The Bastard and the Beast.

Hello! This is my first Drrr! Fanfic^^

Hope you'll like it!

Reviews are welcomed with open arms and cookies *grins*

…..

…

…..

((OC P.O.V))

Sometimes I think I'm not human. Maybe that's why I ran from home. I'm just eight though; maybe I took the wrong decision. I shook my head vigorously, of course not! A person like me with strength like 'The Incredible Hulk' and a mind pretty much like Professor X can't stay cooped at home forever. And that's why I ended up in this place, Ikebukuro. It's a pretty bad place for a kid and that's good news for me. You see, I'm like a super hero for the kids of this place. I save them from kidnappers and dirty big people. There's just one bad thing. I don't get any money so I got to use my super strength to steal food and I got to stay in this deserted apartment which is usually visited by high schoolers who do weird things (don't ask me what those things are).

Currently I was trying to run away from an angry patisserie whose cake I had stolen. I had reached a junction, yes! The perfect chance for an escape. I hopped on top of a car and jumped up a humongous truck. I turned back and grinned at the angry man "see ya soon pops!" I waved and jumped off, giving the truck a kick. The truck swiveled to the pavement and fell on its side, blocking anyone from punishing me. I turned to look at the mess I made, stuck my tongue out and sped away.

"You little monster!" I heard the man yell and I slowed down a little. 'monster' is what they'd refer to a being greater than them…. That's why I never thought of myself as a human, they had close minds and it made them incredibly rude. I was the reason their children weren't scarred for life or dumped in Tokyo bay, their bodies never to be found. I snarled and screamed "I am no monster!" It was the truth after all. The humans were the monsters…

(( Izaya's P.O.V))

"Ahh…" I let out a pleasured moan as I made another cut on my forearm; the cold metal of my switch blade sinking into my flesh caused ripples of pleasure to course through my body. It's funny how the level of pleasure derived from self hurt is somehow equivalent to an orgasm. "Ah..nn…Shizu-chan." I mewled. My eyes widened at that. It wasn't the first time I had uttered his name. He was a fascinating human, so fascinating to the point that I felt a special sort of attraction. I felt it would be a major weakness though and Shizu-chan hated my guts anyway. I shook those feelings away the moment I had set my eyes on him. But, they kept resurfacing over and over again. I sighed heavily and sat back on my sofa, the plush leather offered me little comfort.

This world, these humans had never loved me. But I loved them. They were all interesting in their own way. Like my father…. It was weird how one felt sexual attraction for one's own child, same gender at that. He was interesting, but it hurt how he kept entering and re-entering me and so I killed him. The scars he had left on me with his fingernails still mar my back. My mother on the other hand hated me. Maybe it was because I had left her single or that she had seen me slitting my old man's throat. She always looked at me with such venom, even on her death bed. I guess the twins are the only ones who actually love me. Maybe even Shinra and Kyohei….But I knew I wasn't their most cherished person. Somewhere deep in my conscience I had always wanted someone to love me wholly, with their entire being. But the eyes of the people I had ruined told me otherwise and then this thought etched itself into my brain. "Am I really that bad?" And with this thought, my mind shut down in a turbulent sleep….

…..

…

((Shizuo's P.O.V))

I crushed the cigarette under my boot and kicked the guy with my other one. I hated this rage. It consumed me, made me do things I didn't mean too. If I really delve into my mind, I can't find myself angry with anyone even Izaya. That bastard just really pisses me off.

The deed was done, Tom got his money and I got the rest of the day off. The guy I kicked got off with a few broken ribs and a disfigured jaw.

I strolled aimlessly through the bustling streets of 'Bukuro, a cigarette in my mouth, the heavenly nicotine filling my lungs. That's when I saw the ruckus at the junction. The little kid sent the fucking huge truck flying with just one fucking little kick! I stared at the kid, a little girl with an uncombed mop of blond hair; surely not Japanese. I jogged behind her, excitement coursing through my veins. I had finally found someone like me!

The kid seemed to have slowed down a little. She kneeled down holding her knees. Knew it, she had the same problem I had when I was a kid. Over exertion leads to fracture or something like that.

I picked her up by the shirt. "Hey what do you want!? Lemme go! Lemme go!" The kid tried squirming out of my hold. "Hey I'm helping you…" I started off to Shinra's place.

The kid scrunched her face, deep in thought. "Okay…You seem like a good person." She grabbed my shirt and crawled up to sit on my shoulders. All I could do was grin like an idiot.

It was the first time someone had called him something other than 'monster' and it made him happy….

…fin….

So how was it?

Please review^^

Ciao~