Life isn't easy, Shizu-Chan.

[[ So.. Tamachi-Neko gave me the idea to express what I feel, only in the style of a fanfiction. In this case, I've displayed my everyday life with Izaya, and my need/want/desire as Shizuo.
Sure, it'll be quite a depressing one-off thing.. maybe 1-2 or 3 chapters, but nothing more.

A short story for a lot of emotions.
Sit down, grab a drink and.. Just. Well, read!
By the way, "Warm Bodies" Is a very good movie, it was just brilliant, simply amazing.
- Courtney xx ]]

I was at that moment in life where every single day seemed to blend into the last.
When bright, vivd colours just seemed all grey and the same as everything else.
When people all looked the same.
When you got reckless and a quick image of what could have happened flashed through your head, but you ignore it because you don't care.
That time when you were freezing cold, and hoped you'd just freeze over and be put in a landfill site somewhere, anywhere.

Yeah, I think you get the message now.

It's hard when I have to smile, smirk, and taunt Shizu-chan everyday, like I always do - So that people might think nothing was wrong.

That's what I was doing now, running away from Shizuo. For fun. Entertainment. Though I didn't even feel like doing this. I guess that's why I accidently tripped up over some piece of rubbish polluting the path.
It hurt when I fell over, but I braced myself and managed to just rip the skin off of my arms. Tears stung at my eyes, though I refused to cry over this. I looked behind me and just saw the brute, staring down at me in utter silence, his expression shocked. He was probably thinking something along the lines of 'Oh my god, THE Izaya Orihara just tripped over while running from me. I wish I had a camera.'

"You fell over?" He asked me, dumbfounded. The blonde just stared at me, while my arms bled onto the pavement. He didn't offer to help me, not yet anyway.

"Yes, Shizu-chan." I say, clamping my jaw together to keep from any emotions showing.

"But.. You don't fall over, you run." He explained, nodding lightly to himself.

"Shizuo. Not everything is perfect." I say plainly, then move into a slightly more comfortable way, sitting cross-legged on the floor with my arms spread out so that they could just.. well, bleed.

"... You fell.." He mumbles, a frown slowly overcoming his stupid expression.

".. Yes." I grumble, feeling tears suddenly prick at my eyes. I look down quickly and rub my eyes. Pain wont make me cry.

I guess Shizuo saw the lack of skin on my arms, because he turned away and hurled into a plant pot that was supposed to be "pretty". It probably wasn't too handsome anymore.
Shizuo wiped his mouth, looking a little paler. It was weird to see him act like.. a human. Not a monster, a human.
"Eh.. You okay, flea?" He asks quietly, staring at me whilst obviously trying to ignore the sight of blood.

I took a long breath in then out, A little attempt to calm myself. I could feel my throat knotting up and the scent of blood making me feel slightly sick.
"I.." My voice dies, lost somewhere in the knot in my throat. I feel some tears slowly crawl down my cheeks, even though I tried so hard not to let any pass, these ones just managed to creep past. I could see that Shizu-chan was panicing slightly now. I took another breath, deeper this time - but it helped with nothing and my body started to shake, then I felt myself crying. Sobbing, in front of my enemy.

"W-whoa, what the.. fuck.. Izaya.." Shizuo's voice seemed a little shaky, I felt him move away.

"Everything.. is just.. great.. so~ leave me, Shizu-chan. Go away..~" I tried my best to sound normal, but I just couldn't. My head started to go light and I heard the blonde speaking to me, but I don't recall a word he said. A high-pitched noise started in my ears, so I held my head and drew my knees up, unable to stop myself from showing all these emotions. My whole body felt like nothing.

The pain in my arms dulled, and I looked up to Shizuo, who was apparently on his knees beside me, an arm on the back of my skull. Maybe he was going to smash my head into the pavement. I smiled to him, despite the tears, as if giving him an invitation to make my face become part of the path.

I saw vivid black and white triangle shapes, then felt my body go limp.

- To be continued. (Even if you don't want it to, it will continue.)
Thank you for reading, I really appreciate it 3