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"I'm Orihara Izaya. Nice to make acquaintance with you" the smaller raven cheerfully said, reaching out his hand towards the person before him, waiting patiently for the taller blond to take his hand and thereby also accepting and acknowledge his very existence.

It had only been one day. One day for them both to finally meet in person. One day for a start of a new relationship and be it good or bad, it didn't matter. One day for the raven to start anew, a day when he finally would be able to open up and accept that maybe he also are a mere mortal as everyone else. One day for him to realize that he may not be above everyone else, one day for him to realize that also he have the capacity to bear feelings as anyone else. One day, it took him one day to fall for someone.

Never before had he experience these kinds of emotions, hell he never knew he had them from the start. He'd always appear as a cruel and selfish person, accepting the fact that he were unable to love and share emotions with others. It was nothing he made a big deal out of, he simply let the emptiness and lack of love in his life be replaced by his obsessions with humans. He simply thought that if he overwhelmed himself with thoughts and questions on human's behavior, they would somewhat infect him with their emotions; show him how it feels to be broken hearted, beloved, sad and happy: Make him see, feel and realize what it was that he was lacking.
Jealous. Yes, he was utterly jealous of them all for having it easy with understanding their own feelings while he himself wasn't able to. Therefore he studied them; to see and find what it was that made people feel.

To be known as the man who claiming to love the entire human race, to have a face which could form into any emotion possible; it was all a mask, not genuine. A mask that he'd created in order to get closer to people so they wouldn't get uneasy around him. It had always worked, but never once was he happy about it. The fact that no one ever saw past his mask, nor ever tried was enough proof the raven needed to conclude that people indeed were lowly and obnoxious creatures. They didn't deserve love. Not from him, not from anyone! They were cruel, unfair, egoistic and none of them ever seemed to care for anyone but themselves. Still, even though he knew their true nature, he couldn't really hate them as much as he wanted to. That's because after all, he wished for nothing more than to become human himself.

The future bodyguard, also known as Heiwajima Shizuo, stared at the pale hand before turning his gaze at its owner, eyes widening in menace as he still made no sign of taking the smaller hand.

" I don't like you." It was a simple statement, only a few words that left the blonds lips. But still, the moment they were uttered was the moment Izayas chest felt heavy and tight, like someone was choking him. It hurt, and it was something which he'd never felt before.

Even though he freaked out on the inside, his facial expression never faltered and stayed as a simple smile before it after a while unconsciously turned into a resentful smirk. It never hit him that there are consequences coming together with having an emotion such as love. He never would have guessed that it pained this much to be rejected, nor did he think that it would affect him either seeing that he rates himself above the human race.
Why did it hurt? Did I come out wrong? Did I say something weird? Why won't he like me? Questions like that lingered inside of the future informants head, making him feel agitated and confused which he also wasn't used to be.

Eyes like garnet red gazed towards the blond, attaching themselves in those eyes of a dark honey color that suited the man oh so well. He had eyelashes that girls would kill for; long and the absolute perfect kind of color. Blond, messy bangs curled natural and gently touching his fair skin (Which also was a lady killer). He was truly beautiful.

"That's really a shame..." the brunet unconsciously said, but quickly covered his sorrowful statement with a low snicker.

Without having time to react or even resist, the blond found himself covering his torso with one hand, feeling a bit of pain in his chest as red liquid started streaming out and coloring his white shirt. The blond growl loudly, piercing his stare on the brunet who playfully swings the used weapon in the air which seemed to be a small knife. A small snicker left the future informants lips.

"I really thought we could have some fun together~"

Shizuo gritted his teeth, letting out a roar and threw his fist towards Izaya who skillfully avoided the deadly hit. The blonds fist thereby became directed towards the hard ground, earning the stoned land around them to tremble and crack once his fist penetrated the solid ground.

Shizuo had started to mumble something which Izayas ear couldn't catch, and so suddenly the blond throws his fist at the brunet again. Just like last time, it didn't hit, which only caused the bigger male to countlessly attack the smaller, each time increasing his strength and speed but it didn't seem to be enough as he never actually hit the target.

"I didn't do you anything! Why the fuck did you cut me for?!" the blond suddenly burst out, clearly demanding an explanation.

Izaya however stops playing with his knife, but only to start to laugh hysterical. Yes, why indeed did he cut him? He himself didn't know the answer to that. Out of anger? Sorrow? Did he do it just because he was mentally unstable at the moment? No...he didn't want it to end. He didn't want their relationship to be forgotten, HE didn't want to be forgotten. So without properly thinking things through, he found himself with the knife in his hands, small stains of blood still remaining on the shiny metallic object.

Letting his madman laughter tune out, he inhaled deeply. Calming himself before turning to face the love of his life. A small smirk crept over his lips.

"Because, Shizuo-kun, it's more fun that way, ne?" you could literally hear the cracking noises coming from the blond.

"What the hell is fun about this you fucking flea?!" he shouts and tries to land another hit on our future informant.

Izaya took this opportunity to once again place a nice cut on the blonds arm, watching the said man try and stop the bleeding by covering it with his hand. "Everything!" Yes, everything. Like the fact that I stupidly fell for you.

..."Shizu-chan~" emphasizing the newly given nickname towards the male.

And thus, their infamous cat and mouse fight officially began.

If you can't love me, then hate me. Hate me with passion. Hate me and me alone. That way you'll at least make me feel something...Something which makes me
human.

Waking up from his short slumber, Izaya shot his eyes open and within a few breathes he was out of the bed, leaning over the sink in the bathroom while harshly washing his face along with the dark bags beneath his eyes.

"Fuck..."

Izaya was not a morning person, and to make it worse he had that dream, or to be more accurate, the memory from the past that seemed to hunt him every once in a while.

How many years has it been? 5? 6? He didn't know, and frankly he didn't care. It is a fact that it all has happened and there's no use trying to change that. Since that day, not only has Izaya became unable to tell the blond how he feel, but also the pain in his chest never left him but instead it grew stronger, bigger and more frightful each time he ever sees the man.

It still hurt. To be in love with the person who hates you the most is no doubt painful, but at the same time it is what Izaya wished for; to feel. It's only since recently that he'd started to wonder how it would be if could feel love instead of hate. Would there be any different at all if the blond suddenly started to care for him? Would everything change or still be the same? Would it still hurt?

Closing his eyes, Izaya gritted his teeth, realizing what he was thinking and hit the hard, stoned wall with anger. "Stop!" he screamed, directing it at himself as his wishful thinking of being loved didn't faltered.

"It's a foolish and ridiculous desire! You don't need it!" he tried to convince himself, his loud shriek echoed in the bathroom and surely in the whole apartment. "He hates you. That's enough! You need nothing more from him."

Reaching for the water one more time, he let the cold liquid wash his face before he went out to his living room, crashing on the couch in a pile of pillows as he let out a long, deep sigh.
It was still only a little past midnight, but he didn't feel that tired so he figured he could just lay there for a while. Some moments later he was fast asleep again, this time however he got to sleep through the whole night, not being woke up by the sound of the outside world, not his cellphone nor his hunting memories.