I don't remember always feeling so…numb. Not in the physical sense, but more in the psychological. I used to have friends. People who actually cared about me, wanted to be around me, wanted to make sure I stayed who I was. I know the change wasn't gradual, otherwise people wouldn't have noticed as much. It was just like something in my brain stopped connecting with the other bits, and changed my personality for the worst. Sometimes, I wish I could go back and fix what I did to all those people... No. I don't care about making it better with them…I just wish, as if it were possible, that I could make it better with one certain person.

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"Ah! Afternoon Shizu-Chan~!" The raven haired man smiled brightly and waved his skinny arm up over his head at the blonde man who was dangerously close. Izaya Orihara snickered, knowing this was sure to elicit a pleasant response from the notoriously short tempered Shizuo Heiwajima.

The man clad in the bartender apparel had stopped dead in his shiny black shoes and was gritting the once nicely formed cigarette between his teeth. Today had been such a peaceful day, and now his most hated enemy just had to show up to piss him off.

"What the hell do you want, you filthy little flea." The man spat out through clenched teeth. The raven man chuckled and made a tsk tsk tsk noise as he shook his head.

"Now is that anyway to greet an old friend, Shizu-Chan? I just thought we could go grab a bite to eat then head to the movies~" A small smirk crept up on Izaya's mouth as he saw Shizuo go beet red with rage. The familiar 'IIIIZZZAAAYYYAAA-!' rang out as a shiny (and new, might I add) vending machine came dangerously close to nicking Izaya on the side of the head.

That was close, the brunette thought to himself as he moved out of the way as yet another object was hurled at him, I should be paying more attention. I don't think Shinra would be happy if I came knocking on his door with brain damage. He chuckled some more. "Aww, come on Shizu-Chan. Can't you take a joke? Or is that bow tie to tight that the oxygen isn't getting to your brain properly and you can't think straight."

Izaya had known he'd pushed a bit far, so he spun on his heel and bounded away quickly, not bothering to look back as he knew the very angered Shizuo was chasing after him like a bull at a matador in a bullfight. He seemed madder than usual, and it wasn't extremely fun for the informant because he was dangerously close to dying this time around.

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"I finally got you, you little flea."

A deviously grinning Shizuo held Izaya up by his throat and pinned him to a wall. Izaya, and his natural will to live to piss Shizuo off another day, was desperately trying to break free of Shizuo's grip and make it to his flick blade that had been discarded just a few feet away. Shizuo, seeing his pathetic attempts, gripped tighter around the smaller man's neck, making him wince in utter pain.

"I'm going to kill you, once and for all. You are the worst menace this town has seen. Why do you even bother to come back? It's not like anyone wants to see you. Everyone. Hates. The fact. That you. Exist." Shizuo's grip got tighter after every stop in his phrasing. Izaya's eyes started to flutter as he found it harder and harder to breath.

This is it. I'm really going to die. Heh, I suppose it wasn't too bad of a life. Izaya tried really hard to fool himself that the blonde's words didn't strike wounds in his heart, but he knew it was pointless. It's not like he would be remembering anyways.With the last bit of strength, he looked down at the blonde with a look that said, Shizu-Chan…I'm sorry.

And before he could see the reaction of his enemy, darkness crept over his mind like fog on a haunted lake.