Please be aware that english is not my mother tongue.

I wander down the crowded streets of Ikebukuro, getting several surreptitious glances from curious pedestrians. Catching my name through the mobs mutter, knowing this time the tables have switched, knowing this time it's me, the infamous informant himself who is going to be the victim of rumours.

Maybe not so surprising when I'm literally taking appearance as a zombie.

But that doesn't make me deaf to my own name mentioned, exposed gossip about the likelihood of my sickness. Please, try comprehend that there is a chance that I might hear you! Do you really think I've been too beside myself to fucking notice my own stature in the mirror? How dare average people even judge a god!?

The combination of my swearing thought train and a mild headache intruding tells me I feel slightly irritated indeed, but real anger doesn't reach the surface.

I'm way too cold to feel such a emotion.

And no, it's not the kind of cold that makes you shiver, seeking warm blankets (tried that) or let desperate beings sleep peaceful to death in a snow storm. Oh no, I believe it's a more complicated kind, the kind that drain you lifeless, until you're nothing more than a living dead. So yeah, I meant literally a zombie.

It freaks me the hell out. Because I don't really have a clue how to fix this. But I know one way to make it go away temporarily.

The best way to fight the cold? The answer is fire.

Yes, and my current goal is to make this city look like a war zone when I'm done.

So I'm only delighted when I recognize the violent way a stop sign is tossed with such ridiculous strength, the top coast of the pavement in front of me crack.

Every human soul freeze at the sight as a creature of destruction find its way across the road. No drivers dare honk even though it's peak hour and people on the foot way doesn't stay to witness the upcoming storm.

Smirking at my dear humans reactions I fill my lungs with the tense atmosphere. I welcome the heating sensation in my veins, withering away the absurd coldness. This is how life should be. I feel my lips curl up in a jerk smirk of anticipation.

"Ah, kowai, kowai! Don't look so pissed, Shizu-chan. You're gonna scare my dear humans away."

As I concluded, humans is fleeing like panicking herbivores. Deserting the concrete area.

"Tch, don't act like that. They're nothing more than toys to you."

I shrug, doing a random hand gesture and place the other hand on my hips.

"Oh, what's that? No 'we' here, eh? So the brute finally admits he's not human."

Clenching one of his fist he use the other hand to push his purple glasses into place while letting an animalistic noise leave his throat.

"Says the flea who likes to fuck innocents life's up?"

From years of analysing this behaviour I can tell from the way he spits these words out in disgust, that only a little push toward the edge is needed for chaos to break free.

"Says the brute who loves violence."

Causing instantly dyspnoea I raise an eyebrow, observing how he suddenly have lowered his head making the blond bangs cover his toffee eyes. Suddenly his arms begin shaking.

"I HATE violence!"

Every other day, this guy would with these roaring words explode into rage, causing a wrecking nightmare. And as my plan was, I would use it to my own advantage and get rid of this sickness floating inside my body. But as the seconds pass by I realize something is off. He doesn't attack and isn't determined to. The previous incipient flames is hasty dying by the possibility of an eventual turn down.

"Why did you even bother coming to 'Bukuro? You hate me right? Why use your time on me?"

Taken aback by his questioning slur I feel my mask fall for a second. WHAT is this moron doing?

"Ne, Shizu-chan! It's you are obsessed with the thought of hitting my skull into my brain, remember? But because of your sudden unpredictable interest in deeper thought than primitive devastating, I will try to enlight the underdeveloped brain of yours! You see, the difference is, I love humans. I love, love, love them!" I try to crack up a convincingly grin. "But even if love is such a powerful emotion hate also take up a great deal of ones desire."

I'm aware of how he's switching his weight to the right, posing a more calmed down posture, concluding his threatening attitude is turning softer.

What is with this brute?

"Isn't love supposed to be stronger than anything else or some shit?"

I slightly narrow my face in annoyance. What reply is that? Again I fake a delighted grin "Ne, take this kind piece of advice: drop the philosophic style. You are simply not incapable of pulling it off."

"Tch …" he snorts, " … Flea … You're not kind, you're opinion on me doesn't matter and you avoided my question." Stone face.

When did the protozoan brain become this cocky? I realize my headache have developed into a migraine. I would never have guessed that I, a master of bending words should stand here with the monster also known as the protozoan of Ikebukuro and have a battle of talking rather than with random street objects. Fucking unpredictable oaf.

"To answer your question; no, hatred is considered equal to love outside Disney movies. Some even contend it to be the strongest human emotion."

Deliberately avoiding the main point again. Attempting the last provoke. Even though I know by now that I've lost.

"YOU. ARE. PISSING. ME. OFF."

'Cause he's containing his temper.

"Why are a petty louse like you so determined to fuck my life up? Doesn't little insects have more important things to do?"

"Ne, Shizu-chan should try other mimics than that expression of yours. You've already got a permanent wrinkle in your forehead."

"Cut it out! What have I ever even done to you?"

Even though bluntness is his speciality and not mine, I hear myself saying: "Ha ha, aw Shizu-chan. It's just that your simple existence displease me. A very lot."

I immediately imagine a scenario of him howling: "The feeling is mutual!" followed by the mantra kill, kill, kill, kill ...

But reality is a different story.

"Because I'm not …" Crush. "...human?"

I think he just pulverized his phone.

"Because I'm ..." he continues, his voice lowering " ... a monster."

Oh dear lord, applause! So Mr. Stupid here finally got it. Yes, Shizu-chan. I love humans. But I could never love you. You're my entertainment. And. Nothing. Fucking. More.

"Precisely."

An unwilling shudder works down my spine as a weird, dark laughter fill the air.

I'm instinctively freezed to the spot.

It's a sound that could only be coming from a madman. No. A mad monster.

Hejiwama Shizuo makes a steady pace towards me – snarling - his mocha eyes replaced by a darker shade. Hoping this is the birth of the long waited eruption, my fingertips seek my blade.

"I think I figured it out then. I suppose… Monsters don't really like other monsters, do they?"

I can feel his blazing breath against my face, fire storms grazing my frozen skin and then ...

It's gone.

I hope I didn't mess up too much.. This is my first attempt for writing a story in english, so I'm not skilled in any way with the language:i