A/N: Okay, I'm doing it like this:
Hibiya-Golden-brown eyes.
Psyche-Pink.
Izaya-Auburn.
Hachimenroppi-Red.
This is a prompt off of LJ and I wanted to fill it cause...well... I'm a Shizuo shipper xD
This is a prologue. And also, it's not gonna be as long as my other stories because I'm not gonna be here for a while to update this story :) I'll be back in... idk when. But I'll be back!
Izaya was a complex creature whom he claims to love humans. That was all people really knew about him too. They thought he "loves" his precious humans, how he loves to experiment with them, and they especially knew how he loved antagonizing the beast of Ikebukuro.
However, no one suspected Izaya of multiple personality disorder. They all thought he was merely the same ole Orihara Izaya, asshole informant extraordinaire. But no. He had various personalities. He even named them all.
Psyche. Bubbly, cheerful, loving, emotional, and an overall joyful person to be around. The only problem was that people avoided that side of Izaya because people thought he was screwing with their minds. That is... until "Izaya" starts crying, bawling, sobbing, you name it. It was really embarrassing for Izaya afterward...
Hibiya. Arrogant, uptight, prude, and quite possibly more sadistic than Izaya, himself. He was always competitive and expected to be better and above everyone else. People saw it as Izaya being more like himself, but then they see what Hibiya choose for Izaya to wear. That's when people figure he's finally cracked.
Kanra. Yes. Izaya can have a womanly side of himself as well...
And finally, there's Hachimenroppi. Cold, blunt, cynical, reserved, and finally, he hates humans. Though he looks the most like Izaya, Hachimenroppi is basically his own person. He's closed himself off from everyone and when he does, people begin to wonder what is going on with Orihara Izaya. This side of Izaya is what most fear.
Just like today.
"Orihara-san. Here are the documents you requested." Namie said in a flat tone as she placed a stack of papers and folders upon Izaya's desk.
He turned around in his chair to properly face Namie. She looks him in the eye and her eyes soften at seeing anyone but Izaya.
"Hello, Psyche-chan." She says, continuing her flat tone. Izaya-turned-Psyche smiles brightly at her and bounce out of his seat to hug her. She plainly rejects the hug by stepping aside from his sudden glomp attack.
"Naaa~mie-cha~n! Why do you have to be so mean?" Psyche whines with tears already steaming from his face. He planted face first towards the ground after his failed hug attack plan and his face is distorted. Psyche sobs from pain from both his face and being rejected.
Namie squat down to Psyche's level and looked into his bright pink eyes. "I'm sorry Psyche-chan. I'll hug you if you let me have the rest of the day off." She says, trying to put on a nicer facade for him. Psyche immediately brighten up and nods. Namie open up her arms awaiting the embrace she was going to be stuck in.
That is, until she felt a whack at her head.
"Foolish peasant! What do you expect from me!"
Namie looked up from where she was an saw golden brown eyes looking down on her. Ughh. She hated Hibiya. He was more of a demanding ass than Izaya.
"Leave my sight at once! You disgust me, lowly woman!" Hibiya demanded with his voice all high and mighty.
After gathering her belongings, Namie exited Izaya's office, thinking to herself 'If I didn't know any better, I would assume he was on worst mood swings then a woman on her menstrual cycle.' In fact, she still believes that.