Eh, yah, to those that have been waiting for the next chapter of my story "I'll Fight For You". I am so sorry, I truly have no excuse. And you can be as angry with me as you want! I've just had some trouble choosing where to go with it next. And I promise, it is not dead, or done, I will continue it as soon as I can!

So, now that that's done with, I have to explain this now... eh, not much of an explanation available, sorry. It just... happened... so... yah. I wrote this while watching a horror movie... oh my. My inspiration comes weirdly.

Oh, and I'm looking for a Beta. Please?

annnndd, short story is short...

This is suppose to be a oneshot, I will not continue unless people really want me too.

On to the story!

Disclaimer: come on, I'm posting this on FANfiction.

Love is a funny thing, I mean, who would ever of thought it to be this, monster, that Izaya would think about every night as he fell asleep? Who would ever of thought Izaya would love the one man that hates him the most? And who would have ever even considered the idea of Izaya spending as much free time as possible, stalking Shizuo? One messed up in the head person, that who. But, ironically, in is true, and stalking Shizuo is what he's doing right now.

Izaya jumped into an alleyway as a bleached head turned, honey eyes narrowing in suspicion. He chuckled as Shizuo tilted his head up, sniffed the air, and then continued walking. He would normally wait until night to stalk him, but as he had been making his way back from a... business trip, in Ikebukuro, he couldn't have helped but go see what his obsession was doing. I chuckled again, because apparently, the answer to that would be, "walking with Tom, while sniffing the air and muttering something about the air smelling". Oh, Shizuo could be just so cute sometimes!

So Shizuo and Tom made their way through the city, Izaya only steps behind. Every couple blocks or so, Shizuo would mutter something about the smell, shake his head, and continue walking.

As Shizuo and Tom approached their last client, Izaya grinned widely, albeit a bit creepily. He couldn't wait for tonight! Shizuo's sleeping face was always so cute! …... on retrospect, Izaya thought, that was a really freaky thing to even think. If Shizuo where to know of his... nightly activities, involving a camera, a sleeping Shizuo, and some form of a tool useful for picking locks, he would surely kill him. So lets not have that thought spoken out loud...

Yes... Shizuo would surely kill him. Because he hated him, his love was one-sided. Really, he was Shizuo's creepy stalker, that was all there was to it. Oh great, now he was think depressing thoughts! And while he was having that inner dialogue, he had lost track of Shizuo! He would have to find him...

Izaya peered through Shizuo's bedroom window, only to find the room empty. And, unfortunately, the same went for the living room, kitchen, and even the bathroom! And yes, he checked, and no, he most certainly was NOT hopeful, at all, that, that would be where he was when he checked. Nope, he was a stalker, but he wasn't a pervert!

Izaya waltzed across the bridge, wondering where, of where, has his Shizu-chan gone? And, as if it was meant to be! He saw him out of the corner of his eye! He was walking down he road beneath the bridge he was currently standing on. Heh, he was on top... wait! Bad Izaya! You are NOT a pervert! Oh, I give up. Izaya thought, leaning his elbows on the side of the bridge.

But his most likely perverted, and most definitely Shizuo filled fantasies, where interrupted with a loud, angry cry. "IZAAYAAAAAAA!" Shizuo shouted, already searching for the first innocent stop sign to be thrown. Ah yes, Izaya thought, the chase begins again.