Okay, so, first fanfiction that I've ever had the nerve to post up on here. And, I'd just like to say, normally I don't ship Shizukida, I'm more of a Izanamie/Shizaya type of person, but I both promised someone that I'd make this and I had an amazing plot thought up at the time. You can't really let that go to waste, can you?
DEAD AND GONE
By Meulk
The sky had a bit of an overcast look to it, with multiple shades of grey stretching as far as the eye could see, which was pretty far when you were standing on top of a building with your boyfriend. The name's Shizuo Heiwajima, and I'm know as one of the toughest guys in Ikebukuro. Of course, there's Simon who matches me in strength pretty well, and then there's those damned gangs that just get in the way. Last I heard there were three. . . What were they called, the Yellow Scarves, Dollars, and then that creepy Saika or something?
Oh yes, I have a boyfriend now, too. Orihara Izaya, another dangerous person in Ikebukuro, he's also known as 'The Information Broker' to those that only use him as a source of information. He's proud of what he's done, and in truth, I'm proud of him too, in a way.
There are people that would wonder how the two of us had ever gotten together. Well, it's actually pretty simple. With the hate going at it all the time, I soon found that there was a reason on behind why whenever I get my hands on the flea, that I never could bring myself to crush his puny bones in my hand right then and there. The reason being that I had a bit of a crush on him. It was almost exactly like a school-girl crush, too. I look back I can see the signs weren't very obvious.
But this is Izaya that we're talking about, here. Whether you want him to or not, he will find out. It's almost scary having him as your boyfriend and it's almost terrifying when you get into a fight over something, and he uses that annoying brain of his against you- I hate it so much! Why is he so good at absorbing information? I've never been exactly 'the best' at school, I'll admit, but it was better than nothing. Hell, it got me all sorts of jobs that I don't think anyone else could get, right?
"Beautiful, isn't it, Shizu-chan?" Did I ever mention how much I still hate that stupid nickname he's given me? No? Well I do, I absolutely despise the thing. In fact, whenever he uses it, I feel my blood start to boil with the distaste of being called shizu-chan I mean, how hard is it to just say Shizuo? I'd even settle for Shizzy at best, but no. I get called Shizu-chan by him on a daily basis, and it's something I've felt I've been forced to suck up.
"Hmmph. It looks. . . Fine." The words come out like a muttered statement, earning me a good look from Izaya. He frowns, almost like he's guessing that there's something up with the way I've been acting recently, but goes back to watching over the city.
Sometimes I wonder if he loves his precious humans more than me.
If you want an update, give me reviews. And, um, flaming will make me tempted to just never finish this story ever again, so be careful with what you say. I even have the second chapter finished and everything, I just want to know if this is worth continuing or if I should just throw in the towel before this even starts. Feedback/constructive criticism is appreciated.