Izaya Orihara, I loathe you. I'll tell it to anyone who asks; I loathe Izaya Orihara. Some will ask why I'd use a word like 'loathe', not 'hate'. There are two reasons, but I'll only tell that person on of them.
The first reason I loathe Izaya Orihara is because I don't 'hate' him. I hate violence. I hate anyone who attacks my brother, or my boss, or the other people in my life. I hate idiots. I don't hate Izaya, not as much as I hate violence, or idiots. I loathe him. That's close enough to hate without it being hate.
Izaya Orihara, I hate you. Come find me, and I'll say it to your fuck ugly face, just before I kick your ass right out of Ikebukuro.
"Izaya Orihara, I loathe you." I like that phrase. I'd like to say it aloud to you. D'you wanna know why, flea? Here's the second reason I loathe you, Izaya, the reason I'm not gonna tell anyone, not ever. I use the word 'loathe', I use the phrase 'I loathe you', because it sounds dangerously close to another phrase.
They say there's a fine line between love and hate. They say there's little difference between loathing and hatred. And you only have to look at the words to see that there's only a three letter difference between love and loathe.
Izaya Orihara, I loathe you.
A/N:
I don't own Durarara!
There's probably load of stories like this, I know, but it's the only DRRR! fic I can come up with, and I really wanted to upload something *hides in shame*
-Laurel Silver