-10:57pm-
Izaya breathed a sigh of relief as hot water hit the back of his head. The water wasn't sweltering or scorching. It was just the kind of temperature Izaya loved. Of course, the water temperature couldn't (and never would) compare to the love he had for humans, but it was still a good thing all the same.
Orihara Izaya's bathroom was just like any other bathroom. A toilet, a sink, a towel rack with a hand-towel draped on it, a hook on the back of the door with a towel hooked on it, a lock on the door, a bath, a shower and a single rectangular window at the top of the wall which was open at the moment to let the steam out the room. The walls were made up of white tiles and the floor was made up of grey and white tiles.
The only things that weren't usually there were his bloodied clothes lying in a heap in the corner of the room. The water that washed down from his body and into the drain was actually more blood than it was water and the tiles were also stained with smudges, finger and hand prints.
It looked like a murder scene and there was a perfectly good reason for this.
Shizou-chan.