Pairing: Shizuo/Izaya

Prompt: Karma has decided to give Izaya what he deserves, and proceeds to have everyone Izaya knows pretty much reject him from their life (Mikado blames him for Masaomi's leave, Simon lectures him again, Celty calls him heartless, etc. etc) and to top it all off, Shizuo rejects Izaya's love for him with disgust.
Izaya withdraws completely into himself, though somehow he and Shizuo end up having some kind of hate!sex. Happy ending or not is up to Anon, but please include Izaya repeating the line "I love you, please love me too" to himself/Shizuo/humanity/etc.

"One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do."
The song flitted through the typical buzz of the Ikebukuro night but somehow Izaya caught the lyrics despite the chatter of many voices united as white noise. He shrugged and kept on strolling. Normally he caught people's attention with his skipping step alone but presently he walked hunched, hands in the warm pockets of his sleek jacket, eyes on the pavement. It was rare for him to be caught in the flashing neon without some plan of how to enjoy the night. After all, his network of human connections stretched tendrils far and wide and was ever at hid disposal. As of late, however, his advances had been repelled through and through. Just today Mikado had flat out told him to get lost, something about Izaya being to blame for Kida being involved in shady dealings. And before he even had time to properly digest this Celty had bothered to burn some rubber just to shove the PDA into his face with a succinct, 'You're heartless' on the screen.
Izaya sighed. He did not feel like going back to his apartment, his very big and very empty house that was a far cry from being a home. Finding himself in front of Simon's restaurant he decided to go in, maybe he could have some fun with Dotachin. He could not recognize anyone as he sat at the counter.
"Ootoro for one."
The chorus haunted him.
"Orihara-san, are you alone tonight?"
"Pretty much."
"Orihara-san, why do you think it's like that?"
Izaya sampled a bit of tasty fatty tuna.
"I do not know, Simon. Maybe people just don't like me much?"
He meant it as a joke but the big man nodded gravely.
"Orihara-san can be very annoying and mean. Always making fun of others, laughing at serious things. Upsetting Heiwajima-san."
Izaya was suddenly no longer hungry.
"Come on now, Shizu-chan just explodes over every little thing. You know how he's like."
"It's also Orihara-san's fault for being nasty and evil."
Izaya ate the rest of his sushi in silence. He had a feeling that he would end up whining if this conversation (which was more of a lecture) went on. Izaya left having eaten precious little. He wished that Simon had not brought up Shizuo. It depressed him more than he was at all willing to admit. Izaya checked his state of the art cell phone. No new messages.
His circle of acquaintances was very large and he had sources a bit all over the city but only a handful was actually truly interesting to talk to. All of these were currently shunning him for different reasons that conspired to make him a very lonely boy indeed.
Izaya bought a can of oolong tea from a vending machine and stood sipping. His mood was gloomy. He sat next to the bulky red block of metal and stared blankly at the crowds that streamed by. In the human tides that thronged Ikebukuro solitude was all the keener. Izaya tried to hide under the protective layer of his jacket. He felt distinctively cast apart from the flow of life. Not standing above people but pushed to the side and hemmed into isolation. It was a horrible feeling.
He checked his phone again for no actual reason. At length he got up and resumed his aimless wandering. Eventually he realized that he wanted someone to actually listen. Which was considerably more difficult than it might seem at first glance. Back in high school circumstance made it very easy to spend time with Shizuo (and in the process aggravate him considerably) but it was painfully obvious that Izaya did not just happen to 'pass by' Shizuo's many changing working places by mere chance. By now he was running out of options to 'drop by', then again whenever he did so Shizuo reacted with redoubled animosity.