edited 11/25/11

Shizuo didn't really dislike school.

This statement can be debated upon .It is correct that his high school life was a living hell all thanks to a deceitful boy named Izaya. Other than that, he enjoyed being around others yet he wanted to keep his distance. It was an incredibly difficult decision but Shizuo just didn't want to hurt anyone anymore . It is all too painful because all things can break so easily . He knows this all too well.

Shizuo knew this so well, that he kept everything he cared for at a distance .At home he stayed in his room,doing nothing in particular. Playing with the ends of his hair or simply reading a book. He was restless.

He was an active person and hated any sort of restraints. Oftentimes he reminded himself of a lion in a cage . Teeth gnarled and yet still asking for food . Outside,he walked around bridges dangerously leaning towards the edge. Sometimes ,he thought how would it feel like to fall from this magnitude. No one understood him ,he thought,and everyone was frightened of him. But it just made him angry because how can he expect people to understand him if he didn't even understand himself.

The young boy crouched down on the edge of the bridge,and slowly placed his fingers between his yellow mop of hair. He gripped it,and at that moment Shizuo remembered the day he had bleached it. His brother had a can of hair dye in one hand and shocking pink gloves on the other,whilst their mother looked on eagerly at the outcome. Their mother gave encouraging comments to them, she had said it suited her youngest son,that he looked so handsome. She had a positively stunning smile that day and he couldn't help but look away. He was ashamed.

So he placed his hands in his pockets so she couldn't see him fidgeting. ((Later on he would know, she knew everything, for mothers always knew what their children's insecurities were. He would also come to learn parents usually give their children their own fears and insecurities as well.))

He felt stupid, because the only reason he bleached his hair was to warn others to stay away from him. Yellow was the color of many yield signs on the streets ,they were also the color of the "danger" tape on crime scenes .They are there so people can stay away. You could say by dying his hair,he had created his own fence. But,actually it really wasn't a fence. It was more like barb wire. The more Shizuo held on to others,he hurt, and ultimately he cut.

Back to the present,he was still gripping his hair. Clenching his yellow strands harshly,Shizuo was pretty sure he ripped some of his hair off.

"Motherfucker," he whispered to no one but himself ,"Don't cry, don't cry."

He will never forgive himself.

Little pieces of his life might not make sense and that's alright. As long as he can become stronger,as long as he can become a good person(whatever the hell that's supposed to mean) it was all that mattered right?

These were the type of thoughts that kept him up at night.

The school was larger than most,with pale gray walls that seemed to prick your skin when touched. The lunchroom(it should be called breakfast room for the time being) was in a joyous cacophony. All of the students sat with each other laughing and giggling. Others were quietly nodding at a comment someone had said. At the far back, there was a table being ostracized, it was dubbed as "Shizuo's Table". Speaking of Shizuo his whole undivided attention was toward his oatmeal in front of him. He had about five packs of sugar on the table slipping them into his oatmeal,alongside a half empty carton of milk.

'Half empty' he thought carefully.

Shizuo spent most of the day trying to stay out of trouble, honestly. But without even trying his whole day,his whole empire on which he built, was ruined.

He was tired of this shit, Shizuo stood up in an uproar. Knocking down his class materials and books. The pen that was on his fingers was already split in two. Black stains on his hands. He liked that pen goddamit,he carelessly thought.

"Who the fuck threw that!"

Of course he knew the answer,so why did he even bother asking the question?

It was was always that bastard.

Izaya elicited a rambunctious laughter that resonated inside the classroom. It went through Shizuo and left in it's quake a hatred that seeped all the way to the pit of his stomach.

( For all the wrong reasons.)

"Shizu-chan, your such a sleepy head!I was just waking you up since the class is about to end. Aren 't I such a good friend?"

Good friends, my ass. Friends don't throw heavy history books at each other. Especially not in back of the head. Teeth were gnarled.

"Your no friend of mine dumbass. Get the fuck out of my face."

"Make me."

SNAP.

A chair was thrown across the room landing on the floor.

"I'm gonna fuckin' murder you!"

And everyone believed he would too.

Shizuos eyes were glowing a dangerous sunny yellow . Warm, yet when touched you would burn. His teeth were clenched and he started to fidget.

Footsteps were heard as everyone quickly fled the classroom ,backpacks were left and forgotten, even the teacher left to get help. How he hated this period.

"I honestly don't know what to do with you Heiwajima."

Shizuo had his hands in his pockets. He did this whenever he was nervous it was a habit he had since he was a child. His hands shook miserably and he felt incredibly embarrassed so he would shove them in his pockets ,since he didn't want anyone to see. Besides,it made him look cool he thought.

Inside his pocket he was a mess, his fingertips dancing in fright.

"I understand he angered you but you shouldn't break things." The Principle began .

His hands were placed on a mahogany desk, it looked like one of those cheesy offices in those teenage movies. A picture perfect,spotless room .A photograph placed on the left of the desk.

"At least Orihara...he..."

A grimace.

"-is civil , while you on the other hand are not."

"What a monster."

"Looks like someone needs anger management."

"He smells like rotten milk."

"When you see yellow hair, of course you gotta run!"

Shizuo wasn't stupid and he hated when people thought him to be. He kicked some dirt absentmindedly throwing some on a couple of first year girls. Realizing this,Shizuo turned around to give some sort of an apology but as quickly as he turned his head the girls took this as an opportunity to run.

The bloody sunset was raging and Shizuo didn't look much at it. He just simply placed his hands in his pockets. He thought on other things, such as his homework assignments, and what his teachers had told him during the day, he thought of his mother and on what she cooked earlier at home. Among other things he constantly thought how stupid he felt.

He was desperately lonely.

Out of all these people surrounding him in the world he felt alone. Then his mind came to his family, and his acquaintances (like that annoying boy with the glasses, or that other tall guy in the class) and he felt like he had betrayed them in some manner. His mindset was in halt when he saw his elder brother walking toward him on the street.

"What are you doing here?"

Kasuka shrugged, placing a hand on the straps of his designer bag . "I don't know. My feet moved on their own."

The blond boy didn't know what to tell him. He wanted to tell his brother that he was so,so,so grateful for his company. He wanted to tell his brother that perhaps he was the closest thing to a friend he had. He wanted to tell his brother that he could have his yogurt in the fridge. Except not the strawberry one cause he called that one first and it was his, all his.

He didn't say none of these things and could only say "Stupid."

Shizuo decided , at a young age that his mother was crazy. You had to be crazy to accept the fact that others called you the mother's monster. That you would always be looked down upon by the neighbors and by the community. On occasion Shizuo would throw a vending machine on the gossipers lawns just to spite them. Sometimes he wish he shouldn't had.

Especially when he would see his mother cry.

She was a frail small women,and every time she would hiccup as she sobbed, he would hate himself a little more,a little more, a little better.

"It's all my fault !So go on ahead and hit me,let me fucking have it!"

It was past four. Past their school snacks and way past their homework. Kasuka would have finished all his university work for the time being and would be ready to begin a new video game he had bought just last week. In fact, it was what he was doing at this exact moment. Getting comfortable he placed his feet on the coach,control in his hands.

"Shizuo!" It was their mother.

"Yes?"

"Be a dear and go to the store, I forgot to get the eggs and milk earlier."

Kasuka didn't hear a response but could picture his younger brother's stoic face, nodding while placing his shoes on his feet.

He heard the door close.

Far away from that lonely boys reality, there was another boy wreaking having. His body moved quickly with the agility of a feline. Izaya grabbed the nearest edge of a roof and landed on his feet. He watched the city and decided that this would be his 'spot' for the day .He placed his backpack and looked through all his knickknacks including his favorite notebook that he had gotten for his birthday last year. It was a snake skin design that was silver with a tint of a blue hue. He wrote about all the interesting things he found in the city and also kept a record of all the times he pissed this one boy in particular.

He hated Shizuo Heiwajima. He couldn't stand him,he hated him. But that didn't mean he couldn't mess with him.

( For all the wrong reasons.)

Izaya tried to clear all those thoughts of the blond, he hated thinking about him. In time he regained his good mood and looked at all the people on the street. There was a family with children ,laughing merrily. On the other side was a homeless person begging for coins. Izaya grinned.'Look at that man, He feels ashamed looking like that. Who can blame him?He looks awful. Better yet! He could be jealous and spiteful of others more fortunate than he is.' The black haired boy mused as he moved his binoculars in several places. He stopped at one scene that stood out to him.

There was a young man, clutching his bag tightly as a much elder( and dirtier) man approached him from behind .Izaya quickly dived down. He needed money right now, and helping this man might be able to land him some easy cash. Right before the man was about to jab a knife at the young man's stomach Izaya pushed the other man to the ground.

There was a grunt and a gasp as the scene unfolded. Izaya grinned. Show time .

" Sir, this man was trying to hurt you!Call for help immediately!"

The young man was in shock, babbling incoherently and the bystanders quickly came to the boys aid. In due time an officer came to arrest the man.

Everything was set.

This will be a triangle between Shizuo/Mikado/Izaya. Although...let me warn you I think it will be more platonic than anything.

Thank you.