Hello my lovely humans, I am here before you today to introduce my brand new Shizaya fic. Now, I'm new to the Shizaya writing game, but I have had previous experience in writing for this pairing. My Beta, Forbidden Truth, helped me to edit this, so I truly hope there are limited to no errors. :3 Thank you for reading this, and I hope you enjoy it~

Anyways, on with the story!


Prologue

It didn't take long for the boy to be immersed in his dream, to become entirely absorbed in it. He didn't know why he was so obsessed with the image, maybe because it differed so much from his own life. The memory plagued him like a bullet to the chest, a hold that never seemed to cease, and as the boy grew older, his desire for his dream to become a reality expanded. He wanted everyone to love him, accept him, but he knew that would never happen; that the dream would never become a reality.

He based everyone off of an imaginary tale, a long forgotten desire that he buried deep in his soul. Everyone would hate him, everyone would separate him. That was the reality he had come to know, and even now… He knew that was still true, regardless of what anyone said. He went through life like this, like he was living in a still image, his thoughts never changing, never growing older or wiser. He was trapped in an age of childish curiosity, and it would never go away, no matter how hard the boy tried. It was sad really, for everyone that watched him struggle. But to him, he simply didn't care anymore.

Life was made to be screwed with. Life was made to end. This was what he went on with, this was what he based the rest of his life upon. He would become something they would hate. He would become what they had always told him he would be, and in becoming this being, he would finally have peace; fully knowing that his dream was just a lie that fate had told him. The boy grew up to be a monster, a sick person who played with others lives, who tormented them, brought them down before his feet to laugh in their faces. They weren't his equals. They weren't gods; they were simply humans.

They were given to him to be used, given to him to be toyed with as much as he pleased. It was because his dream couldn't become real that he figured their dreams shouldn't either.

And he knew…

He knew so well that everyone dreamed of living.

That all of his precious humans loved to live out their lives.

So, he took that dream away from them, and in their deaths…

He grew farther and farther away from his dream until he couldn't even remember what it had ever been.

The boy was a monster that no one could love, an impediment of everything they said he would be. They had created him, and he would live out his legacy as the god of this forsaken city. Though, there was another monster that hated him, and that brought the boy the most pain, knowing that there was someone else like him who hated him just like his humans. He knew the feeling of hatred, but being hated by the thing closest to his level, the closest thing to being another god almost sent him falling to his knees.

The boy pretended to hate the monster back, pretended that he couldn't stand the other man, but he knew in his heart that he could never hate him. He knew that the other man was the same as him, that humans had forced him to become what he was, that they had given him the reputation he held, and it filled the boy with a desire to become close to this being.

So, the boy waited it out, fighting with the monster continuously, damaging the places where his humans lived. Yet, no matter how many times his body was scarred by the other man, or a vending machine bruise appeared across his skin, nothing compared to the sting of hate the monster felt for the boy.

So, that's why…

That's why the boy waits in his apartment, the computer screen bright, reflecting across his coal like eyes. He waits for the monster's acceptance. He waits for God to finally grant him a life outside of the one he currently lives. He'll keep waiting, perhaps until he dies. Though, that's not where the story of the boy and the monster ends. No, this is just the beginning because, you see…

Izaya Orihara is a monster, and Shizuo Heiwajima is a perfect match.

For only a beast could love another with the passionate fires of hell.


Well, thank you for reading, and if you review, I will gladly give you some cookies with Izaya's face on them! *Hands Cookie* I'll have the first chapter up soon~

Until Next Time - Lexi-Chan :3