Izaya Orihara pressed his forehead up against the window, like it would let him see out the glass better. It didn't, though. His eyes watched the blond man, who was leaning up against the wall of the opposite building, smoking. He had been standing there for several hours, watching the bodyguard, who also had been standing there for several hours. He had been stalking the monster of Ikebukuro for days, maybe weeks now, and he hadn't been home to Shinjuku at that time. He had been staying at a random and very small apartment those past weeks, of course very close to the monster. Like Namie had said before Izaya left for stalking, he was obsessed. Obsessed with the monster of Ikebukuro. He knew pretty much everything about him. If he had to be honest, he had been stalking the blond ever since high school.

Shizuo Heiwajima let a deep sigh pass his lips, forcing the smoke from the now done cigarette come out of his mouth. He threw the cigarette down on the ground and moved one foot over to turn it out completely. He had finished his job at the debt collector hours ago, and now he had nothing to do. He moved away from the wall of a random building on the now pretty much empty streets, before he started walking in the direction of his own apartment. He needed rest. After a long and annoying day, he just wanted to go home and sleep. Just for a bit. Relax. But there was this... smell. Something was wrong. He had had that feeling for weeks now. Something was off in Ikebukuro. And he knew exactly who would appear sooner or later. He was prepared for the usual fight between the two enemies; the monster and the informant.

Izaya finally left the window, when the blond started walking. He ran down the stairs of the building and finally made it out of the building. He almost ran into the blond, but stopped right in front of him and smirked widely. "Hello, Shizu-chan~ !" He sounded exhausted, though he tried his hardest to hide it.

Shizuo stopped the second the raven haired ran in front of him. He gave him a long and deep glare. "I knew something was off..." He sighed and quickly felt the usual anger appear in him again. "What the hell do you want, flea?" His voice was in the usual aggressive tone and his expressions in his face matched the tone perfectly. He was angry. Just like that. He got angry so easily, when it was the informant.

"Oh I don't know, Shizu-chan." Izaya giggled and took a step forward toward the taller blond. His heart was beating faster than it should. What the hell was wrong with him? Without thinking, he just twirled close to the blond and pulled his arms up in the air. "I'm having fun~ !" He giggled again and threw his arms around the taller male's neck to pull himself closer. "Want to join me... Shizu-chan?" A teasing smirk appeared on his face. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel this... happy? It was only Shizuo Heiwajima, the monster of Ikebukuro. He couldn't make his heart beat faster than it really should. Something was definitely wrong. But somehow, Izaya didn't care. He was just... happy.

For some reason, Shizuo didn't pull back or pushed the smaller male off of him. He just continued his aggressive glare down at him. "What the hell do you want, flea?" He froze the second the informant leaned closer to him.

Izaya smiled widely at the blond, as he slowly leaned his head closer to him. "Nothing." He looked the blond in the eyes and leaned a bit closer.

That was it. Shizuo pushed the smaller male off of him, making him fall to the ground, and took a step back. "What the hell is wrong with you, you damn flea?" His voice quickly went in a yelling and loud tone.

"Oww..." Izaya mumbled as he landed down on the hard ground. Even though the bodyguard had been this mean to him for years, ever since high school, he still felt sadder than he though he would. Tears appeared in his eyes, but he hid it by tilting his head downward and pulling a hand up to make the tears stop. Something was really wrong with him.

Shizuo let a growl pass his lips, when the informant didn't say anything. "Just get your stupid ass out of Ikebukuro and stay away, flea!" He was almost shouting at the smaller male and he stayed angry as hell. Though that anger quickly disappeared, when he heard sniffling coming from the raven haired.

Izaya didn't even notice it. He had started crying. The tears ran down his cheeks and apparently he was quite loud. He slowly tilted his head upward to look at the angry blond, but all he did, was to cry even more. It only took a very short moment before he got even louder. He was crying hysterically like a little girl.

A/N: This was short, I'm sorry. But I want to know if anyone wants me to continue this, before I start writing longer chapters. So... want me to continue?

I just wanted to write this story, because I think I need something... well, like this. And I got so inspired all of the sudden xD

Please review, thank you~ ! ^w^