Shizuo walked around Ikebukuro, smoking his favourite cigarettes. It was early in the evening, but the sun already started to set.
It had been a long day for him. Not just that he blew up at least three jobs and one time even got Tom in danger. It was the flea. Izaya Orihara. He would never admit it out loud, but his name sounded like music to him.
Izaya wouldn't get out of his head. Whatever he tried, his thoughts always started and ended with the smaller man.
'Stupid flea..', he thought. Izaya always confused him.
He hated him, but then again, he let Shizuo get him. And the things happened after he caught the flea.. His face warmed up just by thinking about these things.
At night in a small street, by day in his apartment, once or twice they'd even been at Izayas home.
It surprised Shizuo, how much the smaller one trusted him. He would have never imagined this to happen. How it started? He doesn't even know it himself.
Izaya had always made him so angry. From the first day they met there was a connection between the two troublemakers and Izaya always know how to make him angry- better than even Shinra.
Shizuo breathed the smoke in deeply to calm his nerves. By now it was dark in Ikebukuro, night has settled. He sat down at a park bench and let the darkness and the cold overwhelm him. It keeped him calm, helped him stay cool while he thought about the flea.
'Don't know what he wants from me. Always making me angry to no end.' He exhaled the smoke and closed his oceanblue eyes to feel the air ruffle through his hair.
'And then we run.. It's always the same. Why can he make me so stressed?' Absendminded his fingers went over the scar on his chest. It was from Izaya, years back in highschool. Over the years he had gotten a lot of scars from the raven, but this one was the only one which didn't made him angry or grumpy in general. No, it makes him sad. If he hadn't from the first day on declares that he hated him, if he had given the jounger one a change.. Would their relationship had be an other one? Maybe they woulnd't have claimed to hate each other over the years so often, maybe they'd been friends.
"Oh well, now my mood completely sucks!" He laid his head down in his hands. All the memories came suddenly back, all the runs, all the violence, all the misunderstood feelings.
"What have we done..?"
Slowly he rose his hand up to his mound, realising that the cigarette was done, he threw it to the ground and packed out a new one.
Getting his zippo out of his pockets he lightened the cigarette and inhalated deeply.
Over the years they had done so many damage to each other, no less to the city. They'd destroid every chance to have a halfway humanly realationship.
"Better go home. If I met someone now I'd probably kill him.", Shizuo said to himself, realising that he won't feel any better anymore this night.
Inhaling one last time, he got up and straightened his bartender uniform.
'Go home, try forget him and try to sleep. Maybe tomorrow will be better' He doesn't believe it himself, but hey, you can always hope. 'Bullshit. As if from now to tomorrow suddenly the flea would leave me alone. But then again.. Do I really wanna be without him?'
Walking to his apartment, he was blind to everything and everyone around him. He didn't even realised Izaya, who ran on the other side of the street.