Second chapter is up ~ I hope you guys like it a lot more than I do, because if it were up to me, I wouldn't have written this. Honestly, these would probably just collect dust in the corner of my computer, never to be read or finished again. Anyway, read and enjoy. And don't forget to review! I live off those things!

"Look at how they're crawling around down there, Shizu-chan! Oh how I love them ~" Even his sing-song voice was starting to get on my nerves. This wasn't unlike me, to want to throw my fist into the nearest concrete wall for some kind of outlet. But I have noticed a change in how I've looked at my dearest Izaya. I don't feel that heaviness in my heart any longer, what I feel now is more acute to acquaintanceship, possibly friends.

In my defense, I don't even really know that much about the man. For example, he knows everything about me, and all I know about him is that he's some fatty tuna loving, information absorbing, information broker that no one really likes being in the presence of. When I say that he knows everything about me, and I mean everything, it's almost to a stalker level. And at times, it's just annoying. For example, he once told me that my blood type was AB. I didn't even know that! And then here he is, spouting off random facts that he seems to think he knows about me.

It's embarrassing, really. Whenever he asks if I know anything about him, I try to change the subject. It's easy, actually, he'll ask me something along the lines of 'what's your favorite thing about me, Shizu-chan?~' and then I'll try to reply with a simple, "I know you like fatty tuna. . . Why don't we go get some?" Yeah, I'm smooth like that.

"I mean, look at how that woman is just casually walking when she's about to get mugg-" I had to cut Izaya off right there before things started to get sadistically interesting for the raven haired man. I honestly did not want to know about how there was a woman just stories under us that was about to have her life put into jeopardy while the two of us were just. . . Chilling on the top of a fucking building! They could do something, make sure that the woman didn't get hurt or anything, but no, Izaya just watched like a puppy with a new playtoy. It disgusted me.

"So you're just going to sit there? You're not going to make sure that she'll be okay? What's wrong with you, Izaya?" Izaya simply turned just in time to see me leave out of the roof entrance, heading straight towards the nearest phone. There was no way I was going to intervene with whatever was about to go on down there, I'd lose it and toss a vending machine at one of those guys. In fact, as I picked up the phone, I could feel it crack and split underneath the grip I had it on. Yes, I was getting pissed at the thought of a woman about to lose her hard earned money to a group of men that were too lazy to make it themselves. It pissed me off, royally. But then again, why would the beast known as Shizuo Heiwajima care?

Well, that woman was awfully familiar. In fact, she looked like the milk lady from elementary school. She was the one that handed out the milk to Kasuka and I. Yes, I was so ashamed that I let my anger get the best of me and that I accidentally hurt her. But I whited out! What else could I have done besides just look down at myself and wonder 'where did that strength come from?' and then look at the bodies scattered around me. . .

Just thinking about it made me crush the phone like some sort of juice pouch, except that this was a phone. I'll ask Izaya to pay- No. I'll pay for it myself, with my own money, earned from the job that I've kept pretty steady for the past few days. That's exactly what I'll do.

Before I could register anything that was happening, I was standing over three collapsed bodies, a scared woman was standing dumbfounded behind me, there were cops everywhere, and Izaya was talking rather calmly to what looked like the sheriff. And, even though Izaya held a calm composition, I could tell that he was actually a bit worried.

It took some time, but the people finally got off our asses and told us to be more careful while taking the muggers to prison. The woman thanked me and went on her way home. Izaya and I were alone again, and I could tell from the vibes in the air that he wasn't at all happy with how I acted.

"Shizuoh," he made damn sure to make a point that he was mad at me, "Just what the fucking hell were you thinking when you went completely apeshit over there?" I couldn't help but glare down at the sidewalk while he scolded me. It wasn't like he was my father! Hell, I didn't even know what to call him at this point, but calling him my boyfriend would be like a nice slap to the face right about now.