Thrill Seeking

A sociopath's job is to get as much thrill out of his victim as he can, but not get caught. They manipulate, cheat, lie and color situations for no purpose but to get some satisfaction out of the fact that they can bring another person down, and easily. To someone who has no conscience, it is easy to tell a little white lie about a co-worker, to manipulate a lover and make them feel inferior, or to make promises to get people on her side, only to find that those promises were false. This is all easy to do because the person has nothing within him telling him that it is morally wrong.

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Shinra chuckled at his friend as he watched him down his food from the other side of the table. His blonde hair shifted as he bent his head back and finished off the milk that was in his hand. He sighed and wiped his mouth with his sleeve setting the carton down next to his now empty tray.

"Better?" Shinra questioned smiling and propping his head up on one of his hands.

Shizuo closed his eyes and nodded. "Much."

"Ha ha," the brunet laughed and stood up. "C'mon I'm sure the bells—"he was cut off mid sentence as said sound rang through the building signaling the start of class.

"Right, well we best get going, hm? Can't be late on the first day and all."

"Right." Shizuo nodded and gave a soft smile, picking up his tray and tossing it in a nearby trash can before following his friend.

They took their time moving through the crowded halls, Shinra talking animatedly about how he couldn't wait to see what was in store for them this year. The blonde laughed as Shinra made a lame joke.

The two boys bantered happily as they walked in, both taking seats near the back. Shizuo smiled but shifted his attention to the front where the teacher had begun to call role. Shinra fell silent as well, taking out a note pad and pencil, eager to start his work.

"Alright, with that done let's begin."

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Izaya sighed as he finally made his way into the school building. It wasn't even eight yet and he already had a headache. Such a pain. It was all Nakura's fault too. He had had him working on expanding their 'inventory', working with someone that called themselves Earthworm. He admitted, the name was odd; he was reluctant to even start ties with the other to begin with, but she had insisted that she could help. Izaya found it rather odd that a woman, around her early twenties, would want to join such a thing, but didn't question it. He would leave it up to Nakura to keep an eye on her.

Relief seemed to flood his facial features as he entered the building; the cool air of the inside washing over him. He stalked off to his shoe locker, kicking his shoes off and slipping them inside as he pulled out the necessary slippers. He dropped them, the sound of them hitting the floor ringing through the nearly empty area. A bored expression crossed his features as he slipped his feet inside and shoved his hands in his pockets heading off in the direction of his first class.

"Yo." A male voice sounded behind him, making him stop and look over his shoulder. A grin plastered itself on his face as he recognized the slim figure of Kadota Kyohei.

"Ah, Dota-chin," he cooed, "How nice to see you on this fine morning~"

"I told you not to call me that." came the annoyed reply. Izaya shrugged.

"People tell me a lot of things. Of course, that doesn't mean I always listen to them." He smirked as he said this, looking the other up and down, "You on the other hand, don't seem to listen to well either. I don't believe that's the school's uniform." He pointed out, motioning to Kyohei's current dress.

"Look who's talking." He raised a disapproving brow.

"The school's uniform doesn't suit me. I look much better this way~" he placed a hand on his chest and stuck his chin in the air.

"That's assuming you look good in the first place." Izaya's face dropped into a glare.

"You know Kadota, when you assume you make an 'ass' of 'u' and 'me'." He stared a moment longer before turning on his heel and waving back over his head. "See you later, Dota-chin."

Once he was out of the room and into the main building Izaya's glare became a soft scowl. He stopped on his way to homeroom and ducked into the boy's bathroom. His footsteps echoed throughout the area as his slippered feet hit the tile. Crimson eyes stared back at one another, taking in the image of the freshman. His lithe frame was cradled by the red shirt that adorned his body, covered by the black half coat. His skin was pale in the fluorescent lighting fixtures, his dark hair contrasting immensely.

He sighed in irritation and rubbed the spot between his brows trying to erase the faint indentation of wrinkles that seemed to have settled there. Giving up on it, he splashed his face with cold water, toweling it dry and walking back out and into the hallway.

He didn't get very far, perhaps a few steps or so, when the bell rang. He grumbled to himself and stopped by one of the class listing boards to double check his room. He held a finger to the paper and moved down the list, A's, B's, C's, and slowed near the K section.

"Kishitani." He mumbled to himself going over them twice to make sure he hadn't missed the name.

After finding out that he was indeed without his friend this year, he shrugged and stepped back, uncharacteristically disappointed. He stopped mid-step though as he heard the unmistakable laugh of said person. Izaya turned the corner surprised to find Shinra with somebody else. The spectacled man walked side by side with a tall blonde. The boy seemed somewhat tense despite the obviously light atmosphere between them.

"How interesting." He mumbled to himself.

The warning bell rang loud and clear, removing Izaya from his observations. Turning on his heel he walked off towards his class, only looking back once.

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Anger. Adrenalin. Disappointment.

These were the things that coursed through Shizuo's body. His veins burned as blood pumped through them, fueling his physical rage. He ducked, turned, swerved, and jumped, throwing punches here and there, knocking his head into others as they crossed his path. With one last roar he finished them off.

Blonde locks fell around a dust covered face, honey eyes hidden behind their shiny barrier. Shizuo breathed heavily taking in the sight of the scattered guys lying around the soccer field. He hadn't wanted to fight them, but…they pissed him off. He turned his head, a scowl on his face and hands on his hips as the sound of clapping sounded behind him.

A short raven haired boy sat on the table next to Shinra. His brown haired friend smiled brightly at him as the other smirked, looking him over.

"Shizuo, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Orihara Izaya." Shinra motioned to the dark haired male next to him. "He's a pretty nice guy. Ah, well no, actually, he's an asshole." He corrected himself, chuckling and turning to the other.

"Ne, Shinra, you're so mean~" Izaya hummed, looking to the ground with a look that said 'I really don't care what you think, but yeah, you're right anyway.'

"Ahaha, well I mean that in the nicest way possible." The other chuckled.

"You piss me off." Shizuo interrupted the duo, looking away with an attitude. Shinra stopped and looked between them nervously. Izaya didn't know about Shizuo's temper, oh but he would.

"Ah?" Izaya shifted slightly in his position finally looking up at him. "That's too bad."

"Shut up." The blonde muttered, not meeting the others gaze.

"I thought we could be friends, maybe have some fun. Ne, Shizuo-kun?"

Shizuo turned at the familiar usage of his first name. Who did this cocky bastard think he was? Yeah, this guy pissed him off. Without really thinking about his actions, Shizuo ran and threw a punch at the other. He blinked in surprise when he hit the table, crushing it instead of the ravenette. He stood back and turned, looking around. He jolted as a slight stinging sensation touched his chest. Looking down he gasped and clutched his torn shirt, his blood leaving stains around the edges of the tear.

"See," He looked up as the raven haired male held up a blade, "Aren't we having fun, Shizu-chan~"

Shizu-chan.

Shizu-chan.

Shizu-chan.

The nick name rang through his mind several times, fueling his anger. Yeah, fun.

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Wow, super late chapter guys. Sorry about that. I've had a lot happen between school and the death of my best friend's mom. I know this isn't as long as the last chapter, but I'm trying.

Just so you know though, I'm not leaving the story. Things are just gonna be a little slow. If ya hang in there though, things are gonna pick up soon. Only a few weeks left of school and then I'll have a lot more free time to get things done.

OK, well, please don't forget to leave a review guys~ 3