Izaya stood in front of an ordinary apartment building. It was as normal as a building could be; it had seven floors and it was coloured with light brown. Or so it looked like in the evening sun. Izaya looked bored, and maybe he was. You see, that building was the one where the monster, Shizuo Heiwajima, lived, and Izaya had thought that it would be… well, not so normal.

"It's kinda surprising…" Izaya smirked and sighed.

The raven then continued to walk. He went up the stairs (since the elevator was broken) to the seventh floor and found the door that had 'Heiwajima' on it. He took something from his pocket that looked like iron wire or something and soon the door was open. Izaya went inside and closed the door behind him.

The first thing Izaya noticed was the smell in the apartment. It was nice and warm but still there was that tobacco smell mixed in it. It smelled like Shizuo. And what surprised the informant the most, when he flicked the light on, was what he saw:

Izaya had always imagined Shizuo to live somewhere outside or in a small apartment that was messy, dirty and that it smelled like garbage, but in reality he had been so wrong. Shizuo's apartment was the total opposite. It was very clean for a single's apartment, since Izaya guessed Shizuo could never have a girlfriend or boyfriend. After all who could ever love a monster like Shizuo? Izaya walked further in to the apartment while looking around. He had six cameras he could use and so he had to think carefully where to place them. But first he had to know what kind of place Shizuo's apartment was. It also seemed that Shizuo was a tidy person.

Izaya walked to the living room and saw a door to the balcony on the other side of it. It was a bit small, the living room, but it seemed quite nice to him. On the left there was a black couch and a TV in front of it. There was a small table in the middle of the TV and couch as well and it was brown. Izaya laughed and smirked, thinking how normal it all was. Izaya noticed that there was a small book shell as well, but tried to ignore it since he had always thought Shizuo couldn't read books. Maybe something small, something like a magazine with pictures, but books, never.

Izaya turned around playfully and entered the small kitchen. There was a small dining table that had two chairs and Izaya couldn't help but to smirk. "Poor little Shizu-chan all alone".

Izaya walked back to the living room and quickly peered in to the bathroom. It was, too, clean and everything was in place. Izaya was a little disappointed because he had waited a total chaos. You don't always get what you want. Izaya walked slowly to the brute's bedroom door that was open. The room was dark so when he slowly stepped inside, he switched the light on again.

And oh what he saw.

The bedroom was a polar opposite if compared to the rest of the apartment. First, the bed was rather big and it was unmade. There was a chair in the corner and it had some clothes thrown on it. Izaya couldn't help but to think of his own apartment; Izaya almost never made his bed and was as lazy as one could be about cleaning his bedroom. 'Since no one was going to go in there why bother' was the thought of Izaya.

Izaya muttered something about monsters and how stupid they were.

Next was the fun part: set up the cameras. He was planning on placing one somewhere to the corridor so he could see when Shizuo opened or closed the door. One to the kitchen, two to the living room and two in to the bedroom; like that he would always know where Shizuo was.
Izaya started from the front door. The clock was almost six already so Izaya had to hurry. Izaya hummed something while smirking. After he had placed the first camera he moved to the living room. Izaya looked around for a while. Now where could he place the cameras? After some thought the raven hid the camera somewhere between the books; the blonde could never find it there, because really, the cameras were small. The second camera went behind the curtain, next to the window. Like that he could see Shizuo in every corner.

"This is getting so interesting already!" Izaya smirked and went to the kitchen next. He placed the camera next to the windows, behind that one small curtain that Shizuo had in his kitchen.

When walking with the last two cameras to the messy bedroom, Izaya was still wondering how the monster had such a clean apartment and it was rather nice. Had he hired a cleaner for himself? But then again Shizuo wasn't so wealthy so the answer was no.

Izaya placed the cameras on either side of the room. He remembered how he once or twice had seen Shizuo sleeping. Again he would see him sleep! Or did he even sleep?

After he had placed all the cameras he took his small laptop from the bag and opened it. He then connected the cameras and his computer, and let out an excited laugh when he saw Shizuo's apartment from his computer and himself.

"Ahaha! It worked!" Izaya laughed and smirked more, or smiled. "I can't wait…!"

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Izaya almost danced on his way back home. He was so happy and excited about everything. He wanted nothing but to look Shizuo in his own house, not knowing he was being watched.

Like an animal in a cage.

Izaya smirked, but then heard a roar behind him. He knew who it was – no one else could roar like that. The raven haired man turned around, only to be greeted with a trash can. He got startled a little but couldn't help but to chuckle. The trash can smashed to the ground making a loud 'bang' noise.

"Izayaaa…!" Shizuo roared the informant's name, making him smirk.

"Shizu-chan~! Nice to see you too," Izaya chuckled. "I already started to miss you. Did you miss me?" Izaya asked, knowing that he made the blonde angrier than he already was. And how he loved it; how wonderful it was that he could have such an effect on the monster.

"Why are you here again?" Shizuo spat and began to walk towards Izaya. The said man didn't move any inch. "I'll kill you…"

"Really now, Shizu-chan?" Izaya said and chuckled. This was getting so boring after all those times, but still it was so amusing when Shizuo always said the same thing over and over and over again, just like it was a spell. "Spell to keep me alive that is…." Shizuo got as close to Izaya as he could and stared into his eyes. Izaya's heart began to race and he couldn't help his smirk. Now don't get him wrong – Izaya's heart beat didn't increase because there was nervousness in his system or that love thing. No; it was because he knew the chase would be much more than it usually was. When Shizuo got this close to him and stared at him with all his hatred and rage, it meant he would do anything to kill him; to crush him.

Izaya smirked that one time, looking back into Shizuo's furious gaze through his sunglasses that the blonde always had on, and smiled quickly, happy that he could soon feel that feeling of adrenaline, tiny fear and excitement. "Shall we?"

That was the signal; Shizuo raised his fist and hit Izaya, who dodged the attack by jumping backwards. He laughed a little as he threw those three small knives at Shizuo. The said blonde didn't even move: two of the knives went right past him, as they almost always went, and the last one he caught with his hand.

Izaya watched it all with great amazement that he still had for Shizuo and his reflexes. He threw them so fast and still the blonde could see them and then catch them. Though, Izaya didn't have much time to watch Shizuo, for the said man attacked Izaya by jumping towards him, his fist ready to hit his life out of him.

Izaya dodged the attack again and laughed, starting to run away from the monster he so dearly liked to tease. Yes, Shizuo was his plaything.

And again many vending machines were thrown through Ikebukuro that day. Izaya ran away from Shizuo, maybe trying to get him under a bus or a car, or a lamppost, and threw knives at him that never truly hit him. Maybe his clothes would be a little torn apart, but that was all. What came to Izaya was not much either. He would maybe fell down from a couple of stairs but it didn't make him stop. Shizuo would even hit him with a vending machine or a trash can, but for some reason it didn't change his pose one bit.
The game of cat and mouse took them three hours. It ended when Izaya began to feel tired and remembered he had some work to do, so he then hided. Shizuo tried to find him, but a cat can't get itself into a mouse hole.

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"That was so much fun~!" Izaya laughed as he fell on to his couch, exhausted from the chase. "This is why I can't stop myself from teasing and him!" He laughed, still a bit out of breath. He still felt excited as one could feel, adrenaline rushing through his veins. The feeling was so addicting; Izaya wondered why people would use drugs, tobacco or alcohol when one could get like this just from a chase. Even sex could never be this good, was what Izaya thought.

"I hope he does kill you someday…" was heard from the kitchen and no one else than Namie walked to Izaya with a cup of coffee in hand.

Izaya just laughed, waving his hand and chuckling some more.

"You're insane…" The dark haired woman muttered and leaved the so-called freak alone.

Izaya laughed even harder at that; Namie had no idea what he was feeling right now; he was so excited he almost thought he was soon turned on by it all. It almost was like that, but Izaya didn't ever let it happen. That would be too weird and disgusting.

Izaya laid there for a few moments, just laughing and chuckling to himself. Soon he remembered that he had more fun at his computer and again he was feeling excited. Yes, the cameras.

"Izaya, I'm leaving now since I don't want to be here when you're all… well, like that. Just do your work!" Namie yelled from on top of the stairs before leaving the apartment with a loud 'bang' noise as she shut the door.

Izaya sighed and smirked at the ceiling, "still as violent as ever…" Izaya got up then and yawned. He skipped over to his computer and opened it. He hurried to the kitchen and took some tea for himself and went back to the computer. He wrote the password (3IHateShizu-chan3) and opened the camera programme. Izaya took a sip from his tea and giggled, spinning in his chair a couple of times before fixing his gaze towards his big white screen.

Izaya felt, yet again, excited and a bit anxious. What will he see?

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Shizuo was dead tired. He just wanted home or then Izaya in front of him so he could kill him. How angry – how furious he was. It was again one of those days that Izaya was pissing him off more than he usually did. Izaya seemed so happy, so thrilled about something. And that something never meant good. So he had chased Izaya around Ikebukuro until the damn coward Izaya had ran away from him. The blonde guessed that Izaya had hidden himself somewhere and because Shizuo didn't like to play hide and seek with the flea, he had just roared Izaya's name while destroying trash cans and vending machines on his way home. What made him even angrier was the fact that almost his whole day had gone waist. And it will be seen on his pay check. Shizuo wasn't very wealthy, so he needed all money he could get to have the things he needed in life. That wasn't much by the way.

The blonde haired man went to the store before he went home. Now you may think that Shizuo would buy meat and eat it like an animal, without cooking it or anything. But you may be surprised to know that he in fact didn't eat raw meat. The blonde ex-bartender was actually a good cook.

So, what did Shizuo buy? Here's a list that was usually on Shizuo's mind whenever he went shopping:

milk

eggs

bread if needed

cheese and other things on top of a sandwich.

Those were the usual things that Shizuo needed at home. Surprising? Maybe.

So Shizuo bought those things and then the ingredients he needed for a chicken salad that would be his meal of the day: tomatoes, salad, chicken and apples; red and green.

When Shizuo walked home from the store, a shopping bag in his left hand and a cigarette in his right, he got a weird feeling. A feeling that told him something wasn't right. And the closer he got his apartment the stronger the feeling was. You know that feeling when you think somebody was behind you but when you turn there's no one there? That was the feeling our monster was having. Shizuo did turn his head a couple of times but there were only few people behind him and they were either old people or some kid walking.

"What the hell…" he muttered to himself as he continued walking. Was he followed? No, that couldn't be it, because he would have noticed it; would have sensed it. Shizuo didn't really understand himself why he could sense someone so easily. He knew that people could notice if they were stared, but not as easily as Shizuo.

Like an animal; like a monster.

Shizuo sighed and pushed that thought of his mine and grinned a bit. Those were the thoughts he so much tried to avoid.

Soon he saw the familiar building in front of him and took a deep breath; threw the cigarette on to the ground, stepping on it afterwards. He walked up the stairs and took his key from his pants' pocket. Again he got the feeling that he was being watched when he opened the door.

"…" At first the blonde thought that someone was in his apartment, but something told him it wasn't like that. He stepped inside and took off his shoes, placing them side by side and muttered, like usually, "I'm home." After that he walked to the kitchen, flicking on the lights. Nothing was out of place, or so it looked like. Nothing had changed, but then again it had. What was it?

Shizuo frowned and took the stuff out of the bag, placing them into the fridge and so on. "I don't like this…" he muttered while walking to the living room. Suddenly he smelled something. That something was familiar and also irritating.

Like Izaya.

Shizuo gritted his teeth and now glared at his apartment. "Has that damn flea been here?" he questioned and took a deep, angry breath. "If he has, I swear I kill him! I'll kill him by ripping his hands and legs off and then his oh-so-smart head!" Shizuo huffed and looked around. Was it just his imagination? After all, nothing was taken and there wasn't anything new or disturbing. Maybe Shizuo was the one who smelled like the flea? After all, he had chased him all day.

Deciding that it was, in the end, Shizuo's imagination and that it was his clothes that brought that unpleasant smell into his apartment, the blonde started to take off his clothes while walking towards the bedroom. First he took off his black vest and bow. Shizuo threw them lazily on to his bed and yawned, feeling the relaxing feeling of knowing the day was almost over and it was time to take it easy. After that he started to unbutton his white dress shirt and walked to the bathroom, taking a pair of clean underwear, grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt with him from the wardrobe first.
Taking a shower before eating was the best thing Shizuo knew. The food smelled better and tasted better. And even such a simple dish as chicken salad with milk was heavenly tasting.

The blonde still had a weird feeling that he was being watched, but he tried to ignore it. And what if someone was watching him? Did they expect that he was going to explode any minute?

The next good thing Shizuo knew was watching TV while eating a little bit of ice cream. So, Shizuo took some ice cream and settled down to the couch, opening the TV. The blonde yawned as the news report started and because he wasn't so interested; he just stared at the TV and began to think today's events. Of course, today was all about Izaya, which Shizuo didn't like, but he guessed it wasn't going to kill him.

It all had started because the blonde had seen Izaya walking happily through Ikebukuro. Shizuo had, of course, gotten angry and ran up to Izaya, saying the usual things: why Izaya was in Ikebukuro, what he was up to now. The flea had just smirked at him like usually so Shizuo had walked closer to him. All he wanted was just to glare at Izaya so his stupid grin would fade. But of course that wasn't possible. Izaya had just gotten more happy or excited about the thing, making Shizuo hit him.
Even though the raven haired informant may think that Shizuo is all about physical things and rage, and was not able to think, Shizuo had noticed a long time ago that Izaya enjoyed their chase; their little game. Of course Izaya had once or twice said that he liked it, that it made him feel amused. But Shizuo never understood why; then again he didn't really have to, for the flea was not sane. Or at least it seemed so sometimes.

The blonde had eaten his ice cream during his thinking and so got up. He took the remote from the table and switched the channel to some sport channel. To Shizuo's surprise a judo match was going on; one of the sports Shizuo liked to watch. The blonde took the bowl to the kitchen and placed it into the sink. He yet hadn't washed the dishes, but because he was too tired to do them anymore, he decided to do them tomorrow before going to work. This was his usual habit anyway.

Using the rest of the evening watching TV, the blonde body guard started to feel tired around twelve. And no wonder; his day had been long. Shizuo turned the TV off and headed to the bedroom and took some of his clothes, including today's clothes that had that unpleasant smell in them, and threw them into the laundry basket next to his washing machine.

Brushing his teeth and washing his face, Shizuo was ready to sleep. He took off his grey sweatpants and leaved them next to his bed. He moved clumsily under the bed covers and yawned one last time before closing his eyes, still wondering about the weird feeling he had.

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