Shizuo POV

I woke up this morning in a good mood, looking forward to work. I hopped out of bed, got dressed, and fixed myself a breakfast of eggs and milk. I got on the elevator and walked into the lobby of my apartment. I waved to the receptionist and walked outside. Where it was raining. Hard. I put my hands over my head and spewed a few very creative curses.

I looked at the ground, and saw a person huddled in the corner cradling something and heaving with uncontrolled sobs.

"Hello? Anyone home?" i asked, waying my options. option one: i could keep walking and ignore the shaking figure: option two: i could drive them into the ground. option three: i could actually care about them and try to be nice. I decided to go easy on them. I knelt down and asked: "Are you all right?"

"Do I look all right?" the person lifter their head, and wiped tears away. Izaya. the great informent was sitting on a sidewalk, crying over a lump of fur. He must be losing his touch.

"Izayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" i yelled, looking around for something to throw at him. i grabbed a guardrail on the stairs leading into a apartment, and lifted it above my head. below me, izaya put on a contented smirk and spread his arms. "You win. kill me. i don't care. it's ironic, though."

I dropped the peice of metal, and stood there, stunned. the great Orihara Izaya, the flea, the bane of my life, surrendering? was the world ending? "what?" i asked.

he laughed and stood up, still cradling the lump of fur. "Stupid shizu-chan. i would tell you, but i think that the lovely time i've had here has come to an end. I don't think i'll be seeing you again, so the warmest of farwells. sayonara, Shizu-chan." He turned and walked away. i bared my teeth and ran after him. i grabbed him by the hood of his jacked and turned him to face me. he had his usual annoying smug smirk on his face.

"What do you mean? stop speaking in riddles. also, what are you holding? and where you crying?" i growled. no answer. "flea?" the flea bit his lip and looked down at the thing he was holding.

"Fine. i'll tell you one thing. just one. have hate and love ever really been all that different? And can one's preference of another change in a millisecond?"

"Why do you never make any sense?"

"Because you have a brain ment for a simple protazoan, because your nothing but a simple monster. do you really need me to spell it out to you?"

"Maybe i do, flea, 'cause to you, i'm just a 'simple monster'." i spat.

"Fine." he growled, anger etching it's way into his face. "I'll tell you everything. Simply. and by everything, I really mean everything."

that was so short and i'm just so sorry i can't believe how pitiful that looks ;A;

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