Eh, my chapters really need to start getting longer. Anyway.. Chapter 3. It's hard as hell to type this all out again xD very time consuming. YOLO.
disclaimer poop: I don't own anything but my oc.
"I understand." He looked me dead in the eyes and spoke calmly.
"You do? ..But you don't even know me." I said,a little bit bluntly.
"Eh, it's not like I need to know you to understand you.." Izaya walked towards me,placing his hands on my shoulders, "You can trust me, I swear."I turned a reddish color.
He had that, 'come on,tell me tell me.'look on his face."Okay, okay. I'll trust you. I mean, we are roomies now,after all.."
He sat down, legs crossed, looking very interested, "Well..My parents were murdered. When I was young. I had no idea who or how they did it, but they did. They killed them.. I still don't know."
I paused, waiting for him to interrupt, but he was intent on listening. He was actually someone who listened when he was curious. "Then...Me and my brother got adopted. We were taken because of our looks. They were elegant,beautiful children. I didn't believe such a thing. We were simply broken, not even able to function. They treated us like birds in cages, only allowing us to fly for a while when there were people to show off to. They faked their love, giving us kisses and hugs, letting us sit in their laps. Sometimes I think my brother anticipated visitors so he could feel loved once I, on the other hand, was empty. I didn't have any emotions to show. We weren't even allowed to cry in front of those ugly,disgusting, heartless people. All they did was lie and lie."
I paused, noticing Izaya take a breath, as to speak. "I don't love all humans,then."
I continued, "One day.. My brother and I. We got sick of them. I began losing everything, I couldn't feel much anymore, from the day my parents died. I was devastated.. I closed my heart up to everything, and my brother was the only thing that kept my heart beating anymore. He pulled me and we ran away, as fast as our bodies allowed, and settled in Ikebukuro. We grew up, but my brother didn't. He never forgot. He couldn't deal with my emotions anymore, I suppose. He was hurt,and he left because he was hurting so. I woke up and he was gone, and I never saw him again. I think he's still in Ikebukuro, but it's been so long, it would be so hard to find him.
I looked him in the eyes," And that brings us to today."
He smiled a calm, sweet smile,"Do I have to pay a story-time fee? Haha. What's your brothers name? I, well you know might know him. Since I live in Ikebukuro and all."
"My brothers name was Shizuo. But, it's been so long. You probably never seen him before, and I couldn't describe him."
"Shizuo?" I saw something flash in his eyes, was it shock?no.. anger? His face only stayed that way for a moment,"I don't think I know him. I know a Shizuo, but I'm certain it's not him. Sorry,I'll look, okay?" He rested his hands on my shoulders, giving me an awkward hug. "I promise. Believe me?" My face was blank, I didn't know what I was supposed to think. I thought I believed him.
"I do."