Yes, it's here. I've decided to update and things are finally getting interesting.

Let the Shizaya-ness commence!

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"People say that the human race is doomed to repeat history, that inevitably, we are all stuck in this continuous loop, never learning from our mistakes, or perhaps instead choosing to ignore the past and continue on their destructive path. Ne, why do you think that is, Namie?" Izaya paused in his vocalization of his thoughts, turning to face what would become known to be as a very bitter woman.

"How should I know?" she sighed, pushing her long, dark hair from her shoulders, "You're the expert, you tell me. Actually no, don't. I don't care to hear what you're thinking in that twisted little mind of yours."

Her rude comment only served to elicit an amused laugh from the man perched comfortably at his desk, using his right foot to gently turn the device around in circles in an almost childish manner.

"Interesting you should say that. Tell me, where do you make your deductions~?" his question was a serious one, one he had genuinely wanted an answer to but never got. Instead, the spacious loft, which had become the raven's home during the past eight years, filled with an uneasy silence, the only sound being the repetitive beat of his foot on the hardwood flooring as he turned lazily in his chair.

Eventually, he gave up, knowing well that Namie wouldn't relinquish the information he so sought, more to irritate him than anything, but in the end none of it really mattered; Izaya knew that, by societies' standards, he was deep into that of which they called abnormal. Falling into the category of, perhaps, insanity.

The thought only served to excite him. Who wanted to be normal? What was the definition of normal? And could anyone really hold that title? These were all questions that he asked himself on a regular basis, though he never received a proper answer.

"Do you think the world will end?" Namie looked up at the raven's question.

"Why would it? Are you really that hung up on society and its superstitions?"

"Aha~" his laugh echoed slightly in the spacious room, "Of course! How could I not when here, in my very hands, I hold the evidence of a creature beyond our world?!" the raven's pale fingers reached down to grasp a container filled with a liquid, translucent in nature, in which its contents were the head of a woman. "You see, we are the damned; petty humans surrounded by true monsters that, unbeknownst to our kind, are the real rulers of our world. I seek to find them, to obtain their ranks as I join them in the name of the gods."

"You're crazy." the sour expression that Namie had previously worn returned to her face as she shook her head, her soft hair falling from her shoulders. "I'm going home."

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Izaya was quick to catch her.

Namie stopped, her hand bag falling off her shoulder as she slumped. Izaya gave a slight grin before leaning back and waving her off.

"Go," he insisted, "You're done for today."

She sighed, almost dramatically before packing up completely and leaving. Izaya didn't mind, not in the least; she wasn't much for company anyhow. She had quickly lost her potential to be fun; however, he still enjoyed delving in his teasing once in a while.

Setting down the container, Izaya turned to face the large glass windows that overlooked the Shinjuku area. People passed by, one by one, each of them completely unaware of his watchful gaze. They were perfect in their imperfections. It's what made them interesting. Each one different from the last. And not only that, but there were also the ones that stood above.

Celty, for example, was another one; she was a living (To an extent) legend. A dullahan, come to the battle field to bring only the most worthy soldiers to Valhalla. If he started a war, would he end up there? Would he be considered appropriate for such a place? After all, he would have been the one to awaken her head; been the one responsible for the awakening of her true nature. She'd owe it to him. Those gates that led to the ever-long and peace filled hallway.

And what of Shizu-chan? Would he be there too? Certainly he must, for he was the dullahan's friend.

But he was also a monster.

Would they allow him to live peacefully in the haven? Izaya laughed at the thought. Knowing the brute he would probably destroy it, despite the place being a relaxing and perfect heaven.

No, that wouldn't be right. Izaya doubted that he could exist without the blonde, as unlikely as it seemed.

He needed him; that of which for reasons he did not know. It was strange, but a life without Shizuo was no life at all.

Not that he'd ever admit it.

Not to Shizuo.

Not to Shinra.

And certainly not to himself.

He concluded that the protozoan was just another mystery that he had to solve. And he was willing to lower himself to get the answer; even if it meant getting close to him. After all, he was fit to be a god.

And it was quite well known that the Greek gods often played with their humans.

Or in this case, monster.

Izaya stood from his spot at his desk, the wheels letting out a soft squeak as the moved against the floor. It was time he went out, went to Ikebukuro and found that brute of a blond so he could throw him off his game. Oh how exciting~! He hadn't expected to get such a thrill from his plan. Actually, he would have speculated that the whole thing would make him sick. But it never came.

The male grabbed his jacket, pocket knife, and usual abundance of extras before slipping on his shoes and exiting the door and soon the building, merging with the crowds of people as he made his way to the train station.

...

Cough.

Sneeze.

Snort.

The sound of a child blowing their nose into their own hand for the lack of a tissue.

Smear.

Touch.

Infect.

Shizuo's brow twitched furiously as he stood silently next to his dreadlocked haired boss, Tom. They were at a day care not too far from the local elementary school down the street from where the blonde lived. At first he had thought it would be an easy run, after all, how much trouble could a teacher give you when she was surrounded by children.

Sick.

Gross.

Snotty children.

"Tom," he mumbled under his breath, stepping away from a nearby kid, "How much fucking longer?"

"Patience Shizuo. It appears cooperation isn't a common trait among teachers. Not when we were children and certainly not now." Tom laughed at his own joke, his attempt at lightening the mood and keeping the blonde's temper down slowly slipping from his grasp.

"God dammit, let's go already before I kick one of these kids out a fuckin' window or somethin'!" Shizuo was losing his patience, something that happened more often than not.

Sighing and rubbing the back of his head, Tom nodded to the man and turned back to the teacher. He knew full well what would happen if he didn't heed Shizuo's warning. Over the few years that they had been together, Tom and Shizuo had built up a sort of system. Shizuo practiced his patience and told Tom BEFORE he blew up, (or at least he tried) and Tom, despite himself, learned to recognize the warning signs to the best of his ability.

"Come on Shizuo." the tan skinned male sighed again as he headed for the door.

The blond wasted no time in following his boss, his long legs quickly carrying him over in the male's direction.

Once they were outside again, Shizuo was able to breathe a bit easier; his face relaxed into its naturally rough but delicate features as the muscles relaxed, allowing him to lighten the scowl that had taken root.

"Man, you need to go on vacation or something." Tom piped up behind him, "Like maybe one of those day spas."

"No fuckin' way in Hell am I doing that. I don't want some retarded ass stranger touching me." his bad temper and mouth never seemed to fail him even when it came to simple talks.

Alright, so he wouldn't mind a vacation. But he sure as Hell wasn't about to spend it in some populated area where he'd more than likely find something to upset him. That just wasn't him. He didn't want to be that guy that ruined everything. Sure, he'd love to spend time with other people, fuck, that's nearly the entire reason he spent his time wandering the city. It was the only way he could be around people without hurting them and even then he managed to fuck it up most of the time. Of course, he blamed Izaya for most of that. The fuckin' louse never missed a beat when it came to messing with him.

Tom watched on the sidelines as Shizuo's face went from semi-calm to angry to furious and shook his head. He was thinking again, something that was no good for a man like him.

"Maybe you should take the rest of the day off," Tom pushed his glasses up and shoved his hands in his pockets, turning away, "Go on. Relax. "

He'd never say it out loud, but Shizuo was truly thankful he had Tom as a friend. They didn't talk much and they didn't spend too much time with each other, other than at work and maybe some time afterwards, but it was a friendship he would do anything to keep.

"Later." Tom waved behind him and walked away, leaving the blonde to stand alone.

Shizuo stood still for a moment, lost as to what to do now that h didn't have work. That always seemed to be a problem when he was alone. If it wasn't Tom he was with, then he usually ended up alone.

He sighed heavily. In the end he figured he'd just go back home, relax, watch some TV, maybe get into that leftover cake he had. It sounded good enough. Definitely satisfying.

A cool breeze brushed past him as he walked back, the sound of traffic and the small chats of people surrounding him. He sneezed as he approached his apartment building, wrinkling his nose as he rubbed a finger along the bottom.

Something smelled.

His brow automatically fell into a frown, premature wrinkles adorning his forehead as the tension seemed to subconsciously build.

This smell; he knew it. It stank; stank of no good rotten intentions, like trouble, like that fuckin' flea. God how he pissed him off!

He glanced around, pulling off his shades and tucking them into the breast pocket of his vest as he looked around furiously; however, the informant was nowhere to be seen. Not a single smirk, sneer, smarmy retort, or fur trimmed coat.

Shizuo growled in the back of his throat. It wasn't like him to hide for very long, assuming that's what he was doing. He KNEW he wasn't imagining it. Fuck, he couldn't. If he had the choice, he'd forget that rancid scent and never bring it up again.

Looking around one last time, he spit on the sidewalk, kicking a rock with his shoe as he stomped off. Still, the smell seemed to follow him, even as he approached his door he swore it was stronger.

The jingle-jangle of his keys could be heard as he pulled them from his pocket, slipping it in the slot until it reached the hilt. Shizuo fumbled with it as he tried to turn it to the right and unlock it, the small key resisting. With an ever-present scowl, he grabbed the knob, surprised as it turned in his grasp.

Now he may not have been always on top of things, and he may occasionally lazily leave his bed unmade, but he always made sure to lock his door, ALWAYS.

Fed up with all the bullshit that seemed to be accumulating, confusing him and frustrating the fuck outta him, he swung the door open, the inside knob hitting the wall and creating a hole as it prevented the door from swinging back.

"What the fuck are you doin' in my house flea?!" said flea looked over from his relaxed position on the couch, his pale skinny fingers grasping the remote and muting the program he had been watching.

"Ne, welcome home." Izaya's voice was light and taunting as always, rolling off of his tongue so smoothly one would think it was rehearsed.

"What the fuck are ya doin'?! You smarmy insect, get the fuck out!" Shizuo stomped over, easily grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and lifting him up so he could yell in his face, "Fuckin' answer me!"

The smirk that pulled at Izaya's lips was enough to piss even the calmest person off, "Are you aware that you've repetitively used the word 'fuck' four times in the four minutes that you've been home? Is your vocabulary that limited, or is it that you just don't think enough to use a little variety?"

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" he roared. Shizuo shook Izaya by the collar, turning and throwing him back into the opposing wall as he pinned him, his fist and forearm pushing painfully against his clavicle.

"Now Shizu-chan, there's no need to get violent. I'm not here to fight."

"Liar! No matter where you are there's always trouble!"

"Mm, while that may be true, I believe we may have a different kind of trouble on our hands." his carmine eyes shown with a seriousness that Shizuo had never had the privilege to see until now, "Something the both of us will have to handle /together/."

"What the fuck are you goin' on about? I ain't doin' anything with you!"

"But you have too. You don't have a choice, for you see, Shizu-chan, something's happened to me that I can't explain."

Born of Cain and dark in nature; Izaya grinned one last time before the expression fell from his face. His eyelids drooped, covering the light reflected in his crimson eyes as he leaned in towards the blonde. Quickly, with a practiced precision, he pressed his lips against Shizuo's, tilting his head slightly to the side to get a better angle.

It was a daring move, he knew. But he had to take the risk because even if he decided he wanted to, he was sure the brute wouldn't kill him. He'd be his regret if he did. He would then truly be a monster.

And if he died, it'd be OK. If one has enough money, they can bribe God.

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Derp.

And it has begun.

So, we have a biblical reference in there. (Please don't be offended) Personally, I think it sort of fits. What with Izaya's personality and all. But that's not the point.

I am no longer going to establish update dates. Nope.

I can't keep them. But this story, from here on out will have the Shizaya-ness I know you've been looking for. (And yes there will be future yaoi.)

And just to make sure things are clear, because I know I can be a little too subtle sometimes, Izaya's goal here is to get close to Shizuo for his own satisfaction in unraveling what exactly is Heiwajima Shizuo so he can use it to take him down and bring himself one step closer to the divine. (But, *cough, cough* his agenda might change along the way. *Cough, cough*)

Anyhow, make sure you guys review!

For each review Shizuo gets an extra 10 dollars cut from his debt to the city! Let's help a guy out here!