May 4th is Izaya's birthday so I thought I do something for it. There's no picture, but I hope you like it.

Izaya didn't expect anyone to remember his birthday. He had a feeling that today was going to be like any other day. That being said, he wrote off that unsettling feeling his stomach as boredom. It was already late into the evening and nothing had happened.

His sisters hadn't called, Namie seemed more annoyed with him than usual. It made him not want to stay in the office. He decided to go to Russian Sushi for some celebratory fatty tuna. He grabbed his coat and headed out to Ikebukuro.

He waved to Celty as she passed by. He was hoping to able to talk with the transporter, but she kept going. She must be on a job. By the time he reached his destination.

"IIIIIIZAAAAYA!" Shizuo's voice could be heard from behind.

"Shizu-chan." Izaya sighed. "I really don't feel like dealing with you today. I just came to get some dinner, and then I'll leave."

"Like I actually believe that. Every time you're here something happens."

Izaya frowned. Looks like he'll just have to go to the sushi place by his house. He really, really, really, didn't want to fight with Shizuo.

"What's the matter flea. You seem scared."

"I'm not scared." Izaya rolled his eyes. "It's as I said before, I don't feel like fighting."

"Today is the day you're going to die." Shizuo moved quickly grabbing Izaya by the back of his jacket and started to walk to a less crowded area so they wouldn't be disturbed. "Ironic isn't it."

"How so?" Izaya asked.

"You're going to die on the twenty fourth anniversary of of the day you were brought into this world."

"What?"

"And you call me stupid. You're going to die on your birthday you idiot!"

"I got that part. I'm just surprised that you actually remembered."

Shizuo held Izaya up to be eye level. There was something off about the flea. He wasn't wearing his normal smirk or flaunting his taunting tone. He seemed to be pretty out of it. His arms hung limply at his side. He hadn't even pulled out his knife yet.

"You're not even going to try and stop me?"

"I said that I don't feel like fighting with you today." Izaya shrugged. "You know, I think you're the only one who remembered my birthday." Izaya smiled.

"Eh, stop giving me that look." He dropped the smaller man on the ground.

Izaya couldn't help but blush. "You know, I really tried to convince myself that I didn't care if no one cared about my birthday. At the end of the day, all it is, is an insignificant date of the day one came into existence. It doesn't matter because in the end we will all die. That's what I told myself when not even my sisters called to say happy birthday.

Then you of all people had to remember that it was my birthday. The monster that's always hated me. You never stop surprising me. The fact that you even cared enough to say it."

"It's not because I care." Shizuo defended. "I still hate you."

"But you remembered." Izaya said pleadingly.

Shizuo just looked at him. It was odd for Izaya to put any kind of personal emotion into anything. He didn't like to relate to humans, in his desperate attempt to be anything but.

"It just makes me, actually care, that people forgot. Or be upset when I think of how everyone went all out for your birthday when all you do is bring raises in taxes because of your destruction to public property. We're both so similar and yet people hate me, and love you. My own family would like to see me hit by a truck in order to be able to see your brother."

"Maybe if you weren't always screwing up peoples lives…" Shizuo started.

"You think I wanted things to be like this? Sure I never had dreams for the future the way everyone else did, but I never wanted this. My parents died when I was young and I ended up being the one to take care of my sisters. I started selling test answers in middle school and things escalated from there. The next thing I knew I was selling information, and the Yakuza wanted me to work for them. If you saw the amount of money he was offering and see how little my sisters had, you would of taken it to if you were in my place. The problem is once your in the Yakuza, you can't get out.

I just wanted them to be happy. Now they won't even talk to me. When they do come to town it's because Kasuka shooting a scene for a movie." Izaya sighed.

Shizuo didn't know what to say. Izaya looked completely miserable standing in front of him. He was also weary that, this maybe a trap. However….

"Hey, it's not that bad" Shizuo tentatively raised his hand to rest on Izaya's shoulder in some sort of comfort. Izaya hugged him. Shizuo was still confused but hugged him back anyways. He had a feeling that Izaya was really upset. The other man seemed to collapse against him. He wasn't crying but he was shaking.

"I don't get. People might not even know me and they hate me. I didn't even do anything to you and you wanted to kill me. I saw you in middle school. You never attack unless provoked…I don't get it."

Shizuo felt guilty. He didn't have a real reason for his first attack.

"How about we go get a cake or something?" Shizuo suggested to lighten the mood.

"Shizu-chan?!" Izaya beamed up at the other. "You really want to share a cake with me?"

"If you want to."

"Shizu-chan you're so kind."