Extremely sad chapter ahead oTZ Or so at least, I think so~

Chapter 14 – Even

"I just gave you a morning kiss. Any problem with that, baby?" The bartender slowly paced to the injured man on the bed. He stroked those lips, his pale cheek and planted a kiss on the bruised spot on his forehead. The other man winced a little but did nothing.

"What are you doing here? You don't look like a doctor." Finally, the black-haired boy spoke. He intensely gazed at the bartender-suited man. Shizuo wondered why he was seeing hostility in those blood-red irises.

"I told you, I just gave you a – " The blond stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Izaya press the back of his hand to his mouth. He dragged his hand away from his mouth and stuck out a tongue at him. Shizuo was surprised at his gesture. Hurt licked him a while but he refused to show that sad face in front of this gorgeous man.

"Get out." Izaya snapped at him. His tone was as sharp as knives. And these knives stabbed right through his black vest and hit him real hard.

"Izaya, what the hell are you talking about?" He had no plans of leaving yet. Why was this pretty boy acting so weird and as if he doesn't know him? "Wait a sec..." He said as a thought suddenly processed in his mind. "Do you know me?"

"I don't like you."

That phrase was like a torch beneath his skin. The flames burnt him and greedily licked his flesh to add to his suffering. Those words melded into a long blunt sword that thrust its way to his heart. He'd like to pretend he didn't hear it, like to imagine the sword didn't exist, but the pain was killing him and making it know its murderous presence. Each letter of it was like twelve giant fire-ants on his skin. Their bites stung excruciatingly and left itchy red spots around his body.

"What the hell did you just say?" His strong hands gripped the new white shirt of the patient. He ripped apart from his imaginings and burst into a fitting rage. He couldn't contain the anger that hit him first. It always came first before anything else, even in a confusing situation like this. "Don't act all superior! You should be thankful that I brought you in here! You would've died if I hadn't!"

"Thankful?" The man with the red eyes scoffed. "Why didn't you just let me die?"

"Because I don't want you to die!" He shouted so loud that they both felt the room literally shake a bit.

"But I want to!" He whined like a child. "You're so selfish! Now I'm suffering and you're just fine with it." His voice was so annoying that Shizuo was holding back his intense urge to send him flying out of the building. His clenched fist stiffly made its way to the pale face. He caressed his face and stroked his cheek gently.

"I didn't want you to die yet because," he paused and his chocolate irises softened from his temper. It sadly looked at the man who was bored with him.

"Because... I love you. I care so much about you."

He stopped touching his face and held on to the soft hand instead. He gave it a tight squeeze before saying, "I thought that you had the same feelings for me, too."

The blond spun and took long strides before reaching the door. He exited the room in silence, leaving the place with a heavy gloomy heart. The last thing he expected was to feel the extreme hurt from his cruel words cling on to him for an unbearably long, long time.

Thanks a lot to frequent reviewers and the few fans who helped me continue to write~ :D Without you guys, this fic would've died long ago XD

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be going off to write the final chapter to Water Balloons already~