Izaya was there. He rushed towards him.

"Izaya, are you alright?" When he turned, Izaya had a purple eye and his wrist was broken. "Hey, Shizu-chan." The blond stared at him. His heart stopped and he stood there, staring at his boyfriend's face who was wearing a sad smile.

"Izaya..." The blond clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to control his rage. "I'll kill him. He did this to you, right?"

"He broke my phone. I was sad for that."

"Why?" The blond was growling.

"He put a microphone on my room. He heard… Everything we've been talking. Heh. That was stupid. I should have guessed."

"That's crazy." He put his hands over Izaya's table. "Move in with me. I mean… My parents won't mind, especially if they see you right now."

The brunet merely shook his head. "Don't be crazy, Shizuo. Forget it."

"How the hell do you want me to forget this?"

Izaya glared at him. "Forget it, Shizuo."

Shizuo sat down, furious at himself, at Izaya's dad, at Izaya. Why did he have to be so stubborn? He could run away from home. And live with him.

After all, he decided to listen to Izaya and pretend he forgot everything. But how could he? Of course, his purple eye didn't take long to recover. A lot of people asked;

"What happened to your eye, Izaya-kun?"

"Oh? I got in a fight in the streets."

And everybody believed it. Izaya was getting even more distant. And Shizuo was feeling worse every day it passed. His parents noticed but didn't have the nerve to ask about it. Kadota had been very distant too. It had been ages since he talked to Shinra last. And Kasuka was busy too. He had no one to talk to.

He had no one to talk to.

Finally, graduation came. Izaya's wrist was finally better. It had been a few days since they last talked fine with each other. Shizuo was aware he had been a pile of stress. In the end of the ceremony, Izaya called him to a corner.

"Shizu-chan?"

"Yeah?" Izaya was using that false smirk he used when he was hiding something. He stared deep into his eyes, but couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"So since highschool is over we should get into real life, huh?"

The blond furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

"I figured an uncultured brute as you wouldn't understand. C'mom, Shizu-chan. I have been fooling around, but since I'm tired of this, I'm breaking up with you."

Shizuo's heart stopped. "What?"

"Oh, Shizu-chan. You couldn't have honestly believed I liked you. Me, the great Orihara Izaya, fall in love with a monster like you?"

The blond felt his heart heavy and his eyes misty. He didn't know how to deal with this. No… This couldn't be true.

"But you… All that time we've been together… "

"Yeah, yeah, it was a nice game. It was funny how a monster like you could get possessive over a person. Seems like monsters can love; sad thing no one loves him back."

The blond clenched his fists. So it had been a game since the beginning? Izaya was just playing with his feelings.

"Izaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyya…" The brunet smirked at him.

"Oh?"

The blond was already lost at his rage. He had been building so much for a long time now, he couldn't hold back. "I'll kill you, flea." He grabbed the closest thing he could and threw into Izaya's direction. The brunet dodged and rushed out of Raijin.

"Izaya!" Shizuo ran after him, grabbing something else. But Izaya was faster and had a lot of shortcuts. How the hell the flea was so good at climbing fences, damn. Then, he saw Izaya getting into a black car. Shiki's car, Shizuo instantly recognized. He remembered how Shiki said Izaya would go back to him sooner or later. As soon as he drove away and got out of sight, he dropped the pole he was holding on the floor and fell on his knees, tears filling his eyes.

Only after half an hour he stood up and walked home.

After that, he didn't see Izaya for quite some time. The first couple of months were impossible. All day long he would wander around without any kind of focus or objective. But somehow he found ways to distract himself.

Except when he laid down his head on the pillow at night. Then everything would come back to him, everything he had lost… All the kisses they shared, damn, how much he missed that tongue, those eyes, that voice. And soon he felt his eyes brimming with hot and bittersweet tears. He couldn't help but think that maybe, if he did something different, things wouldn't have ended the way they did.

Sometimes his heart would try to say to him that all those words Izaya said couldn't be false. Then the more rational part of him would say it could. The flea was playing with him all along.

He started smoking during this time. He was too stressed and he felt he needed a new addiction. He also started working but his rage always got in his way and he got fired many times, oh so many times. With time, he bought a small apartment for himself.

Izaya had soon become a forbidden subject to the Heiwajima family so nobody ever mentioned anything about him. Also, Kasuka's career was finally beginning when he got a part for a movie. Unfortunately for Shizuo, they had even less contact now, but he was happy for his brother.

He even forgot his pain for a while. If he could describe it, it was just that so much time had gone by since he last saw Izaya he kind of forgot how intense his feelings were. Or maybe he had just went numb; he just couldn't feel it anymore.

Until he saw Izaya again. He was wearing tight pants, a v-neck black shirt and a parka jacket, was looking older but Shizuo recognized him immediately. The blond felt his heart jumping; somehow stirring to life after those couple of years. All his pain, care, sorrow, regret, love… Everything came back to life.

"Oh? Shizu-chaaan!"
The brunet waved and Shizuo gulped. No, no, no, this was more than he could handle. He tried to ignore him.
"Hn? Have you gone deaf? Figured your brain is so under developed that this would happen."

Shizuo clenched his fists. He had to remind himself that the brunet never felt anything for him.

"Izaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaya… Pay attention to me. I don't want you close to me, so disappear."

And that was how everything started. He got fired again and ran after Izaya the whole day. This started happening monthly, weekly, daily. If someday Shizuo was moved by love, now he was moved by hate. He hated Izaya for playing with him even thought he knew what Shizuo felt was true. He hated Izaya for not loving him back. He hated Izaya for making him feel so bad and so… good. So alive.

After those years that had merely gone by, Shizuo felt like living once again. Even if it was to kill the fucking flea… Even thought he knew he would never be able to really kill him.