Heh, this is going to be so much fun.∼

Ahh, Shizuo, you rampant idiot. You are so incapable of thinking in the long run, you are so much of an undeveloped form of life. That's why I hate you. And my precious human beings cannot be near you. Not at least right now.

You see, Shizu-chan, you were born in the wrong time. But I doubt you understand such thing. The raven thought as he wandered into his appartment.

Depending on whether a person is born in favourable times or war times a beast can become something to be fear or a hero of it's time. You had the unlucky fate of been born into a peaceful time. Ironic as that sounds. That's why...

Or at least that's why the informant was trying to convince himself of.

You see, after the so called incident back in high school Izaya had a wound first, not everybody knew that before he pulled out his flick blade and cut Shizuo clean. He was the first one of the two that had been hurt.

Such simple backwards mindset.∼

Foolish inferior being..∼

The man told himself in an attempt to push deeper and deeper into the abyss of his mind the next memory.

The memory of when he saw Shizuo for the first time back when both of them were teens .

The first thing was that he expected "Shizu-chan" to be some petite blonde girl, not a muscular tall guy who could rivalize in endurance with a kalashnikov gun. Even though, the current Izaya wouldn't admit it in the slightest he took in the sight, the man enticed him in a way no other person could. He was interesting.

No.

More than just interesting, more than a prey or a pawn. This man to Izaya was a modern equivalent of an Hercules, a demi god that could rule by his side and not just be of just some use under his feet.

The second thing about "Shizu-chan" that he noted was the pissed poured glare he threw at him for no apparent reason.

Call it insctinct, smell, hunch or whatever, the man just knew there was something seriously wrong and looked at Shinra with the same accusotary glare a condemned would give to his executioner as he brought him to the devil himself.

As if Shinra was at fault, heh. That brute.

"I don't like you." Was the only thing Izaya heard from the appetizing mouth of the dyed blonde.

Right after he presented himself extending a unarmed. As the greeting should be.

For those who don't know, historically making hand to hand contact with a peer it used to mean "I mean no harm, I brought no weapons."

Izaya was at lack of words, his narcissistic self couldn't take it. He couldn't take the rejection of the blonde back then, and couldn't right now; he just couldn't stand how the blonde was offering a kind side, as a big animal who plays with cubs to some inferior beings. Humans were lovely, sure. But didn't deserve a demi god's kindness, it was only reserved for those over the Olympus. And here we had, Hercules behaving all sugary to beings that were absolutely and objectively inferior to Izaya.

That disgusted him to no end.

He offered the blonde have a leverage with him non the less. The god of all humans.

How dared him.

Izaya clenched his teeth at the veiled knowledge of his hatred and bit voer his flick-blade. The blade that made Shizuo bled. The blade that had part of his body.

"I really do hate you, Shizu-chan, that's why you must be stripped of all humanity. You can't be human if I hate you. You can't be human if you don't love me."

Izaya was a god and he got rejected.