He wanted to kill the flee, but for some reason the man took his very serious murdering intent for some kind of sick way of flirting and it was getting on his nerves.
Even more than usual.
Or maybe it was some sick twisted manner to torture him beyond disgust. With Izaya he couldn't be sure. He never could.
And the bastard had the fucking nerve to call him unpredictable.
As he smoked his cigarette calmy in the dim light of a not-so -clean coffee table of some god forgotten bar of his town he started to replay the scene, over and over.
Talking about shellshock. Sick pervert Izaya was.
"You done talking, dead man?"
"Aw, Shizu-chan is always so mean.∼" The raven said casually playfully hunching with his hands over his furry pockets. Only yo quickly turn around looking pass his shoulder with charcoal lashes, the bedroom eyes evident. It disturbed him to no end.
Now, let me be VERY clear. Before everybody start thinking I'm the violent one.
Lately the flea had this sickening behaviour, Shizuo never thought it would be possible for something to be worse than the bastard plain ruining his life via symbolic violence. But this was a nightmare much more darker. The man not only tried to ruin everything for him but also started using a "charming" mocking behaviour, a behaviour Shizuo only reserved for the ones he cared or one that he was in love with. So, having Izaya, THE IZAYA who made him hate him in such a vehement manner that he had to supress the disgusted feeling in his throat from burning him, that he just wanted to squeeze the life out of. Was plain ticking.
Seeing as how he was sweetening his behaviour only to harm him or drive him more violent, to make everybodythink he was the monster of the two. This wasn't a playful teasing between lovers before some cute sprawling over the bed before breakfast or a hug. It was a man that was behind every single one of his disgraces. And now, he was lowering the most beautiful thing in the world, LOVE ( it doesn't matter wich kinda love, love for your lover, boyfriend, girlfriend, family, friends, any kind of it) And was twisting in a way he could emulate it just to make the torture toward him even more dark.
That was the drop that did it. He always wanted him dead, but right now, he wanted the man in front of him dead in the quickest way possible.
And what did the psycho think? That he would fall for this? That he would plain buy this "let's pretend I can feel something other than boredom and disgust for every single human been" Because Shizuo, JUST KNEW that his love for his supposely "beloved humans" was just a mask, a fachade.
The man used the world love so lightheartedly because he couldn't feel it. Even further, not only he couldn't feel such thing but used as a synonimun of disgust. He felt that towards the whole humanity, he felt himself above no matter how much he tried to sugar coat it in favour of his own selfish needs.
Was everybody in this town crazy?
Was Shizuo the only one who could see that?
And he called me a beast, heh. He rather believe I'm the beast, he rather makes everybody believe that because the true beast, Shizuo thought , Because the true beast is himself. And he knows, I know, that's why he tries to convince me of been some kind of neanthertal, a lower creature. But deep inside he's threatened and I know better than anybody that a desperate beast is even more dangerous, that's why he needed to kill Izaya quickly. No more time to loose. He was getting far more psychopathic than before.
He took out a small leather wallet, paid the check not caring how much more he left over the dirty table as he walked towards the small door, into the big city.