Hey there! Oh, what do you know, the next chapter is finally up! Time to fuck up this story even more.

P.S A huge thanks to everyone who reviewed, liked or favorited, I love you all. :*

P.S.S If anybody likes Vorona, I'm sorry, she is going to be the antagonist and make the Shizaya even more hellish. Starting now.

It had been another 2 weeks, that Shizuo stopped coming to work. The employees were confused, to why their boss was missing. There was no information about why he was missing, was he okay? It was all found out, when Mr. Heiwajima came to the company and took over for a while. The man said everything very brief, saying that Shizuo was feeling sick, and he was being taken care of by his fiancee.

The real reason, why the blond wasn't coming to work, was because he had turned into an aggressive drunk. If anybody ever saw him, it was him getting down to the wine cellar, to pick up a bottle or two. Or maybe three. Somtimes four. But some days- five. And then he went back to his dream reality, staring only in the painted room and the red eye's, which were the only thing he talked about. Nobody could get reach of Shizuo, for he locked himself tight shut into the room, in which he lived in, since Izaya made it into a lounge .

If anybody talked to him outside the door, they would not receive an answer, or if they tried to pry open the door, a harsh bang would resonate from behind the door, almost like a wild animal, asking to be let out. But in the given situation, it was to leave him alone.

And if it looked like he was a heartless beast, inside his heart and soul, laid a broken man, with a broken heart.

It had been quite a while, when even Izaya was getting worried about his ex-lover-fiancee. He still worked at the company, since it got him the money, but it was absolute hell, to be Mr. Heiwajimas assistant. The raven thanked god it was only for a silent minute they had to be in the same room, only meeting for the matter of the document signing.

Izaya had been depressed lately. His mother had welcomed him back with her open arms, his little sisters promising to beat up the businesses man, if only the raven gave the word, which was the only thing, that pulled a smile out of Izaya's broken body these days.

In the daytime, his heart had settled, but in nighttime, when it sprouted the dream leaves of his past memories, it was hell.

He often woke up crying, about his first meeting, the absolutely wonderful time they spent together, the beautiful engagement, and how it was taken away from him once again.

Now, the raven was sitting in the archive of past funding's and charity of the company to bring some to the BIG man himself. Izaya knocked on the massive wood door, hoping to wake up from the nightmare and see his favorite shade of blond hair sitting by the table, but it was the same ugly, short, black mop of hair, with a bunch of gray strands sprouting from the big head of the man he had started to loath.

His mouth was in a tight line, as he probably had read something from a message on his phone. Izaya didn't want to be the center of his attention, and had started to quickly leave, when he was stopped by the man pulling his hand.

''You! You finally did it, you little pest, didn't you?'' The elder said, his face pulled into a furious expression.

''I don't know what you are talking about Mr. Heiwajima. Now please, let me go!''

''Thanks to you, he has become an alcoholic. He doesn't come to work, because he locks himself in a room with five bottles and just stares at your face painted on the wall.''

Izaya froze in the mans grasp.

''Oh, that's it. I just have to take away that away from him. I have to take away the last bit of his contact to his little fling, his little whore, that he was so intent on marrying. Wait a minute. Orihara Izaya was it? Hm.. the name Whorihara does have a certain ring to it.''

After that, the raven pulled away from his grasp, rushing out the door, not seeing the evil smirk evident on Mr. Heiwajima's face.

Whorihara. Just like a cheap street whore, a leech, that got a little too attached. Izaya finally felt, like he was fitting the name. He had whored around with a married man, who was willing to keep up the little fling, with a lovesick fool.

And now, he had managed to fuck up the life of the most powerful mans son, turning him into a raging alcoholic, just because he was banned from meeting with him. Izaya understood, that what the blond had said at the door of his house was true. He shouldn't listen to what his father said. And that he was weak.

Izaya understood, that he was one of the most weakest men there was. He was so weak to his emotions, his attachments. But most importantly, he was weak to love.

And this weakness was eating him alive.

The raven finally reached his home, unlocking his door, to see his mother and sisters, sitting together by the TV, watching a movie, which Kasuka Heiwajima stared in.

''Welcome home, onii-san.''

''Good to be back.''

''Welcome, sweety. Do want something to e-''

''No thanks, I'm going to my room.''

With silence, Izaya dragged himself to his room, dropping his bag down by his office desk, and falling face first in his bed. He tried to fall asleep,but his memories of today and his past love were flooding his mind.

Whorihara. Orihara Izaya. The leech. The whore leeching off of important men in the society.

Something snapped inside the already weak raven. Mindlessly, he ran to his desk, searching for an old notebook, where laid a phone number, Izaya had thought he would never need to call in his life again.

He punched the number in his phone and pressed the call button.

''Hello?''

''Hello, Shiki. Still remember me?''

''Orihara?''

''No. Not Orihara. It's Whorihara to you.''

''Oh, so it's like that?''

''How about we meet up. Let's see how that name applies to me. Your wife is still away, isn't she?''

If everybody thinks I am a whore, so be it. I'll make sure they don't go back on their statement.

If it's a whore they want...

''Sounds great. I'll be sure to pick you up 20 minutes later.''

''Sure. I'll be waiting.''

A Whorihara they will get.

Sorry about this. Leave in the reviews, how much you hate me now. I assure, these are just the flowers of the whole thing.

And sorry about these fucking short chapters. I'm going to try and make them longer.

Until next time,

PrincessEvaOfTheZone