s morning came, he immediately felt a headache coming up even if he considered himself as one of the most healthiest person on the planet. The informant was never the type to ask for help, but it was aching bad enough to tempt him to call a doctor. And this was where songs come in.

Izaya knew this "sickness" took control of him ages ago, and started to close his eyes again when he had enough of seeing the room dance in circles. What did he have? Depression? Dysthymia? His face frowned slightly when he tried to think of what the hell was actually happening to him. His eyes looked over and looked at the microphone.

But in the back of his mind, he knew. He knew what he was. And the only thing that was keeping him from sinking was singing his heart out. Lyrics that he wrote, the songs that he played, was everything to let himself hold onto what we would call humanity. Perhaps even the name "Divined Melody" that he called himself was something that he would want to hear. So much for laughing at humans considering suicide and watching petty people cutting their lives short.

Remembering the lyrics that he wrote he took a glance at it and his expression softened. Turning his computer on, he quickly sent the information to his boss before standing up. Taking a few steps he grabbed a voice recorder and headed toward his beloved piano. Divined Melody was about to make a new song.

~Shizuo

When Shizuo headed out he was surprised to see a live recording on television right off the bat. The tall blond stood there staring through a glass window which had a TV and listened intently at the new song. How in the world do this person make songs so quickly anyways? But as distant as this voice sounds, he felt he knew this person.

All people existing, are they worth nothing more?

Even when death comes, it will stay as before?

But I can only hold so much you know

Theres a hidden warmth that was always left alone

Made up of faults and flaws

Imperfect all

Is that what we call a perfect soul?

I did not make this up. Its called "Perfectionist Complex" so all rights belong to them~

Strangely he felt the owner of this voice was right at the tip of his tongue. The words that he sang made him want to desperately see him. Shizuo's instinct told him that this mysterious person was hiding something great. It was as if he was trying to tell the world about himself but at the same time couldn't. This feeling was so new, so unknown to him.

Walking away about 15 minutes after the song ended he sniffed. Something stunk and it was bothering him. Whipping his head around, his eyes looked annoyingly at a raven haired man.

"Shizu-chaaaaannnn. Did you miss me?"

"Ha? Who would miss you? DIDNT I TELL YOU TO STAY OUT OF HERE. IZZAAYYAAA-KKUUUUN!"

"Still as violent as ever. Oh, did I never tell you about how you really need to work on your indents on your forehead when your mad? You look 87 for goodness sake. That's why you should learn from someone like m-"

And so the cat and mouse chase began. But then after a while Shizuo found Izaya not so quite himself. Or maybe he was just imagining Izaya slightly in pain even when nothing hurt him. Well for now, it should be fine... Hm? Where did he go?

~Izaya

He raven haired male stopped and gasped for air when he was sure he lost the beast. Izaya really chose the wrong day to play with him. There wasn't any blood he could see coming from himself and slashed his skinny jeans to see if there was anything wrong with his legs. Nothing, nothing at all. Could this pain he was feeling was fake? No, it felt real enough that there was no way it was fake. But it was overwhelming him and he had to do something to get it off his mind.

He leaned back on the wall and took a deep breath. Sing. It always work. Sing like theres no tomorrow. Sing to stop this pain and world. Sing to... stop your insanity.

Alrighty~ This is finally up, so hope you guys enjoy it and stuff. Its a little rushed, I admit it, but I plan to post a lot more chapters later in the future. Reviews are welcome as always! ^.^