A/N: I'm working as quick as I can /(^A ^; ; \)

Short chapter because I'm on a block for this story... OTL;

and I'm too tired for my own good.

Promise to make the next one longer to make up for this sad excuse of a chapter...

Izaya

Her face is a light tint of red, almost pink but not quite there. She looks at the ground and for a minute, I thought she rejected me.

Can't be... she's not hit me yet, or tried to hit me.

Her gaze lingers at the ground a little longer and I'm only waiting on an answer to my unspoken question.

'Will you love me back?'

What a ridiculous thing to ask. Her eyes held anger and hate when she first saw me. I remember how those beautiful brown orbs narrow into chocolate slits. Hell, she even charged at me on our first meeting.

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until she spoke (and when I felt a little light-headed).

"Why would you say that when we've only just met?" Her voice raises. She's angry? I confess something utterly embarrassing and she merely questions me, and now she's upset?

This girl...

"I mean, you don't like me, right? Hell, that look on your stupid, louse face during lunch just screamed 'trouble'. You're probably just saying that because you don't love me," I visibly wince at her babbling. I was reaching that point... "hahah, so you're probably saying it out of spite because you hate m-!" That was it.

"Shut up!" I grab her shoulder and hold her against the wall, my figure looming over her. Her face holds a look of shock "You... you're making yourself sound so weak... I know you're not. Shinra told me how... how you're that girl who protects herself from anything and everything... why are you being such a weak bitch now of all times!" I pretty much lose my cool. I snapped at her because it hurt so much to hear her say this stuff about herself... and she had the nerve to say I hate her?

I detest how she's assuming this on her own. I loathe the way she makes me sound like the bad guy.

But I love her.

My face lowers as I hold her in place. She automatically freezes in place and stares at me with comically large eyes. My grip on her shoulder loosens and she visibly relaxes a bit. Her eyes soften and I take this opportunity to cup her chin. I move closer, my lips only mere centimeters away from her own. She doesn't move but I can see feel her lips purse just a bit. I smirk, and just as we're about to kiss, an announcement from the train station nearby announce that the train to ** is leaving in ten minutes.

Shizuka's eyes widened in realization that, yes, she was going to miss her ride home. Her body began to function more properly and she ran past Izaya. Izaya inwardly growled and cursed the announcer to the deepest, darkest pits of hell. Izaya looked back and at Shizuka's retreating form and felt disappointed.

What a disappointment...

And no, I was not referring to Shizuka, but how their moment was blatantly ruined. Shizuka could never disappoint me. She's far too interesting.