The words were just as powerful as the punch that had been previously thrown. Izaya glared and threw his response back to the angry blonde.
"I hope you do hate me! It's not like I'm the only person in the universe that will ever love you! But since you seem so keen on being alone for the rest of your life, I guess it doesn't matter, right? Stupid Monster!"
Insults were thrown back and forth, a winner never in sight. Soon, the fight became physical, and the end seemed too far off to be seen.
Until the sound of shattering glass was heard.
Both froze where they were, both currently scarred with wounds, some would heal, others would not.
Izaya looked over to his hands, to see them entwined with Shizuo's, but that wasn't what he focused on.
The picture.
Their picture.
Shizuo sucked in a shocked breath, trying to be angry again.
No, I hate him! I'm fighting with him because I hate him! I shouldn't feel guily about our- no! Not ours! It's just a picture!
The picture was of the two, when they had gotten married.
They had both looked so happy, and they were. All of their friends and family had turned up, and all of them had been accepting of their relationship.
Except Shinra, who knew that there was no chance to experiment on Shizuo, because Izaya would never allow it if for some reason Shizuo agreed.
Izaya sat up and gently picked up the frame, careful of the shattered glass. He let a single tear escape, just to feel some of the pain escape. But soon, he cried harder.
Shizuo felt guilt go through him. He was stupid. He should know, that everyone had flaws, ad that he shouldn't make a big deal out of Izaya's, because he had major flaws as well.
It was so cliche.
To feel sad, after admitting how much they really hated each other.
Izaya wiped the tears away from his face.
"I guess it's too late to just be friends huh, Shizu-Chan?"
"Yeah Flea," Shizuo nodded, deciding that if Izaya wanted to use that stupid pet name, then he would use Izaya's as well.
"It's too late to just be friends."