In Love With The Devil

In Love With The Devil -1- "He's everything to me, I'm nothing to him."

I watched as he broke into a fit of hysterical laughter.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I clenched my hands into fists as his crazy laughter filled the air. “I’m serious, Izaya.”

He stopped laughing abruptly, but still had a smirk on his face, and he looked up at me. “Oh, I know, Maiya.” He said as he wiped an imaginary tear away from his eye.

Why was he laughing, you ask? Well, I’d just confessed my love for him. Yes, I have fallen in love with the infamous, underground information broker, Izaya Orihara. The guy that quite a lot of people feared- I’d fallen in love with him.

You must think I’m insane. I thought, at first, that maybe it was just my emotions going haywire. That maybe I didn’t actually love him. And when that was obviously untrue, I then thought that it might have been just a crush, the type that’s normal for girls to get at my age. But a crush is merely a strong admiration you have for someone. What I feel for Izaya…is much more than that.

To be frank, he’s my first love and I don’t really know how to handle it.

I thought I was going insane, for a while. So maybe I’m just as crazy as he is.

I heard shoes tap against the pavement and I looked up at him. He’d taken a few steps toward me and was now standing inches away from me. The closeness made me gasp, He looked down at me, smirking, with his eyes looking straight into mine. My mouth hung open as I stared up at him.

“I’m flattered, really.” He began. He brushed a piece of hair away from my face and his hand hung near my face. “But I don’t feel the same way kid-“

I felt anger boil up inside me and I slapped his hand away from my face. “How many times have I told you not to call me kid?”

“Oh about…” He began counting on his fingers, teasing of course. “Five hundred and eighty five thousand, three hundred and seventy four times.”

He smirked at me again and I could feel myself begin to get upset. He always treated everything like a joke, even something as serious as me telling him that I loved him. My eyes filled up with tears as I said, “Will you just stop it?”

He bent down with his knee’s a bit until his face was level with mine. He had to bend because he was taller than me. He was basically pushing me against the wall, or at least I had to back away against the wall of the alley because he was standing so close to me. “Stop what?” He asked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

I pretty much lost it then. A girl can only take so much.

A tear fell down my cheek as I held my hand up in the air and was about to slap him, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me, before I could. Holding my arm, he pulled me closer to him, our bodies now touching, and held my arm up in the air over his shoulder. It was like déjà vu. Despite the fact that I’d wanted to slap him, he was still smirking, like he was enjoying this.

“You’re really going to try that again, Maiya? It didn’t hurt me the first time, so why would the second be any different?”

I was crying now. I couldn’t help it. I was in pain, because my heart was aching. What would you call this, I wonder? Rejection? Yes, he’s rejected me. Yet I still make the mistake of loving him.

“Izaya, just stop it!” It was a desperate plea. Even I could hear the break in my voice; it was almost like a sob. I jerked away from him and he let go of my arm. I stepped away from him.

“Maiya…” He sighed, looking almost disappointed.

“Just shut up, Izaya!” I shouted at him, my voice loud enough to travel to outside the dark alley we stood in.

Izaya sighed again and looked at the ground, shaking his head. “So childish…” He muttered quietly, though I still heard it.

I glared at him a bit, ready to say something that would make him regret all this, but then I figured that he’d just come up with a counteract that would just hurt me more. Speaking to him right now was just me wasting my breath. I ran past him, pushing out of the way as I did, and I ran outside of the alleyway. We’d been in there because I’d asked him to meet me there. I’d wanted us to be alone when I told him, though it definitely didn’t make a difference. This didn’t go the way I planned it to, or how I thought it would go down.

I ran all the way home, tears streaming down my face. I was a broken hearted girl now, because of Izaya Orihara.

I wanted to hate him, but I couldn’t.

I could only hate that I loved him.

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This is our so-called ‘relationship’. It’s a love-hate thing, mostly hate, as you can see.

You’re most likely confused right now, but this is my life. Maybe I should just start at the beginning. It might make sense to you then.