Monstrous Love [Shizaya (Sequel to Psychopathic Love)]

Chapter 1: Coping

Just so all of you know, the whole fanfiction will be in Shizuo's POV unless I say otherwise.

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I walk back to my apartment after work. Once I walk into my apartment, I sit down and sigh.

It's been half a year without Izaya. To be honest, I wouldn't even mind him being my rival still. I did like us as lovers, but if the options were only Izaya gone forever or him pestering me, I'd choose the latter. Maybe six months ago I would have said I'd rather him dead, but knowing how bad this loneliness is, I just want him, no, need him in my life.

I feel clambering at my side and remember I'm not truly alone. I smile lightly and look over at the orange cat. A month ago, I had adopted the cat at a shelter I volunteer at. She had been there the longest, and I knew she needed a good home.

To clear things up, yes, I've actually started devoting a lot of my time to community service and volunteer work. I still have my job as Tom's bodyguard, but I needed more things to keep me occupied and not thinking about a certain someone. I volunteered mostly at the pet shelter and the soup kitchen because their hours work the easiest with me, but I also help other nonprofit organizations at times, too. I don't really like or dislike either of those places, but I appreciate how they allow me to keep busy.

It also helps my reputation, too. Not as many people see me as a horrible monster...until they make me angry that is. Even then, few gangs or individuals provoke me. There still are those assholes every now and then, but I'm slightly happy my life has been overall peaceful. It's what I've always wanted, but I wish Izaya didn't have to be the sacrifice.

The cat kneads the other cushion on the couch and lies down. I stare at her and she looks at me. Even though I spoil her so much, she still keeps her distance. She likes to be near me, so long as I don't pet her. That's a good thing for me, though, because I don't want to hurt her on accident.

She kind of reminds me of Izaya in a way. If I neglect her in some manner, she does things to spite me. If she wants attention, she does everything in her power to get attention. If she wants to be pet, she bugs me until I pet her. If I want to pet her when she doesn't want it, she attacks me. If I put her somewhere, she goes away to the original spot and later goes where I put her. If I call out to her, she ignores me, and I know she can hear me. She deliberately ignores me.

I reach over to pet her and she lets me this time. Her name is Kisa. I'm not quite sure if I like the name, but I didn't feel like changing it.

I get up and Kisa looks up at me. She's used to me being out all the time, but she doesn't seem to mind. I pat her on the head and look the door behind me.

I walk through the crowd of people. I barely need to watch where I'm going. I've been down this path so many times; it's more engraved in my mind than the path to my own apartment.

Once I get to my destination, I knock on the door. Almost immediately, it swings open and I'm greeted by a familiar face.

"Welcome again, Shizuo!" Shinra smiles at me.

I nod to him. "Thank you for letting me come."

"Anytime, Shizuo. I know how much pain you've been in, so I'm happy to ease that pain even a little," he goes from a happy smile to a comforting smile.

"You've done so much. I'm just grateful," I tell him honestly.

"I just finished dinner a little bit ago. If you'd like to join me and Celty at the table, that'd be great!"

I accept his offer and listen to him chatter on and on throughout dinner. Every time I eat his cooking, I'm always surprised by how good it is. Every once and a while, I'll have some of Celty's cooking, too. I always know the difference, but she has gotten better than when I first started coming here

I look at both of them from the other side of the table. It's refreshing to watch. Although Shinra's voice is the only audible, I can tell from the constant moving of her phone that Celty and Shinra are in a deep conversation.

I excuse myself and wash my dishes. Afterwards, I head into the guest room and crouch down by the bed. The frequent beeping and gentle hum of electricity are the only sounds to break the silence.

"Please wake up soon, Izaya."

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How is that? Izaya is, sort of, alive... I'm sorry it's kind of predictable, saying that this is a sequel rather than an epilogue, but whatever!

Special thanks to MilitaryKrackers34 for helping me come up with some missing plot parts for the overall story. I'm grateful for the assistance!

Also since I'm so impatient, I should probably tell you guys that my timing for publishing this is really, really, bad because I start school tomorrow, as well as still have a job, so I'm definitely not going to be able to post very often but, like I said, I'm very impatient and couldn't wait to post it even though I'm writing several other stories at the same time, but I really liked the first story of this, so I couldn't wait.

By the way, this is Kisa:

Bye, bye!

8-18-16