LOVE THY ENEMY.⠀◈⠀izaya orihara

i.⠀›⠀judgement day.

It started when you were in your third year of junior high.

At fifteen years old, you woke up in someone else's body. 

The first thing you noticed was your surroundings; the bedroom that you had quickly realised that did not belong to yours. The space was cluttered with stacks of opened biology books scattered on the floor, along with research papers carelessly lying on forgotten corners and in between the pages of books. You slowly turn your head towards the lamp table, where a picture frame of a boy too familiar in your eyes stands. Rubbing your sleepy and tired eyes, you wait as your blurry vision clears to inspect the picture.

Kishitani Shinra.

Long, black, ragged hair with a face paired with glasses. You immediately recognised him as the boy who sat in the middle row of your classroom.

You weren't even given the time to process the whole thing as the digital clock on his lamp table began to alarm, the repetitive sound making you flinch. Quickly, you brought your hand up to turn it off.

Where's my body? Why am in Kishitani's body?

You laugh quietly to yourself, deciding to play the whole thing off as some kind of dream. People get weird dreams all the time, right? It's normal. You pick yourself up—rather, Kishitani—off from the bed, unbothered to fold the sheets as you walk towards the bathroom. 

A sudden awareness strikes you as you turn the handle of the bathroom door: you were not only in Kishitani's body, but you were in his mind, too. That probably explains why I know where the bathroom is, you thought to yourself. His mind had told you everything: that his name was Kishitani Shinra, that his birthday was on April 2nd, that his age was sixteen—same as yours. Before this, you had not known who Kishitani Shinra was, asides from his name. And now you know everything.

Doesn't this mean that I'm invading his privacy?

You swing the door open and face yourself on the mirror, the glass reflecting Shinra's face to your eyes. 

This was not a dream. It was too elaborate for a dream. 

"Shinra."

You twist your head to the side, only to see another boy standing before you. Ruby red eyes, short, straight, hair. From what you could collect from Shinra's memories, he was most likely Orihara Izaya. He was student from Raijin Academy too, if you recalled correctly; although unlike Shinra, he was not in the same class as yours. You've always seen him running around the school halls with a pocket knife, taunting other students with a sick smile as he twists their minds and play their strings with ease. It was always him who controlled.

"Izaya," you finally say, smiling. Judging from the fact that Orihara had called Kishitana by his first name, it was only safe to assume that they were on first name basis. "How'd you get in here?"

"I sneaked in because you wouldn't answer the door." And then, with a mocking smile: "Did you have a bad dream?"

What would Kishintani say in this situation? What the hell does he even act like?

"Something like that."

"I thought so," he hums, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "So? What did you dream about? Falling to your death? Drowning? Was I in it? Did I kill you? It's okay to be graphic, you know. Stuff like that doesn't really bother me," He pauses, looking into your eyes as if he was studying something, and then continues. "Then again, you've never really held back when it comes to things like that. You're a freak, after all."

A freak?

"I'm not your experiment to dissect, Izaya." You answer, keeping the same smile.