Where There's Hate, There's Love. [Shizaya]

Chapter One.

Authors note: New fanfic. Seeing that there's so many fanfictions that are based off character's high school lives, this isn't very original. I'm not very creative in the first place.

Anyways, I'd appreciate if you gave this fic a chance ;u; ty ~

Warning: Excessive Cussing, sexual content, and yaoi. (I mean, what did you expect out of a Shizaya fic?) This is my second fan fiction, so there might be only slight improvement from my previous one. I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

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Shizuo was exhausted. He'd never felt so warn down - so utterly lost in thought that his physical state didn't even cross his mind twice. He lay there on his couch, his limbs loose at his sides, staring both blankly and intently up at the white plaster walls. The ceiling fan whirled above him, his eyes darting about as he tried to focus on the fast paced boards. He didn't even notice the blood that oozed from the open wound on his right cheek, not the bruise forming on his sides and his upper thigh. Yet it hurt. It hurt so badly.

"Fuck," he murmured into the silence. No one had been home at that moment. Hell, no one had ever dared enter his home. He lived alone after all, his loud voice bouncing off the walls whenever he had entered in a raging mood. He had to have his door replaced multiple times in the past because of this. What kind of person would want to put up with him?

He thought about that more than any average person would. It made him sick to his stomach, although no one would ever guess that he actually gave two shits about being alone by his attitude. At school he was independent; a lone wolf, perhaps.

But why care? Because. Loneliness was an emotion that no human being could withstand their entire life. It was the one of the many things that would carve a deep and empty void within an individual that even someone like Shizuo, a person who was looked upon as cold-hearted and bitter, found as a weakness.

And here he was, heedlessly shouting foul words into the darkness of his household. It was all he could think to do after what had happened previously; he didn't even want to think about it. And yet it did cross over his mind-- a faint memory-- of the bastards who dared step within range of him. Who had beaten Shizuo Heiwajima to a bloody pulp.

And Izaya. Izaya Orihara. How would Shizuo deal with him, of all people?

~*Earlier that day*~

It was freezing outside, the bitter cold biting against Shizuo's skin as he continued striding down the sidewalk. The weather continued to taunt him because of his awful clothing choice, a simple T-shirt with useless thin material. This was the day where he decided he'd choose something different than his usual outfit, which consisted of a thick pitch black hoodie and denim jeans or his school uniform; he instantly regretted it.

With each breath a little white steam cloud puffed out, pressing against his face with a gust of brief warmth. He felt relaxed - almost - his entire body had been tense ever since he stepped out of the security of his home. He could be jumped at any given moment due to how many people despised him or even wanted to kill him. But why be scared? He was the strongest man in this goddamned place anyways. He dug his hands into his pants pockets and, with a look of pure irritation crossing over his face, blocked out all the noises that had surrounded him. The faint blaring of car horns, the murmur of the people hurrying by, the pitter-patter of the on goers footsteps. Deep inside he felt an odd sense of despair consume him.

Averting his attention to the right side of him, he caught a sudden motion, a blur of a figure that he knew had to be human. He assumed it had been a mere child, running along the streets without a bother in the world. But it wasn't. He frowned out of confusion rather than anger, then, shifting his body, following the darting figure until he was blown off his feet. It was too quick and too swift for him to even react or shout in surprise or for help. Help was out of the question, really, he'd walked so far that he was trapped in an alleyway empty of any other human beings. Except for this asshole.