psychopaths. (durarara!!)

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Izaya had pulled [Name] into an alleyway after a few minutes of running. The [h/c] haired male stayed quiet, curious as to what this seemingly psychopathic man wanted.

"What are you planning?" Izaya questioned.

[Name] studied the man in front of him. His mouth was twisted into a dangerous smirk and his eyes were narrowed. He seemed a bit on edge, like he expected [Name] to pull something on him. One hand was in his coat pocket — most likely on the flip blade he tended to pull during fights — and the other rested on the wall by [Name]'s head.

"I'm not planning anything." He finally answered, "I simply enjoy watching you."

Izaya tilted his head back slightly, red-brown eyes scrutinizing the man in front of him. He seemed a bit hesitant, but eventually relaxed. It was impossibly rare to find people with no malicious intent behind their actions, especially when they had directly interacted with him before, but he couldn't seem to find anything off about this one. That alone perplexed the man. "Interesting." The raven hummed.

"What's interesting?" [Name] asked, tilted his head to the side ever so slightly.

"You."

"Really now?"

Izaya hummed in approval before smoothly turning on his heels and walking off. His mind swirled with thoughts about the strange newcomer. He wanted to know everything there was to know about this [Name] [L/Name]. Why was he so interested in people? Had he ever gotten mixed up in any dangerous business? Why did he hang around that Kida kid so often? What was going on in that pretty little head of his? As such questions rolled through his mind he began to laugh.

Meanwhile, [Name] lingered in the alley for a few minutes longer. He wanted to get close to Izaya. He had had enough of only observing, he wanted to get to up close and personal. That seemed to be the only way to find out everything he wanted after all.