Humans.
So easily manipulated, it's hilarious.
In reality, they do nothing. Eat, sleep, reproduce, repeat. And it's so easy to screw up their lives. Of course, there's the select few that are special, and aren't as easily changed.
The prime suspect of my special humans would be Shizuo Heiwajima. Shizu-chan, if you will. His inhumane strength is mesmerizing. The angrier he gets, the stronger. He is truly an amazing being.
He may just kill me one day. It's bound to happen, and I am ready. Every time I am around he chases me. His insane power is nothing compared to my agility and speed, by lately, I've gotten slower.
Death. What a strange word. What is it's purpose? It's an everyday happening, yet it carries so much emotion in itself, each time. I, myself, am terrified. Yes, death scares me.
I don't want to die.
I'm scared.
The thought of not waking up in the morning, not being able to play with humans whenever I please sends horrible shivers down my spine. I can't put my finger on it, but I also welcome death. With open arms.
Scary, but welcome? I, Izaya, am a strange man. Quite strange indeed. But, the end of this strange man is coming soon.
Shizuo is going to kill me.
And I am ready.
