What did he want to do in life? He stood amongst the tallest building in Ikebukuro, watching the ant like humans walk along the busy streets. The cars racing around, the sky lit a beautiful shade of navy.
He sat down close to the edge of the building, taking his cigarette out of mouth and puffed out some smoke. The city was lit with dozens of coloured lights, something Shizuo definitely couldn't describe. He put his sunglasses in his shirt pocket and leaned back, gazing at the stars above.
He wanted a quiet, peaceful life. Something you couldn't exactly get in Ikebukuro, it didn't matter anyway, he was a monster. He hates violence, but whenever he was angry, he would always destroy. And before he knew it, he had hurt someone.
How can he put it? He... simply didn't know. It was a curse. A simple one. But one he couldn't get the control of. Why? He cursed himself, his life, his entire existence. Why did he exist? He couldn't do the things he wanted, have the life he could've gotten. He put his hand in front of the stars.
Maybe it was better if he didn't exist.
He shook his head. No. He had to live. But for what purpose? This he drew a blank on. His family, his brother, his friends?
He was s simpleton. Been told numerous times that. He wished he knew what he wanted.
"Shizu-chan! What are you doing here?" A voice of a very familiar Orihara Izaya came to his ears.
He heard footsteps, closer and closer,yet he couldn't find the strength to move, let alone fight.
"I'm not in a mood to fight right now. I call a truce." He called out.
"Truce? Truce? Hey! Since when do you make the rules!" Izaya yelled.
"Since always." Shizuo stood up. Izaya already ruined the mood, he walked by Izaya, relighting another cigarette. Izaya clenched his fists, he turned around and tackled Shizuo to the ground, Izaya's pocket knife right next to Shizuo's neck.
"What if I slit open your neck?" Izaya smirked. Shizuo just slapped Izaya's knife out of his hand. And while Izaya was in shock, Shizuo got up and attempted leaving again.
"Try harder next time, your stance is full of openings."
"Damn you Shizu-chan! I...I..." Izaya fell to his knees. He felt defeated.
"You're the only thing I have left..." His voice was frail and hoarse, tears dripping down from his eyes while he desperately wiped them away. This was a side of Izaya Shizuo has never seen before.
Shizuo stood there, watching Izaya silently sob. He wanted to say something to comfort him, but emotional support wasn't exactly Shizuo's strong suit.
Izaya stood up and rushed to the exit before looking at Shizuo. And with that, he was gone.
What was he doing? Izaya went down the stairs as fast as he could, seeing the brute again was the last thing he wanted. He confessed his true feelings. His feelings for Shizuo.
What a joke.
The next few days were peaceful. Shizuo wasn't being targeted by the Yakuza for things he hadn't done, nor was he set up to be arrested. Things were serious now. Usually Izaya is constantly on his tail, setting him up to be beaten, anything to piss him off. But nothing's happened. And Shizuo was confused.
Was it because of that day?
"You're the only thing I have left..." He remembered what Izaya said. He clenched his fist, remembering that damn flea's voice was annoying.
He slowly released his fist, and gazed at the sky. He supposed, he never finished his train of thought up there. It was Izaya that disturbed his session. What did he want to do in life.
