Appetence

Izaya could swear he was looking at an inverted version of himself.

The man in front of him had the same crimson eyes as him, the same porcelain white skin, the same face and build down to the devilish smirk.

"Are you feeling what I'm feeling?" he asked. He didn't know why that was what he wanted to say.

"You mean the pull towards you as if we had magnets?" the man responded, his German accent heavy.

"Yes."

They both responded in unison a manic grin taking over their faces.

The start of an interesting friendship and the beginning of the end.