WordsIzaya hadn’t been in Ikebukuro since that day.Words by suzukigonkura28
Shizuo had said the words Izaya never wanted to hear.
I love you…
Izaya had told himself that it wasn’t what he wanted, from anyone. He couldn’t let himself be as weak as his humans. They were the only ones he loved, because he knew that they could never really love him back. But once again fate had to throw him a curveball.
Technically not a human, or so Izaya believed.
To Izaya, Shizuo was not human. He was a monster. Something that didn’t deserve to be on the same level as his beloved humans. He was an unpredictable mess. Always ruining his plans and getting in the way of everything. How could someone so different, fit in with people that were so normal?
So why did his words affect Izaya so much? Why is it that when Shizuo whispered those words in such a gentle manner, they made Izaya feel a pain in his chest. Something indescribable. Something he feared would
The Window (Shizaya)It had started as another peaceful day in Ikebukuro. Or so Shizuo thought. In fact, he thought that it had been quite peaceful in Ikebukuro for quite some time now. The reason being? Izaya had yet to show his face. It’s been a long time since he’s pranced his way over to the city that had something strange lurking in every corner.The Window (Shizaya) by suzukigonkura28
Shizuo just didn’t give a f*%k.
Celty seemed to be off lately too. She still delivers things here and there, but she seems different. Shizuo can tell. And Shinra. Shinra was just like Izaya. He hasn’t been out and about anymore, not that he ever really was, but still. Every time Shizuo would go visit, Celty would only tell him that he’s out with another client. Guess he was just really busy.
Shizuo was too oblivious to notice anything too big or even care. He just kept going on his merry way, going wherever he pleased.
He stopped in his tracks to see that he had followers. Men about his age, rowdy and not
I'm HereToday wasn’t a good day.I'm Here by suzukigonkura28
Not at all.
I love them. My humans.
But they don’t love me. They never will.
I know that. I have known that, since the very beginning, but I never wanted to believe it.
“How could you do this to me?! You’re sick!”
I hid myself behind that familiar smirk, “I know.”
“I’ll kill you! You don’t deserve to live! Everyone hates you! If I rid the world of you, no one will miss you at all!”
“Give me your best shot.”
He pulled out a gun. He’s not the first client to have ever done that. I could handle him, but I couldn’t focus.
Shots rang and echoed through the back alleys of Ikebukuro. Bullets flew past me but I barely managed to avoid them. One managed to graze me but I kept running. He ended up cornering me and for once in my life I was afraid that I was going to die.
With my back against the wall, he held the gun up to my hea
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