It was dark outside. Night has long ago started to fall down over Tokio. It was cold too, of course, for darkness and coldness always came together. Has ever been this way and would ever be

Izaya loved the night. Really loved, nearly as much as he loved humans. Altough this must seem imposible.

He loved the dark and the mystery. The danger hiding behind every corner.

Red eyes flashed amused over the street under his black hair. Not long ago he had danced with Shizuo. All the way from Shinjuku to Ikebukuro the brute had ran after him, trying to catch him, trowing stop signs, vending machines and some other stuff after him. Lately even a car. And that was new.

"Wonder where this stupid protozoan is right now." Izaya thought out loud. "I need some interesting company~~"

His sing-sang voice made people change the streetside so they wont cross him. Izaya laughed. He was a big man. Feared by the most, hated by even more.

"But well. Who needs friends? I have Dotachin and Shinra. Altough.. he's nuts, so maybe he doesn't even count." Suddenly he stood still. "I bet Shizuo's by his friends."

His smile got even bigger and his red eyes flashed dangerously. "Let's get this party started, Shizu-chaaan~~"

And with that he begun to run. Run. Jump. Dodge. Spin.

Izaya was a master in parcour. He did it like it was the most natural thing in the world, even easier than breathing.

He could forget everything. His work, Namie, Celtys head, Shinras stupid experiences.. Even Erica and her own special theory of his and Shizu-chans relationship.

'Pff, relationship. Kid's nuts, that's how it is.', Izaya thought realizing his mood would get badder the more he thinks about this 'relationship' the both of them shared.

Which was not -definately not, never, no, was not, is not, will never be- a relationship in the first place.

Nope, it was not like they were a couple. It was not like this.

"Oukay, maybe we don't really hate each other anymore, but this does not mean that we're in fucking love with each other!"

The raven stood in front of Shizuos apartment. It was small and he knew that from the inside it was even smaller.

"No, we don't love each other. Fuck it, I'm not shure if I really doesn't hate him anymore. I mean.. maybe I do. Hate him. Got it? I hate you, you stupid protozoan!" His smile was long gone, the red in his eyes was dull and shimmered with unshed tears. Even he knew that this time noone would believe his lies. He doesn't even believe them himself. What did he came for? Why? He knew he would get hurt in the end. Everytime the same shit, it was.

Everyday the same thing. Find him, mess with him, run from him, let him catch you, let him kiss you, let him touch you, let him fuck you, go home, try to sleep, cry.. And let noone get it.

Izaya had always prayed that Shizuo would never, never ever catch him. But he did. He got him where it really hurts Izaya and it was not fair. It was not fair that Izaya laid awake every-god-damn-night thinking about him.

"Why? Why me? How? How could you..? How did you make me fall for you..?" Tears streamed down his face, cold and salty. "You won, Shizu-chan. You won so long ago.."

The realation hit him with so much force that he couldn't breath, couldn't scream, couldn't safe him behind his masks.. So he broke down where he stood, wrapped in himself and cried.

The raven cried long, sitting in front of Shizuos apartment, waiting. He didn't knew for what he waited, but he waited. Maye for a wonder? Nah, he does not believe in this kind of things. A reaction? From who? Shizuo? Ha! He meant nothing to Shizu-chan. He knew it. The brute always said so himself. Good for a fuck, but for nothing more.

So he sat there, waiting for all and for nothing in the same place.