A/N This is my first Shizaya, okay!? So forgive me if I mess up a bit, okay? Anyway, I hope you like it!
Shizuo's POV
I just got done with my last shift. I got out early, so, I was bored. Usually by now, Izaya would be here, with his annoying nickname for me. He hasn't been around Ikebukuro in a WEEK! A WEEK GOD DAMMIT! Not that I cared... I just wonder why he isn't here. I need a good fight. Finally, I saw a head of raven hair, and I smelled a familiar smell. The Flea. I rushed to him.
"So, Flea, where have you been?" I asked, casually. Surprisingly, he didn't even flinch. Let alone say something about me calling him, 'Flea', instead, he just kept walking. A vacant look in his red eyes. It scared me a little.
"Not now, Shizuo..." He mumbled. He continued walking. I followed, he wasn't paying much attention, so he didn't notice he was being followed home.
I am both happy and upset about what I saw. I saw him walk home, and when he got there, he changed into his P.J's. The conflicted emotions were about the multiple scars across his torso and arms. I didn't need him to tell me. I was sure with just one look they were self-inflicted.
A/N I know, I know, it sucks! Just, please forgive me for this suckish chapter, I'll try to make the next one better. Anyway, see ya guys. Tell me what you think!
