He felt the cool air against his skin but made no attempts to wrap himself up. Let the frost nubble at his skin. It's not like he cared.

He didn't care about anything these days. Even his precision humans seemed so dull, nowadays, he wandered what he'd ever loved about them so much.

There was only one human he truely cared for. It was a curse: loving a monster, who hates you. As muh was clear; if he could get the ex bartender out of his mind, maybe the pain would be bearable, but no.

Life could never be that simple. Life threw pain into your face and gave you no choice on escaping it. Whether that pain was being physically hurt, like having a broken leg, or mental, like the tangle of unrequited love he found himself caught in, pain, of some kind, was always thrust upon you.

Nothing ever changed. It was always the same old drama, the same amount of emotions and the same straight, blonde beautiful man was stuck in Izaya's head, everyday.

Feeling himself shiver, he gritted his teeth and kept going. No way would the great Izaya Orihara show weakness!

"IZZZAAAAYYYYAAA!" roard the voice he hoped he wouldn't hear. Forcing as realistic a smile as he could manage onto his lips, he spun around to face the man stood angrily behind him.

"Well," he chirped fakly, "hello, Shizu-chan!"

The blonde man balled his fists, tense, as a vain popped up on his forehead.

"I thought I hold you to stay out of Ikebukuro, flee! And don't call me that," Shizuo snapped."Look, Shizu-chan," Izaya sighed, "although I would love to play with you, I'm actually busy, right now," he smirked. That wasn't completely true. The raven wasn't really busy, he just didn't want to go through the pain of seeing the man he loved try to kill him.

Turning away, he let his smirk drop and allowed the tears to fall. Nobody was looking. Once he got home he could punish himself. That in his mind, he speed up his pace, but he wasn't fast enough.

Shizuo growled, how dare that flee come into Ikebukuro like he owned the place and walk out without even running. There was no way he was letting him get away with that.

Racing up behind the smaller man, Shizuo leaped at him, grabbong his shoulder and spinning him around. He was not expecting what he saw.

Izaya, strong, annoying, intelligent Izaya, stumbled around from lack of balance because of being spun, tears rolling down his face and, where his sleeve had ripped from me pulling it to hard, his arms were visible... and covered in scars. Not fight scars. These were to exact; to perfect.

These were made by Izaya.

"Izaya..."

The raven looked down at the ground and began to sob quietly. Soon he found himself crying harder than he ever had before.

Unsure what to do, the larger man stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the raven, who responded by snaking his arms around Shizuo's neck and crying into his shoulder.

After a while, Izaya stopped crying, but neather moved. Shizuo was really warm.

"Izaya?"

"Yes?"

"What's wrong?" He whispered, curious.

Izaya paused for a moment, looking up at Shizuo with big watery eyes. The blonde felt horrible for ywlling at him before.

"Shizuo..." he took a deep breath before he did something he never thought he would be able to do. "I love you, Shizuo."

The blonde's eyes flew open wide. "Huh?"

"I love you. Always have, always will. But that doesn't make a difference, you still hate me. But still, I hoped and every so often, I would mess up: letting you see me cry, making it obvious how happy I am when you're around me, staring at you for a bit too much, and then, when I did, I... punished myself," he explained, keepig his voice even and monotone.

"P...punish?" Asked th shaking blonde, with his mouth hanging wide open.

Izaya groaned at having to explain even that to the protozoan. "Why do you think I never wear short sleeves? I cut myself, dumb ass!" He growled.

"What?"

"I cut myself. It's pretty simple actually. I just drive the knife into my skin whenever I mess up," the informant smiled sadly at the ground. "Now, of course, I've really screwed up. Guess I'll just... you know..."

"You don't mean..." Of course he meant that! "You're gonna kill yourself?!" Yelled the blonde.

"Well, duh!"

Without thinking, Shizuo stepped closer and put a hand up to stroke the smaller mans cheek, which was surprisingly soft.

Izaya's eyes shot up to meet Shizuo's. They looked like rubies, shiny from his tears."Izaya," Shizuo growled, grabbing Izaya's attention, "don't you dare hurt yourself, ever again!" He half growled, half shouted.

In that moment, as Izaya looked up tearfully at him, looking cuter that he'd ever looked before, Shizuo made up his mind. Leaning down slightly, he pressed his warm lips against the cold lips of Izaya, his former enemy. It was a brief kiss and was so light it was like a dream.

They pulled away quickly, but never let go of each other.

"I love you, Shizu-chan. "

"Will you stop cutting?" Shizuo whispered, nervous.

"Sure," sighed Izaya.

"I love you, too. Just so you know."