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I was smiling at him, smiling and laughing, being kind, we went on dates (if you could call us running around on buildings a date), and he would hug me tell him me I was cute…A MONSTER…No! I’m, I’m loved… HE’S LYING… I have friends who are like family and a lover…YOU’LL HURT THEM.
No!
FIRST YOUR FAMILY THEN YOUR FRIENDS THEN YOUR LOVER WILL LEAVE IN THE END!
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Shizuo woke up breathing heavily in bed instinctively he moved over looking for Izaya forgetting he was in his apartment, in his bed- his cold and empty bed.
It was the second night he woke up to remember how alone he was and that drea… No, nightmare, hadnt made it better. Recently he found he was feeling slightly chilly maybe he was coming down with something. Hmm funny he never usually got sick, it would probably pass before he felt too affected, he’d shake it off.
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Shizuo was on his way to meet tom, sick or not he was not gonna let down his Senpai. But he felt off but not in a sick way more like he wasn’t seeing well… everyone around him looked.
Grey
He shrugged it off and kept walking it was probably nothing, as he turned down an alley that would lead to the street Tom was on he heard voices in the lane he passed he looked in. Tch.
What Shizuo saw was six figures some holding iron bars and bats others weaponless standing around another dim figure on the ground, he couldn’t see them well they looked almost like shadows but that wasn’t important it didn’t take rocket science to figure out what was happening here, one of them turned to him then stepped up.
“Well what do we have here, don’t you see we’re busy fucktard get lost!” One of the other figures pulled him back.
“Careful don’t you know who that is he’s the Fortissimo of Ikebukuro ”
The first figure looked Shizuo over “Wait you mean he’s the freak who pulls up signs and chases that guy around town, hmm last I heard he was whoring himself out to the same dude”
Shizuo knew he heard right but he wasn’t processing it all the same, not only were people talking about him and Izaya they thought he was messing around with him like some cheap whore. At first he was worried ‘cause he was seeing shit but now he realized it was only the same shitty people he was trying to avoid every day the trash that made him feel like he was… A MONSTER, A FREAK… NOTHING.
Shizuo was quiet….
Everyone stood frozen, they were waiting for it the oncoming storm, the volcanic anger that was sure to tear the unknowing fool to bits.
Shizuo was waiting for it too the familiar uncontrollable rage that leads his blood to boil and all ration to leave his mind, but all he experienced was a cold numbness.
“I’m not in the mood for your shit just leave and we won’t have a problem” the faux blonde could hear them talking amongst themselves, he was really regretting getting involved and the thought was making him sick to his stomach.
The one who had originally step up seemed to be the leader, he shrugged after realizing Shizuo was not moving he grabbed a bat from someone else.
“I have a better idea let’s not let you leave, beat your faggot ass along with that piece of trash on the ground and prove your nothing but a weak little fuck boy!”
He charged at Shizuo bat raised he swung breaking the bat on the side of Shizuo’s face.
Blood slowly trickled…Shizuo remained unflinching.
“God damn you fucking monster. What are you idiots standing there for? Do something!”
No longer paying attention to the guy they were harassing earlier. The gang turned and attacked Shizuo, this gave their earlier victim time to scramble away.
Shizuo notices the absence of the cowering grey figure and realizes they must have scurried off, but as he comes to the realization-
He feels the iron bar in his side before he finishes the thought holding his side only for another to hit him in his stomach on the way down he heaves and crumbles to the ground.
“Sorry to say but it looks like your l-little *gasp* victim has escaped-*cough*!”
Shizuo laid there taking the kick he received after the comment, he could easily take these idiots but what was the point he would just end up causing a larger problem… So he laid there letting them beat and taunt him.
There words spiraled menacingly in his mind bouncing around assaulting him in a familiar tone with things he heard before.
“FUCKING MONSTER”
“WASTE OF SPACE”
“MAN WHORE!”
“STRONGEST MY ASS”
“I BET NO ONE EVEN LOVES YOU!!!”
Each assailant punctuated their sentence with a kick, bat or iron bar to Shizuo’s body and the last sentence ended with a bat to the face and a splatter of blood across the alley walls.
It was raining now, “Shit, let’s leave the fucker here it’s not like he’s even reacting, probably learned his place by now, come on guys”
They left Shizuo lying on the cold wet ground, and as he looked up he didn’t see what he expected, not low life thugs but grey figures walking away still insignificant as they always were.
He slowly got up and slouched against a wall. His rib is either bruised or broken either way he could feel the pain coursing through his veins though somewhere in his mind a voice whispered how much he DESERVED IT.
Shizuo made a broken sound clutching his side before lifting his head and letting out a sob of despair into the heavily pouring rain, his shout twisted and morphed into more of a wheezy chuckle, a dark broken laugh that rose in volume.
A broken man sat in an alley he was covered in bruises and cuts, blood washed away by the steadily pouring rain thinking to himself how worthless people were, when he himself had no value, when he himself was worthless…
It was hilarious…
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