What is Family?

My name is Izaya Orihara, it is one you should never forget. I'm going to raise above you, for I am above you. Above you all in actuality. I am currently of age 16 and I attend Raira academy. There are a lot of precious humans at this school, along with a monster. Though I'd prefere you not mention the beast around me. He's nothing.

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Izaya watched the teacher and kept his sweet mask alive, watching as the man before him did the same. Putting it on in an instant, as if trained to do so. He listened to their conversation with zipped lips, and curious rubies. There was so much to learn about this new human on his turf. Maybe he could use him against Shizu-chan, seemed as if it just might work to his advantage after all.

But as he was volunteered against his will, he had to step in. A warm smile apparent, and neatly placed on his sharp features he stepped in, placing a soft but deadly hand on Kasuka’s shoulder. “Now, now it isn’t polite to just volunteer people, without permission is it now, Mr. Hanejima?” He asked, his smile seemed twisted in a way almost undetectable to the untrained eye. His voice was chirpy but bitter-sweet as he looked at the slightly taller male. “It would simply be too much of a secondary stress to the classes I’m already enrolled in. Perhaps someone else would be better. Oh! Perhaps Shizu-chan, you seemed to know him already~” He teased, his normal smirk returning, one that promised arrogance. 

He was ready for this, it was as simple as the seven acts of a play, and he had seen that coming. It helped with listening to Shizuo’s rants about the informant ahead of time, and knowing what kind of man he had turned into. This wasn’t as easy as cake-walk, because nothing ever was that simple, but this advantage to the other helped a ton. “Oh? Lucky for you it’s up for grabs. I think it’d do well for him, after all, he has been seeming to struggle to make friends.” He stated, looking at the other teacher out of the corner of his eye. “I think it’d be a splendid opportunity for him, don’t you, Mrs. Swan?” 

The teacher was startled that he knew her name, but assumed he must have heard it from around, she would have never guessed that presumptuous Kasuka had picked her name up off her charm bracelet that she wore. “I…well perhaps you’ve a point there…maybe you should speak with his mother about it.” He felt his eyes narrow somewhat, Izaya’s mother? He glanced at the boy and shook his head. 

“No that won’t be necessary. I think Mr. Orihara is up for a challenge, besides, aren’t you always up for learning?” He didn’t want to use his mother against him. He knew for a fact that it was the worst way to go about things. He had had that same problem during school when a teacher had enrolled him into acting class in an attempt to get him to open up and show his emotion: which just wasn’t there. It was stupid really. “So what do you say? Still negative?” 

Izaya didn’t flinch when his mother was mentioned, there was not a change in expression or reaction at all. He simply looking back at Kasuka with a different expression, one that bore curiousity but venom.

"No, I simply don’t wish to do such a thing Mr. Hanejima, I believe you have the wrong guy to partake in such tedious, pointless work. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to leave now.” He said with a smile, as he turned on his heel and began to walk away. For now he needed to escape, to get away from them, from that man, from Shizuo, from life. His feet took him to the rooftop just like they usually did. A familiar scene laid out before him, one that was imaginary, dating back only a year. His Freshman year was a fun one, not packed with such extreme stress, one in which he hadn’t had to deal with his mom so bad. She was away most of that year after all. Though now, she transferred. Worked at home, was more stress, which just accumulated into constant beatings. 

A sigh escaped him, as he leaned against the wall, letting his eyes shut but his ears stay open. Enjoying the piece while he could. 

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Izaya’s gaze met the elder man’s and the narrowed further putting up walls, and masks by the dozen. A smile came onto his face once more, a viscious one at that. One threaded and traced with malice. “I wasn’t bullying anyone, simply saying hello.” He said, knowing that was indeed the case. He hadn’t said one foul word to his monster since their meeting that day.

As the question was presented, a curious brow perked and he eyed the ‘teacher’ suspiciously. “I simply do not care for such silly things.” He deadpanned. A light sigh absconding from his lips. Drama was all too perfect for the Orihara, he was the best actor after all. Able to put on a facade daily, play his games, and decipher emotions and characters. He was brilliant, a young prodigy in the making. Though it was simply a path he didn’t want to fall into. Because in theatre he wasn’t the one pulling the strings, just another puppet in a pretty showcase, appearing before an audience of things below him. 

The gears in his head were spinning, this man did seem like the acting type, though he was lacking something, the normal actor like spunk that seemed to radiate off of stars. This man probably was only the high school drama teacher after all. But that seemed false, he would have known if Raira was hiring, or firing any staff, he payed quite a bit of attention after all. He studied those eyes as they studied his own a curious glint following in the red orbs. Who was this man, and where could he have come from? He almost seemed otherworldly. Futuristic, maybe? No that wasn’t right. Or was it? 

Kasuka eyed the other blandly for a moment before half turning to watch the hall, almost as if the man was psychic a teacher came around the corner and her eyes narrowed at the suspicious young man and the Orihara. “Are you a visitor? Have you checked in with the office?” She spat her questions at Kasuka whom went from dead pan to completely friendly in an instant, even though he didn’t feel any of it. The woman was stunned for a brief moment at how quickly his face changed, but it only threw her off for a moment. “Well?” 

The Heiwajima shrugged his shoulders. “I am actually here upon request from the principal. Apparently your drama teacher decided he couldn’t make it, I’m his replacement. Yuuhei Hanejima.” He extended his hand to the woman and she gasped before taking it shakily, unnerved at how easily she fell for such a thing, Kasuka wondered if this was what Izaya did to people. Mind him, the younger version of what he was used to was only a few feet away, watching the whole thing and probably deducting things with ease, but it made no difference. 

When she seemed satisfied Kasuka managed a warm smile. “Ah, I’ll also need a teacher’s assistant for the semester, how about Mr. Orihara?” He pointed to Izaya and in spite of that smirk upon the boy’s face, he felt the seething glare beneath the mask. Yes, Izaya you were going to be jilted in one way or another, Kasuka decided in that moment. He would not allow the boy the future he had in his reality, if he could change that, and make him just a bit more happy. Why not? It would effect the whole future of Ikebukuro. Probably for the better. 

Izaya watched the teacher and kept his sweet mask alive, watching as the man before him did the same. Putting it on in an instant, as if trained to do so. He listened to their conversation with zipped lips, and curious rubies. There was so much to learn about this new human on his turf. Maybe he could use him against Shizu-chan, seemed as if it just might work to his advantage after all.

But as he was volunteered against his will, he had to step in. A warm smile apparent, and neatly placed on his sharp features he stepped in, placing a soft but deadly hand on Kasuka’s shoulder. “Now, now it isn’t polite to just volunteer people, without permission is it now, Mr. Hanejima?” He asked, his smile seemed twisted in a way almost undetectable to the untrained eye. His voice was chirpy but bitter-sweet as he looked at the slightly taller male. “It would simply be too much of a secondary stress to the classes I’m already enrolled in. Perhaps someone else would be better. Oh! Perhaps Shizu-chan, you seemed to know him already~” He teased, his normal smirk returning, one that promised arrogance. 

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Izaya watched with a smile as the anger, and rage erupted in the blonde. The only regular, and familiar thing about his life now a days. But that all changed in a matter of seconds. His eyes widened as that blinding fury slowly drained, setting something strange off in the raven.

‘HOW DARE HE! HOW DARE THIS PERSON MAKE MY MONSTER CALM.’

Izaya’s generally sweet gaze turned to bitter jealousy in a matter of seconds. A glare that was suited for someone that deserved nothing greater than the seventh level of Hell replaced it. The glare only seemed to grow with further wrath, as the blonde turned and walked away. That was when Izaya’s eyes narrowed and his smile completely disappeared as he now regarded this seemingly hypnotizing man before him.

The teen took to favor every vintage accessory, everything he wore looked like it was of the highest dollar. The soon to be informant could tell, because his mom was a fasion designer, a rich one at that. Izaya wasn’t lacking in money, not at all, and it was the only good thing to come from his family. Besides him of course. 

“What do you think you’re doing, ruining my games?” Izaya practically growled, not bothering with his own introduction, despite his usual manners. Right now all that mattered was that his favorite toy just walked away from him without a fight. He wouldn’t admit it, but it hurt, and it hurt BAD

The teen felt that hole once again start to spread, a strange feeling of abandonment washing over him with each fading footstep of the younger Heiwajima. Only for half a moment his eyes strayed from Kasuka’s face, to follow Shizuo’s back. A longing gaze at that. Shizuo Heiwajima was someone he claimed to be his since before they even met in person. Little did he know how much that was slowly changing. 

Watching the carmine orbs glance to the figure of his retreating brother, he ignored the question for the first few moments, hazel lifeless eyes staring back at the angered boy before he closed them for a brief moment. ‘He’s leaving me behind’ Izaya’s heart screamed after Shizuo, that was such a pitiful thing really, he could hear it as if it were whispers in his ears. Fire in his lungs. He wanted to actually reassure him that no one was going to leave him behind if he would just stop his foolish toying with others, but he kept it quiet. The other had not spoken that aloud, it would immediately lay siege to there being something wrong with Kasuka. He could just mutter the same lies to Izaya that he had Shizuo, and at this point…there would be no going back. 

He knew that was going to have to stick with this act. A soft sigh escaped his lips but it was so silent that no one would have been able to hear it, even if they had had wolves’ hearing. “—Bullying…will not be tolerated, Mr. Orihara.” Hazelnut eyes cut into carmine ones, and he stepped closer to the other without fear; without much of anything. The Heiwajima bent down so that he was closer to the other’s face. “Do you need to talk to someone?” He questioned politely, keeping his hands in his pockets and tilting his head slowly to the side, his bangs sliding from those deep chocolate eyes. 

Knowing already that he must have suffered some great tragedies in his life, there was no question that he indeed needed that someone to be able to talk to, but he wouldn’t take the opportunity like a smart kid. He’d always deny needing any sort of help. This could work to Kasuka’s advantage. He already knew how to turn this in his favor. So instead he would be sure to work this the best way he knew how. Being an actor, he would have to put on quite the amazing show to fool an entire school district. ‘I’m going to have to do something illegal’ he thought before standing up straight. “—…How do you feel about drama classes?” 

Izaya’s gaze met the elder man’s and the narrowed further putting up walls, and masks by the dozen. A smile came onto his face once more, a viscious one at that. One threaded and traced with malice. “I wasn’t bullying anyone, simply saying hello.” He said, knowing that was indeed the case. He hadn’t said one foul word to his monster since their meeting that day.

As the question was presented, a curious brow perked and he eyed the ‘teacher’ suspiciously. “I simply do not care for such silly things.” He deadpanned. A light sigh absconding from his lips. Drama was all too perfect for the Orihara, he was the best actor after all. Able to put on a facade daily, play his games, and decipher emotions and characters. He was brilliant, a young prodigy in the making. Though it was simply a path he didn’t want to fall into. Because in theatre he wasn’t the one pulling the strings, just another puppet in a pretty showcase, appearing before an audience of things below him. 

The gears in his head were spinning, this man did seem like the acting type, though he was lacking something, the normal actor like spunk that seemed to radiate off of stars. This man probably was only the high school drama teacher after all. But that seemed false, he would have known if Raira was hiring, or firing any staff, he payed quite a bit of attention after all. He studied those eyes as they studied his own a curious glint following in the red orbs. Who was this man, and where could he have come from? He almost seemed otherworldly. Futuristic, maybe? No that wasn’t right. Or was it? 

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The teen could hear everything from the hallway outside, he’d removed himself from the window seat, and proceeded to stand against the door. Eavesdropping and hearing that strangely familiar but unfamiliar voice. Hearing the blonde become calm, it was simply extraordinary, and the curious teen had to see just who had done it. Knowing the moment that he removed himself from behind the door, a time bomb would go off. But hey, since when did Izaya Orihara care? 

Opening the door at a regular pace the raven stepped out, slipping on that bitter, playful mask he always wore around Shizuo, staring at him with sharp rubies. Waiting for his battle cry to erupt from the beast. “Hey Shizu-chan~ Who’s your ‘friend.’ ” The raven teased, his signature smirk painting his lips, as he looked over the two of them, preparing for anything to be aimed at him. In the battle he knew was soon to commence. 

Indeed the second Izaya removed himself from the classroom and directly into their path, that is exactly what happened. Kasuka blinked when he heard Shizuo snarl out a very deadly “YOU!” but caught his wrist before he could advance on the other young man, surprising the future bodyguard, whom looked back at him with a pleading and angry expression. 

“—…Don’t.” The words were commanding but gentle, much like how Tom would handle him in the future. Immediately the tone worked it’s magic along with the strangely comforting presence of the other individual who turned to stare down the raven whom was smirking. “…Yuuhei Hanejima.” He introduced himself staring blankly at him, a mask meeting another mask. A monster meeting another monster. The Heiwajima family made up of a set of them. “And you are?” He questioned quietly, his hands shoved back into his pockets again. 

Feeling Shizuo’s eyes piercing his back, the brunette turned his head and offered him a smile (or rather what he thought to be a smile) and beckoned him to leave. “Go and get yourself some lunch.” It was barely above a murmur. Though he hesitated, Shizuo listened, turning his back and letting out a grumble, something that sounded like ‘stupid bastard’. 

Izaya watched with a smile as the anger, and rage erupted in the blonde. The only regular, and familiar thing about his life now a days. But that all changed in a matter of seconds. His eyes widened as that blinding fury slowly drained, setting something strange off in the raven.

'HOW DARE HE! HOW DARE THIS PERSON MAKE MY MONSTER CALM.'

Izaya’s generally sweet gaze turned to bitter jealousy in a matter of seconds. A glare that was suited for someone that deserved nothing greater than the seventh level of Hell replaced it. The glare only seemed to grow with further wrath, as the blonde turned and walked away. That was when Izaya’s eyes narrowed and his smile completely disappeared as he now regarded this seemingly hypnotizing man before him.

The teen took to favor every vintage accessory, everything he wore looked like it was of the highest dollar. The soon to be informant could tell, because his mom was a fasion designer, a rich one at that. Izaya wasn’t lacking in money, not at all, and it was the only good thing to come from his family. Besides him of course. 

"What do you think you’re doing, ruining my games?" Izaya practically growled, not bothering with his own introduction, despite his usual manners. Right now all that mattered was that his favorite toy just walked away from him without a fight. He wouldn’t admit it, but it hurt, and it hurt BAD

The teen felt that hole once again start to spread, a strange feeling of abandonment washing over him with each fading footstep of the younger Heiwajima. Only for half a moment his eyes strayed from Kasuka’s face, to follow Shizuo’s back. A longing gaze at that. Shizuo Heiwajima was someone he claimed to be his since before they even met in person. Little did he know how much that was slowly changing. 


Yey! Shizu-chan visited me in the hospital, after breaking my ribs.~

Yey! Shizu-chan visited me in the hospital, after breaking my ribs.~

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Izaya’s eyes weren’t shut long as they gazed upon what seemed to be a vaguely familiar face, and expression. He watched the attractive man as he did what ever he set off to. Though there was something off. Something didn’t belong. 

His gaze found Shizuo playing out as well, a soft sigh escaping once more as he felt that familiar sensation his chest. The feeling of a hole widening, that hole that threatened to thin his edges so he’d eventually just crumble to pieces, pieces that promised insanity and hell. 

At times like these, when he was alone he would let those porcelin masks slip, his expression falter to prove how he truly felt. The raven sat near the top floor, the temptation to jump never seeming more inviting. Though he would never do that. Never stoop to the levels of the humans that disgusted him. 

You see, Izaya deemed himself better than humanity, though it was more complicated than that. Being their were exceptions, and reasons. Shizuo Heiwajima was one of those exceptions. Despite his foul words Izaya put Shizuo on the top of the food chain, because it was his rightful thrown. Those small racing thoughts enveloped him once more as minutes dwindled. 

The vast hallways were nearly empty, there being the sound of distant murmurs from classrooms that were occupied by strangers, and the steady rhythm of his designer boots making their trek down the long and winding emptiness that was the academy. He wasn’t sure what to make of it to be honest, flipping his phone open he typed in a number, bringing it up to his ear and sighing lightly when a voice picked up it was the operator: The number you have dialed does not appear to be in service. Please check the number or try again later. 

So he couldn’t call Ruri. He couldn’t tell someone to feed his cat, he could only hope that Ruri would stop by and notice his absence and take his cat to his brother or something, anything. More ‘upset’ about the cat than his own trapped predicament, Kasuka stopped as he heard a familiar voice shouting at a couple of students, turning with a blank face to notice none other than his older—in this case younger—brother. Something had set Shizuo off again. 

The girls had backed off and were looking terribly frightened but the guy there was ready to take a swing, that would prove to be a fatal mistake, he pocketed the phone and made his way over, standing in between them just as Shizuo was about to lose it. The blonde managed to stop his swing and glared at him. “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU —-” He was silenced by a simple glance, and Kasuka could sense the inner thoughts of confusion around his heart. 

“Leave Heiwajima-san, alone.” Kasuka stated firmly, his hands were in his pockets and his gaze was always as dull as it ever was. “—…go pick a fight elsewhere.” He advised before taking one hand out of his pocket and wrapping an arm around his brother, steering the confused student away from what would have been a nasty fight. “—..Fighting is bad, Shizuo.” Kasuka stated blandly earning a grumble in response before he asked the one thing he had been waiting for.

“Who the hell are you anyway?” 

“My name is Yuuhei Hanejima. I’m a new teacher at this school.” Good enough lie for now. Already though, the star was thinking of ways to get this to come about as a truth, he needed to do something until he could figure things out after all. 

The teen could hear everything from the hallway outside, he’d removed himself from the window seat, and proceeded to stand against the door. Eavesdropping and hearing that strangely familiar but unfamiliar voice. Hearing the blonde become calm, it was simply extraordinary, and the curious teen had to see just who had done it. Knowing the moment that he removed himself from behind the door, a time bomb would go off. But hey, since when did Izaya Orihara care? 

Opening the door at a regular pace the raven stepped out, slipping on that bitter, playful mask he always wore around Shizuo, staring at him with sharp rubies. Waiting for his battle cry to erupt from the beast. “Hey Shizu-chan~ Who’s your ‘friend.’ ” The raven teased, his signature smirk painting his lips, as he looked over the two of them, preparing for anything to be aimed at him. In the battle he knew was soon to commence. 


“It’s absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.”  

“It’s absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.”  

(Source: craggycoast)

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Waking up is easy 

when you have something you need

something to accomplish 

something to exceed.

But when your hopes brittle,

and your dreams turn into stone.

You reach into the galaxies 

of something very unknown.

Searching for that purpose

that you may think will never come.

Because you know youll always remember

The one who holds that gun.

Young carmine eyes stared through the thick glass, peering into the courtyard as soft rosy petals descended from branches. A soft sigh passing his similar coloured lips as he aloud those tired eyes to fall closed. He sat alone in the classroom he dwelled in, everyone else had either gone to their next class or to lunch. 

The young raven though decided to daydream, much like he had lately. The ties of reality were pulling at him like a puppeteer would a puppet, and for the first time in a while he was the puppet. Being controlled by the strangle of fate’s hands, cruely sucking the life out of him. His chirpy mood had significantly dwindled in the last months, his natural smile fell, and was replaced by a series of masks.  

His mother was his main source of misery, being her abusive tendencies. His back, and shoulders were littered with scrapes, and bruises, his arms covered in burns and self abuse. Izaya Orihara, despite being a cheerful looking teen had a lot to hide behind those layers of clothing that he wore on his back.

The mannequin strolled into the school yard, lacking anything of what others would call arrogance or meekness, his eyes scanning each and every face with a great perception that it was almost inhuman. Soon he caught the attention of several females, all of them whispering about the ‘hot guy’ that had suddenly made an appearance, but he was completely oblivious to such flattery as he quickly came to the conclusion that he was indeed not in the right time period. “—-…Niisan.” He mumbled, his arm coming up but it was merely to catch a ball tossed at his head. 

“Pffft!! Stupid asshole hand—-” WHAM! The baseball made contact with the others nose and nearly broke it, the only evidence that the younger Heiwajima male had thrown it at all being the fact he was the only one not gasping in the school yard. He strolled inside and quickly put on a facade for the world to see. Suddenly he was an upbeat and quirky young man and his voice became immensely attractive. 

“Excuse me miss but can I have today’s date?” He questioned beaming at her all the while. When she informed him of the date, he lost his character and pushed away from the counter, almost eerily as he returned to the same docile and lifeless mannequin he’d once been before. So he was not in his own time period. He thought so.

Izaya’s eyes weren’t shut long as they gazed upon what seemed to be a vaguely familiar face, and expression. He watched the attractive man as he did what ever he set off to. Though there was something off. Something didn’t belong. 

His gaze found Shizuo playing out as well, a soft sigh escaping once more as he felt that familiar sensation his chest. The feeling of a hole widening, that hole that threatened to thin his edges so he’d eventually just crumble to pieces, pieces that promised insanity and hell. 

At times like these, when he was alone he would let those porcelin masks slip, his expression falter to prove how he truly felt. The raven sat near the top floor, the temptation to jump never seeming more inviting. Though he would never do that. Never stoop to the levels of the humans that disgusted him. 

You see, Izaya deemed himself better than humanity, though it was more complicated than that. Being their were exceptions, and reasons. Shizuo Heiwajima was one of those exceptions. Despite his foul words Izaya put Shizuo on the top of the food chain, because it was his rightful thrown. Those small racing thoughts enveloped him once more as minutes dwindled. 

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We heard the tale since we were young,
Heard the songs that have been sung, 
About an evil spell.

Someone beautiful is cursed
We feel sad through every verse
Til a kiss and all is well

The message that no one can teach
Is clearer to someone like me

There is no curse or evil spell
That’s worse than one we give ourselves
There is no sorceror as cruel,
As the proud and angry fool.

And yet, we cry life isn’t fair
Beneath our cries the truth is there

A power that will break the spell
We should know very well
Is locked within ourselves

Yet we’d rather blame,
And curse our faith and change
We run from everyone to hide from the pain
And all the shame

The story long we knew it well
About a wretched evil spell
A power that will break this curse
Oh I know all too well
Is locked within myself

There was a flash of amber light in the distance as Kasuka made his way back to his trailor. He probably should have turned away at that, but of course being the ever curious person that he is, he had to settle for going to check it out instead. Usually he embraced the old saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’ but in the case of something supernatural, he had to go see for himself. It was a slightly moody day, he couldn’t stay away from the edge as he came upon the hill, looking down upon a strange sight. It was then that a rough shove came from behind, he couldn’t even gasp in surprise, before he was tumbling down the hill bruising his side and wincing as he brought himself to stand, he would ignore this pain for the time being. 

There was a strange arch in the distance, and as he stumbled along and finally made his way over, he felt the pulsating power: the excitement…there was someone there. He felt their emotions ripple through him, making him want to laugh with the excitement that wasn’t his own. It wasn’t a foreign emotion but it was intruding upon him as always. For a moment he did nothing else. Then the archway exploded and the circling silver rings came crashing down over him. He waited for the pain that he knew was coming, but nothing happened. When he opened his eyes, hazel eyes winced as night had suddenly become day. 

Where was he? He noticed that it was indeed still Ikebukuro. Yet he didn’t recognize any of the faces that were around, at least not at first. Someone bumped his shoulder and a gruff ‘watch where you’re going’ made him realize that it was a kid that used to go to school with his brother. How strange…wait——

“—..What?” He must have sounded pretty stupid because the kid turned and glared at the twenty year old before he rushed back towards an academy building. Kasuka’s eyes showed nothing of his confusion, but he quietly followed after him no less. 

Waking up is easy 

when you have something you need

something to accomplish 

something to exceed.

But when your hopes brittle,

and your dreams turn into stone.

You reach into the galaxies 

of something very unknown.

Searching for that purpose

that you may think will never come.

Because you know youll always remember

The one who holds that gun.

Young carmine eyes stared through the thick glass, peering into the courtyard as soft rosy petals descended from branches. A soft sigh passing his similar coloured lips as he aloud those tired eyes to fall closed. He sat alone in the classroom he dwelled in, everyone else had either gone to their next class or to lunch. 

The young raven though decided to daydream, much like he had lately. The ties of reality were pulling at him like a puppeteer would a puppet, and for the first time in a while he was the puppet. Being controlled by the strangle of fate’s hands, cruely sucking the life out of him. His chirpy mood had significantly dwindled in the last months, his natural smile fell, and was replaced by a series of masks.  

His mother was his main source of misery, being her abusive tendencies. His back, and shoulders were littered with scrapes, and bruises, his arms covered in burns and self abuse. Izaya Orihara, despite being a cheerful looking teen had a lot to hide behind those layers of clothing that he wore on his back.

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“Maybe I should ask your friends the same things, but replace the word freak with bitch, it seems much more fitting don’t you think?” Izaya said holding, a most cheerful smile on his face. Arms crossed, and a piercing look with those red eyes that most feared. They were a warning sign, a stop light. The colours of sirens that foretold of tragedy and danger, and that was perfect. Those words described the teenager perfectly. 

A smirk was painted on his lips as he waited for the girl’s reaction to his commentary, ready to take a mental picture of her expression, as she became upset in some way, shape or form. Most did after all.l 

Stesha just stared at him, the blonde was all too used to being called ‘bitch’ so it didn’t phase her that much, instead she just tossed her curly head. “Pft, if you wanna get involved with the contaminated loser be my guest, I hope you make his life a hell.” She knocked Gimi’s journal off on her way out, just earning a sigh out of the lavender haired. 

Pushing himself up and out of his desk, the pale male leaned down and retrieved his journal, holding it to his chest and watching the girls leave. Her friends laughing at what was really a petty thing to do. He didn’t say anything just shook his head and smoothed out the cover of his notebook. They didn’t bother him as much as they thought they did. 

Izaya watched, and rolled his eyes. “The only contaminated one is you.” He said blantly. Not under his breathe like most would do. Izaya Orihara wasn’t afraid of anything after all. He brushed dark bangs out of his eyes, and let a half smile onto his face. More of a smirk, one that was often on this boy’s lips. 

"Why is she mean to you?" He inquired, raising a curious brow. He wondered if there was a story behind it, being he didn’t know either of the characters very well.