It never surprise the two, really. 

Shizuo hates Izaya and even though Izaya doesn't show it, the dark haired boy too hates the blonde. Those two hates each other with all their hearts, they would even choose to die if one another ever needs each other helps. 

However, maybe not this time. 

This specific day was different from the other usual days for Izaya. He would have been just wandering around in Ikebukuro... 

If it weren't for some strange people chasing after him. 

Unfortunately for the black haired, he had been shot at the shoulder. The poor male was now running away from the people. They were chasing him, but they weren't fast, which was a good chance for him. 

He turned into an alleyway and stood quietly. The people that were chasing was then seen running pass the alleyway. When the black haired male had lost signs of the people that were chasing him, he let out a shaky sigh of relief as he collapsed onto the cold hard and wet floor. 

He finally let out multiple pants that he had endured while running, wincing a little too at the pain he had received at his left shoulder. He looked at the shoulder that had his right hand covered it before removing his hand a little, causing him to grunt a little. He wasn't use to pain due to the fact that he never gets hurt before. Maybe some times, but those were merely just punches or kicks. This was just a straight on wound. 

Izaya cursed as he saw the red think fluid slowly flowing down from the wound on his left shoulder. He quickly covered it as he tilted his head upwards, leaning against the brick wall. 

He let out shaky breaths as he looked up at the sky, his reddish brown orbs stared into the open sky. 

The black haired man squinted his eyes when he seemed to have saw something falling from the sky. 

Just as he expected, he saw white dots falling from the sky. One by one, they fell ever so slowly yet gracefully. Izaya furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue in annoyance, grunting out, "I hate you." 

It was December after all in Japan, but Izaya wasn't expecting for the snow to come that early. The last day of November was just last night and that day was just the starting of December. They weren't even too far into December yet. 

Izaya kept quiet as snow started to pile up beside him, making him shiver a little. Lucky for him, he always has his jacket on. 

As he rest in the dark alleyway, his blood had also slowly to start drain away from him. Izaya felt tired and weak as the blood left his body. He hissed and tried to get up slowly, leaning against the wall for support. 

The black haired male looked out of the alleyway to see if the course was clear. When it was, he smirked and started to slowly walked out of the alleyway. 

He limped through the pole of snow underneath him as he clutched onto his left shoulder, wincing in pain every now and then. To tell the truth, he didn't really have anywhere to stay in Ikebukuro, which was sort of a dumb thing at the moment. Most people who were hurt would most probably either just lie there in the alleyway until all if their life had been drained off from them or try their best to get to their house so they can put first aid or just go to the nearest hospital or medical centre. 

But, Izaya is not doing any of it. 

As you could see, the black haired male is not what all of us would think. He was actually quite a dangerous person. He was a very sadistic guy, he wouldn't hesitate to finish off a person. 

However, he does have a soft spot towards female, that's why he prefers to torment ignorant bossy females by crushing their phones or anything of the sort. 

If necessary however, he would just finish them off.

But, knowing the consequences that he would receive on doing so, even though he's not a resident in Ikebukuro, he will not try to harm anyone or kill anyone. 

Due to so, he was not able to meet a proper doctor for treatments. 

However, just staying there in the dark and wet alleyway until he does is not really what he wants either way. He dislikes death, he never likes death. No one does, and that was why he would rather endure the pain to receive hopeless help from people than to just stay there to rot. 

As Izaya limped through the piled up snow, his movements has also slowly decreased. He was moving very slowly, due that he had a wound that was still bleeding. The black haired male did not dare to let go of the wound as he was scared that more blood would fall and also to the fact that he feared that the snow might just in fact the wound or something. 

This cause Izaya to growl in annoyance. 

"What a pain..." 

Izaya's movement had slowly became slower and slower... 

Finally, the black haired male couldn't endure any longer and had fallen into the pile of snow. His reddish brown orbs looked at the white snow that was on the ground beneath him and hissed. 

"Damn it!" He cursed a she tried to get up, but to no avail as he fell back down to the ground, earning a groan of agony form him. The black haired male finally sighed in defeat and looked at the floor. His vision started to blur and he smiled slightly in sadness. 

'Is this how death feels like? To be tormented?' The black haired thought to himself as he closed his eyes and took in a shaky breath. 

'That is stupid of you, God.' He thought again as he slowly opened his eyes. The colour in his eye seemed to be fading away as he took in a shaky breath. 

'Is this... Really the end?' He asked himself and looked forward. 

Before darkness consumed him, he saw a pair of black shoes and black pants. 




The male walked through the pile of snow that was gathered on the ground as he smoked, grunting in annoyance at the snow beneath him. 

The male was quite tall and had blonde hair and probably brown eyes, since that he was wearing a pair of purple sunglasses. He was wearing a white buttoned up long sleeved shirt inside a black vest and a black bow tie around the collar. He also was wearing a pair of black pants and a pair of black shoes. 

The blonde rubbed his head in annoyance as he sighed out the smoke, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and looking around. He was not really minding the cold at the moment for some reason. 

Just as he placed the cigarette back into his mouth, he heard someone fell. He arched a brow as he walked towards the sound of the person who fell. 

He wasn't expecting it, so when he saw who it was, he growled in anger. 

There, on the ground, laid no other than who the blonde had anted the most, Izaya Orihara. 

Oh, how much did the blonde hate him that he could just throw another trash bin onto the black haired male just like that time when Izaya came back to Ikebukuro after moving into a new town for a long time. 

However, the blonde tried not to attack and sighed as he walked towards the male. He then kicked the black haired male's body as he commented, "Hey, Izaya, wake up, you dummy!" 

However the male wasn't moving. Unfortunately, the blonde thought otherwise. 

"I'm not playing with ya! I'm not gonna fall for that!" The blonde commented once more to the black haired male. It was true, every time when the black haired saw the blonde, he would trick to blonde so that he would get into trouble. 

However, not this time. 

This caused the the blonde to have some doubt and worried, but also fear and anger. He bent down beside Izaya and shook the black haired male. "Hey! I said get up!" 

When the black haired male had yet to move, the blonde started to panic a little. 

"Izaya?" 

The blonde turned the male's body over, only to see the bloody wound on Izaya's left shoulder. He wodend his eyes and, for some reason, the first thing that came into his mind was to help Izaya. He carried the male onto his back as he exclaimed, "Hey! Izaya?! Hey!" 

When the black haired male wasn't moving, the blonde had no other choice as he dashed towards Shinra's place. 




The black haired male slowly fluttered his eyes open and looked around. He was kind of clueless as to where he was. He slowly sat upwards and winced a little to the sharp pain that was sent straight to his left shoulder. 

Following his instinct, he grabbed his left shoulder only to feel an unfamiliar fabric. He glanced down at his left shoulder to find that his left shoulder was bandaged. 

The black haired furrowed his brows as he tried to recall what had happened the night before. When he did, he let out spa sigh but soon tensed. 

If he was on the street,a already about to die, why was still here? More importantly, where was he? 

He looked around. He was lying on a bed and there was a big window to his right. The white curtains didn't seemed to help to cover the rays of light, since that it was translucent. 

Just then, he heard a knock and turned to the sound of it. He saw a door to his left and a voice asked, "May I come in?" 

The he black haired male paused for a moment before trying to remember the voice of the person. He then  preloaded when he recalled who was it and said, "Come in." 

In came a male with dark hair and glasses, along with a doctor jacket on. The male smiled at the black haired as he said, "I see that you had woken up, Izaya!" 

The black haired male scoffed and stated, "Why am I here at your apartment, Shinra." 

The male smiled and walked to beside where Izaya was sitting on. He stood beside the bed and stated to the black haired patient, "A unexpected person came to me with you on his back." 

Izaya raised a brow at the male as he asked, "Unexpected person?" 

Shinra nodded and the black haired male asked, "Who would that be?" 

Shinra smiled and asked the black haired male, "Would you want to meet him? I'm pretty sure that he would also want to have a small talk with you." 

Izaya thought for mako meant before nodding. Shinra smiled and walked toward the door again. He twisted the knob and exited the room before closing the door behind him. 

Outside stood a blonde male in a bartender suit. He was leaning against the wall and when he saw Shinra exiting the room, he walked towards the male and asked, "How's Izaya's condition?" 

Shinra nodded and and said , "He's good now." 

The blonde sighed and nodded in understanding. Shinra smiled an stated to the blonde, "But, really though. Of all the people to help Izaya when he was hurt, I wasn't really expecting it to be you..." 

"Heiwajima Shizuo." 

The blonde sighed and replied, "Do you prefer me to be a cold heartless monster than a kind man?" 

Shinra laughed and pointed at the door behind him, "Anyway, I wanted to tell you that Ozya  wants to see you." 

Shizuo raised a brow brow and asked, "You sure?" 

The male nodded and replied, "He did asked who was the one who brought him back here." 

"I'm pretty sure you also have some stuff to talk with him, right?" 

Shinra asked as he walked off. 

The blonde looked at the male before sighing. He walked towards the door and twisted the knob, opening the door in the process. The blonde looked over at the place where the bed was placed and had a pissed off look on his face. 

When Izaya heard the door opened, he looked over at the door and smirked mischievously. The blonde clicked his tongue in annoyance before closing the door and walking towards the male. The black haired male was still smirking at the blonde, causing the blonde to growl. 

Izaya raised a brow in amusement and taunted, "Hello, Shizu-chan~" 

Shizuo looked over at Izaya with a passed off expression and stated, "I should have just left you in that bloody pile of snow yesterday!" 

"I wouldn't believe that, you know." Izaya stated, keeping his usual smirk. The blonde hugged and crossed his arms, "Whatever, suit yourself." 

The black haired male looked at Shizuo suspiciously, silence now growing between the two of them. 

Finally, Shozuo broke the silence by asking, "How did you get hurt anyway? It's really quite a shock that you got hurt, you know? You wouldn't be that kind of person who would get wounded that easily." 

Izaya clicked his tongue, still keeping his smirk on as he said, "You don't know, Shizu-Cham. What makes you think a person like me won't get hurt? I'm human, you know? Plus, why must I tell you about how I get hurt?" 

"Because I care." 

For the first time, Izaya actually had his smirk drop when he was around the blonde. He would usually taunt the blonde by smirking at him and others, but not this time. 

"Are you sure?" Izaya asked, insure of what the blonde was thinking. Shizuo, however, merely clicked his tongue in annoyance and told the black haired male,  "Just tell me." 

Izaya thought for a moment, squinting his eyes at the blonde to make sure that he wasn't trying to trick him. How beer, knowing ten blonde too well, he wouldn't lie at all. Not especially if it was Izaya. 

Finally, the black haired gave up and told the blonde everything. Throughout the whole explanation, Shozuo was completely silent, making the black haired to be a little worry. 

When Izaya finished his story, Shizuo smiled at the black haired, earning a surprised look from the Izaya. 

Shizuo chuckled led and said, "Quite a long story." 

Izaya did not say anything as the two of them looked at each other in utter silence. They stayed like that for. Nominate or two before the black haired male furrowed his eye brows at the blonde haired bartender and asking the blonde haired male, "Don't you hate me? Why are you treating me so well all of a sudden?" 

Shizuo looked at Izyaa with a surprised expression. That was really an unexpected question that came out form the black haired male. Especially to the fact that he was saying that Howard's someone like the blonde haired male. It was really quite surprising. 

They stayed silence once more. They stayed quiet for a long time. 

Finally, Shizuo smirked and got up, walking towards the door. Izaya widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Hey! Wait! Answer my question first!" 

The blonde haired male looked at the black haired male and smirked again as he lit a cigarette. He opened the door but before he left the room, he looked at the black haired male and said, 

"Watch your mouth sometimes, Izaya. Hate is a very strong word!" 

After that, Shizuo left the room, leaving a dumbfounded Izaya on the bed. 






-Hate (Shizuo Heiwajima x Izaya Orihara One-Shot, END)