/This story is something that came up one day after an angst-filled fanfic. Somewhat based off the song 'Angel with a Shotgun' and to my readers before, I neglected my last story because I had no idea how to continue. Well I hope you like it and I hope you R&R. I do not own Durarara or the characters. Enjoy/

What would you do if the one you love hated you for all you were worth? What would you do if you have protected them from the moment you saw him? What would you do if he was perfect, and corrupt yourself in his place? Izaya allowed himself ten years of misery, only ten, he sworn on it. And now ten years were up. He waited from the rooftop of somewhere in Ikebukuro, carefully chosen for the light of the setting sun. He would wait for the arrival of his wonderful and beautiful beloved beast, as this would be the last time he sees his favourite sight, and his favourite being. He 'loved' humans, but he loves Shizuo more. As soon as he finish what he said, he'll end his life. He couldn't bear living any more. The trauma is still fresh in his mind. He made sure he atoned for every sin he committed for Shizuo, there was one left, his sin with Shizuo.

He growled at the ominous scrunched up letter in his hand. He couldn't help it being pissed off today, it reminded him of the first time he met the annoying flea. He didn't know why, but it was one of those days that everything reminded him of the flea, and it annoyed him as well. He glanced up at the building, knowing he got the right place he made his way up the building and exited to the roof. He was a trail of switchblades and phones and it irritated him even more, as if they were a beacon of the raven he hated. A disgruntled growl escaped his lips as he followed the trail. And there he was sitting on the edge of the building. Izaya. He was tempted to push him off, but he couldn't, he looked, for once, vulnerable and defenseless.

He heard the creak of the door and the leather footsteps that followed. And that familiar growl that send bittersweet pangs throbbing in his chest. He was here. "Izaya" He growled. Izaya stood and took a few steps away from the edge of the building. One side of his jacket almost threw him off balance, the heavy weight of a shotgun. "You're here." He breathed. Shizuo looked at him and continued to growl. Especially when the sun made him almost angelic. "There's something I want you to know… Would you listen?" Izaya said sadly. Shizuo wasn't sure whether to believe him or simply drag him back to ground floor so he could bash him up, he was a pathological liar. "You're mean Shizuo. I'm bearing my soul here and you doubt my sincerity." Izaya looked lost, hurt and dying in Shizuo eyes. He softened a little, wondering what's going on. After all there was no Shizu-chan... "What is it you damned flea?" He twitched in annoyance. "My reason for my cruelty for you. After this, I'll disappear, I promise. Just listen." Izaya sounded like he was begging. Shizuo gave and irritated snarl and sat cross-legged. If it was any bullshit, he'll kill him right now. "Don't waste my time." Izaya gave a sad smile and sat on the ledge, about to begin.