With the eyes of a child

''Daddy, Daddy, look what I did at school'', little boy ran to his father, who was currently sitting on the living room smoking,he looked at the raven haired boy, who was smiling so sweetly at him. He felt anger rise inside of him, those reddish brown happy eyes staring at him, the same eyes his wife has.

''Not now Izaya'', he answered harsly, making small Izaya flinch. It wasn't long before there was rustling on the door, and Izaya forgot about his father and ran to the door. ''Mommyy'', Izaya hugged his mother at very second she entered the house. His mother sighed, she slightly petted his hair.''Izaya, go to your room'', she said gently, making Izaya make a lil smile, before he ran to upstairs. When he reached his room; the shouting started.

''BITCH WHERE WERE YOU AGAIN?! YOU ARE CHEATING ME AREN'T YOU?'', The sound of his fathers shouting reached clearly to his room. It wasn't long before his mother answered him; she was as furious as he was. ''Well, Someone needs to work'', she argued.

''If you had just make the fucking abortion, maybe, just maybe we wouldn't have problems'', at this part, Izaya hid under his blankets, and held his palms against he ear, to cover their arguing, the arguing that never stopped.

At his room, there was paper lying on the floor. The very one he wanted to show his parents.

It was drawing of his family.

Chapter 1: Echo

Raven haired young man was sitting quietly at his office, that was also his 'home'. It wasn't very homey apparment, there was big windows covering one wall, giving the view over the slowly darkening city litting up the lights, big kitchen with many good quality equipments; that he didn't need, he was fan of fast food and restaurants. The living room had one big grey lether sofa, and big tv; He rarely watched tv. The bathroom was also big, it had bathtub, big one. And of course a bed room, that had king sized bed, with fluffy pillows and lot of blankets; it was by far his favorite room. It was some kinda home.

He tapped pen against the wooden table in rythm. It had been rather a dull day, nothing exiting happened, he had just made some paper work, and payed bills. he had even send Namine early home, because there wasn't really anything to do.

Izaya hated lazy days, days that made him just sit around at his apparment. Alone with his thoughs. He sighed rather loudly and got up from the stretched his numb legs, still looking at the view of the city.

'Maybe I should go for a walk', he though to himself. He took his trade mark jacket, and left from his apparment, not even bothering to turn off the lights. When he got outside , he trembled bit; it's was allready september; the winter is clearly coming, you could almost smell the snow in the air. Izaya started walking to random direction, he really liked walking around the darkening city, look at the lights of pennhouses, the sky were you could barely see the stars anymore. It was refressing, walking out, when he didn't have a job to do.

After a time of walking he noticed that he was walking clearly towards to Ikebukuro, where the certain 'beast' lived. He smiled to himself, he also liked the fights he had with him, even it was clear how strongly Shizuo-chan hated him. But it had come part of his everyday life, whenever he ended up at Ikebukuro, Shizuo would be there greeting him with a vending machine. He noticed that he was smiling to himself, and stopped. Izaya Orihara did not smile that way to anyhing or anyone.

Suddenly he crashed to someone, Izaya backed away quickly saying sorry quietly before looking at who he had crashed with. He froze.

It was rather old man, with smallish eye glasses, he smirked when he noticed Izaya's reaction. Izaya tried to say something, anything, but he couldn't that's how shocked he was, only small 'dad?', escaped his lips, but regretted that, after he said it. It made the man smile even more. ''Hello Izaya, still scared of me?''. It made Izaya's blood boil, 'how dare he talk to me, how dare he even look at me', he though anger seeping through his veins. ''Go to hell'', Izaya said rather loudly making few people look at what was happening.

''You are telling me to go to hell? You? The demon child, who even killed his own mother'', his father laughed, Izaya squeezed the hem of his jacket, trying to get some comfort of it, he felt his hands starting to tremble; not from anger, from fear. ''I-it was your fault, not mine'', Izaya said, hating the fact that he had just stuttered, hating the fact that he father had still great power over him. ''I didn't kill her'', he continuet, trying to block the memories that ran wildly inside his head.

''Mom?'', Izaya asked from the darkness, there was pressing silent. He searched for the light witch, and turned the lights on; first thing he saw was his mother hanging from the seiling, dead.

''Can you hear yourself? Grow up Izaya, it was your fault, you made her do it'', His father said, coming closer to Izaya, who naturally backed away from him. He felt his legs trembler under him, making it harder to walk, to do anything. His howl body was on panic mode, wanting to run away, right now. And he did. He turned around and started running, almost falling down few times, pushing people away, running away from the man that ruined his life.

He had ran so long, that he didn't hear people talking anymore, there wasn't much night lights on, he slowed down, only now noticing the dull aching on his legs, he saw a alley few meters away. He slowly walked to there, and collapsed to the cold ground. He breathed heavily, making white steam, he tried to concertate only on that, and few other things. Like how cold the ground actually was, how nicely quiet it was where ever he was, the ache on his feets. But over that all, he still heard voices of his memories. From the old habit, he brought his palms to his ears, to cover the noice.

''You were a horrible accident..''

''Demon child, it's all your fault''

''You killed her, you pushed her to that point, you''

''Shut up, shut up, shut up'', he muttered to himself in mantra, tears threating to drop from his dark reddish brown eyes, but he didn't let them, like he hadn't for many years, he didn't want to people to know how he was hurting,or how they had hurted him. He rather not to cry to keep some of his dignity.

Suddenly footsteps echoed behind him.

Izaya stopped breathing for a moment, he waited in terror for the person to talk, fearing it would be his father. It felt like eternity before the persons spoke, ''Izaya?''. It was very familiar voice, but he had never heard it so soft and gentle, never. The voice had always shouted and snarled at him, the person was Shizuo. Izaya was too shocked to answer, of course it had to be his luck to Shizuo to find him here. Izaya got up from the ground, legs still shaking from the terror from before. He breathed softly out, before he raised his head to see Shizuo standing at the alley with him.

Izaya tried smirking like he always does, but ended up with no smile, Shizuo noticed that, and tried walking closer. Izaya backed away same amount of steps that Shizuo took. It wasn't on purpose, but seeing his father before, had really set his body on the panic mode, he felt shamed for letting such a weakness show front of Shizuo of all people, the great monster, who was never weak, and always so strong.

''Speak up, damn Flea'', Shizuo said rather loudly, making his voice echo in the cold dark alley. Shizuo continued walking closer to Izaya, even when he noticed Izaya backing away as he continued walking towards. He knew somehow there was something off about his enemy, something not right, not like he cared or anything, but he wasn't inhuman int that way, he wouldn't beat beaten.

''G-Go away Shizuo-chan'', Izaya said, cursing the trembler of his voice. HE tried to fix his posture to more powerful one, he even tried searching for his pocket knife from his pocket, but failing; since he had left it at his apparment. Raven haired man quickly glanced at the end of the alley, only finding a dead end. He feverly though for an escape.

''Why are you so scared? Your never scared?'', Shizuo tried to have converstation with Izaya, even though he could still the feeling of anger when ever he saw him, but this wasn't the orginal cheeky Izaya; this was something else. He could see the anger flash at Izaya's eyes as he had asked those questions. ''Shut up Shizuo'', was only come back Izaya could think of, it was like someone had just vaccomeed his brains out, it felt like there was nothing there.

''Oh, wow, you wound me flea, what the fuck is wrong with you?!'', Shizuo shouted the last part, moving quickly towards to Izaya, who backed against the brick wall, he looked liked caged animal. Shizuo could almost smell the fear radiating from the smaller man. ''First time seeing you so pathetic'', Shizuo snarled, he really hadn't ment to, but gods , he have been haiting this guy for so many years, it felt kinda good to have the upper hand for once, but the good feeling dissapiered quickly, as Shizuo looked at Izaya's face. He hadn't noticed before how pale the guy was, or how his eyes were actually glistering in tears.

''Leave me alone'', Izaya wishpered, looking away from Shizaya, he could feel the others warm breath on his face. They had never been so close before, or this far. This wasn't what they do, they fight, and fight ; not this what ever it is what is going on. Never this. Shizuo was taken back by the sound of Izaya wishpering, it sounded so desperate, so...breakable. He slowly backed away, giving Izaya some space, he didn't know why he was listening the flea, but he did. Some how he just knew he should let him go. It wasn't long before , sprinted away quickly, not looking even once back.

Shizuo could only hear the echo of his footsteps.