Title: Intuition
Day & Prompt: Day 1 (4/13): First Meeting
Rating: T
Warnings(*please indicate if it's sfw/nsfw): SFW
Side Pairings(if applicable): Shinra/Celty (mention)
Summary: If things were a bit different, and they weren't both the people they were at the moment, maybe it would've have worked out. "I'm convinced I met the love of my life at the wrong time, what a tragedy that is."

Ever since Shizuo was little, he always knew the universe would utterly screw him over somehow. Call it a gut feeling, but there was always a constant nagging that somewhere along the course of his lifetime, something devastating would happen to him.

At first, he had thought it was his strength. When he lifted that refrigerator over his head, he had thought that this was the pivotal moment in which everything would change for the worse.

He wasn't necessarily wrong. His cursed strength broke his body over and over again and a hospital room was what most of his childhood memories consisted of. Fear, doubt, confusion, anger, and grief were only some of the emotions that blossomed from this revelation, that even though he lived in a normal family, and had a normal life thus far, he would no longer be 'normal' from now on. That nothing is 'normal' anymore.

Everyone became afraid of him and before he knew it, he was all alone. Well, almost alone, his family members were never afraid of him and neither was Shinra, his only childhood friend. But that didn't help with the loneliness he was forced to endure.

The constant isolation and name-calling happened every day, words like monster and beast. The thoughts of always being this way and always being alone, that no one will ever love him or ever understand him, made him curse his strength even more.

However, he couldn't have been more wrong if he tried.

As if adding insult to injury, the true moment that the universe utterly fucked him over was when he met Orihara Izaya at the beginning of his high school life.

Staring up at raven-haired male on the second floor of the school building, Shizuo felt a deep sense of foreboding apprehension. The pit of his stomach churned, and he realized with an ominous premonition, when his eyes met the gleaming crimson ones of the boy above him, that this encounter would be the end of him.

That day, after classes ended, in the soccer field behind the building, the blonde's gut feeling once again proved to be right—it has never been wrong ever. The hairs on his back stood up at the clapping that resounded through the field.

With dread, Shizuo slowly turned to meet the same teen he saw earlier that day, the one with the mischievous smirk and carefree attitude. He could vaguely hear Shinra's far from pleasing introduction, but the words were soon lost to his ears as he looked at the raven-haired teen.

The first words out of his mouth were impulsive, said in the moment with adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

"I don't like you."

Or perhaps it was the blonde trying to convince himself that the pounding in his chest was strictly from strenuous physical exertion and not because of the lithe male sitting on the table across from him. Maybe it was said to deter the other from getting close to him, because Shizuo knew he'll end up falling for them and then hurting them. Or maybe it was because he was a coward.

He was a coward. For being scared, because when he looked at the other and heard their voice for the first time, fear, doubt, confusion, anger, and grief clutched his heart in a cold vice grip. If he was to put a reason to it, it would probably be the voice in the back of his head telling him, 'It's not going to work out. It'll never work out. You two are too different. The circumstances aren't right. It's not going to work out. Everything is wrong now.'

'What irony that the only person who'll ever possibly understand you, is a person like that, leering smirk and all.'

In the end, when he threw that punch at the other to try and scare them off, he got slashed, and before he could control it, anger blossomed from every fiber in his being and a chase through the city of Ikebukuro ensued. And the next day from there on out, the raven known as Orihara Izaya always came back.

When confronted on why several months later, the smaller male simply smirked and glowered at the other. With words laced with sweet venom, he said what Shizuo always wanted to hear.

"If you think you could just scare me off like that, then you're terribly wrong. I'm not afraid of you, Shizu-chan. Never have and never will be."

Acting before thinking, it's something the blonde always did. So hearing those words, Shizuo shouldn't be surprised when he abruptly wrapped one of his arms around the small of the other's back, lifted their chin with the other and mash their lips together in the heat of the moment. As Shizuo felt Izaya's soft lips massage against his own, a memory of a conversation he had long ago flitted through his mind.

"My beloved Celty is so perfect! She's so kind and nice and forgiving and everything I've ever wanted! She's beautiful, especially when she makes those cute little embarrassed faces! Celty is so shy when I give her my declarations of love!"

Shinra babbled on and on about how he was going to marry this Celty woman to his one and only friend in elementary school, Heiwajima Shizuo, who was seated across from his desk during lunch period. A brown-haired Shizuo just grunted with an annoyed expression as he continued to eat his boxed lunch that his mother made for him, already used to the bespectacled boy's incessant ramblings.

Suddenly the cheery voice cut off, causing Shizuo to look up at the uncharacteristic quietness the other was displaying currently. Seeing a blank expression on the other boy, he opened his mouth to question what's wrong, but before he could, Shinra redirected his gaze on him, eyes expectant.

"Ne, Shizuo-kun, are you jealous whenever I talk about my dear Celty?"

Mouth agape, he quickly denied the accusation, "Huh? N-No, why would I be?"

"You always look kinda sad or annoyed whenever I talk about her, so that's why. If you're not jealous, then what is it?"

Frowning, with creased eyebrows, Shizuo relented as he sighed tiredly out, "It's not that I'm not jealous, I am maybe…a little bit. But I'm also…! I'm also just so…!" Covering his face with his hands, he groaned in exasperation, unsure of how to explain how he's feeling. How do you begin to tell your friend something like this?

A light bulb blinked on in Shinra's head, realization dawning on him, and a knowing smile graced his face. "Oh, I see what's wrong. Don't worry, Shizuo-kun, you'll find someone in the future! I'm sure of it!"

"But everyone's scared of me…"

"Then the person for you would be someone who's not scared of you."

Perhaps that statement was true, but surely, this relationship, between a man named Heiwajima Shizuo and another named Orihara Izaya, was not going to work out. It was just a gut feeling, one that Shizuo deplored with all his being, for it was always right. 'It's not going to work out, if only the circumstances were different.'

'I'm convinced I met the love of my life at the wrong time, what a tragedy that is, ah.'

I'm going to be posting this in the chronological order that the story goes in, so the Days may be off for the upcoming chapters since I wrote this rather disconnectedly and while following the prompts for the day. They can all be read seperately, but they do form a bigger story if you read them all so that's why... (Basically you can just ignore the Day section, I'm only keeping that there to show when I wrote it OTL)

Sorry for OOC or mistakes, if you see anything, just tell me and I'll change it.