Hello everyone, I have been a huge fan of Shizaya for a while now, and decided to write my own fanfic for it! I'm a some-what experianced author with the Hurt/Comfort genre as well as Horror, so I should do okay at this.

This is a super short Prolouge, mostly because I wanted to see if my writing style for Shizuo was even worth writing a fic in. I wanted to see what responses I would get for my idea, and see if I wanted to even continue it...

Anyways, please enjoy. ^^

Prologue

I never would have seen myself working for anyone other than Tom, but when I was forced into this job, I was unable to decline. Damn city. A couple government men came to 'discuss' with me a 'proposition'. If I work as a shitty victim's counselor for the FBI a month, I will have repaid the debt I owe for destroying most of the city. As if my day couldn't get any worse…

This time Izaya had really done it. I fully blamed him for getting me in the damn position. It was his fault after all, wasn't it? It was his fault for pissing me off till I chased his poor ass across Ikebukuro. Hey wait…was I even qualified for this job! Tsking, I shook my head. I honestly believed that I would kill that damn flea the next time I laid eyes on him. He was the cause of this; he was the cause of everything terrible in this city.

I had to tell myself to calm down, tell myself that my attitude would just send me into a fit and I would have to work even longer to pay it all back. I hated violence…I hated it with a fiery burning passion deep in my soul. Heh, soul…I wonder if that flea even has a soul…? Doubt it… A snap in front of me affected my thoughts, and I blinked as I tilted my head, staring at Tom. "Hey, Shizuo, you okay?" I nodded slowly, "Uh…yeah…I'm fine." "I'll give you that month off then, though it'll be different without having you around."

I sighed, it wasn't like I wanted to do this in the first place. Me? A counselor? Just the thought made me laugh. I couldn't even control my own anger, how the hell was I supposed to help others with theirs? Plus I bet most of them were fucked up in the head, that would make the most sense anyway. That thought forced my mind back to Izaya, yeah, he was fairly messed up.

Taking a step down the street, I lit my cigarette, feeling it slowly calm my nerves. I waved a short goodbye to Tom, and headed off on my way. I started tomorrow…and I could already feel my anger rising. At least I wouldn't have to see the flea. Just the thought made a small smile graze my lips. Heading home had never felt so wonderful, knowing that I wouldn't have to see that stupid grin for a month or so. Who knows, maybe if I tried really hard, they might just let me stay there? The thought of never seeing the flea again made me even more cheery, my anger subsiding into a cool calm.

Yes, this was going to be good for me, no anger, no flea, just simplicity. Too bad for me though, that the unexpected was about to happen.

And this happiness that I felt at that moment, was about to disappear.

There you go, sorry it's so short, once again, I was just wondering if anyone would want me to continue this? ^^