Hey! So, it's been about a year... (more than a year ^^; ) since I wrote this fic, and there was indeed a lot of people who wanted a sequel (and I did tell one that I was writing a sequel... Sorry! )

Well actually, it's also been about a year since I wrote this (the majority of this) and it's been sitting in my hard-drive while I wonder if I should just post it or not because I have a block the size of Wall Maria in my brain for the past year (anyone get that? ^^). But anyways, I came across this fic again just now, block temporarily breached, and decided, what the heck, just write it.

So now we have Hate part 2! XDD ^^;;

Erm... yeah... ^^ Hope you guys like it...? And sorry for the long wait ^^;;;

What was that?

W-what the hell WAS that?

Izaya stalked down the paved road back to his apartment in Shinjuku that very evening with his eyes frozen wide and his head deeply confused. It didn't help that the headache he had due to the whole fiasco was back with an awful vengeance.

The city was bustling with people, the nightlife going strong for his lovely humans, someone was being mugged in a nearby alley, yet with all these things that would've caught his attention and amusement on any other day he barely even batted an eye.

It had been only half-an hour since he fled Shinra's apartment after the entire ordeal, and he hadn't been able to get a single straight thought.

There was only one thing going through his pounding head at that moment.

Just what…

'Liar'

Shizuo kissed him.

Heiwajima Shizuo kissed him.

Heiwajima FUCKING SHIZUO, the guy with the most unfitting name in the world, his rival since they both set eyes on each other, the guy he was supposed to HATE… just… kissed him.

And… he was so happy about it. Elated in fact.

And he absolutely couldn't understand why!

Raising a hand up to stroke at his throbbing temples, he slowly but silently let himself into his spacious apartment. Not even bothering to turn the lights on or take his shoes off at the front door, he just plopped straight down onto the nearest flat, soft surface, which is his living room sofa, groaning as his head hit the throw pillow.

Shizu-chan…

Shizuo…

It wasn't possible.

No. It absolutely isn't possible.

He's spent a majority of his life hiding, denying, rejecting that traitorous feeling.

And yet… here he was. Feeling as if he was floating on cloud nine and absolutely horrified.

His love was reserved solely for his beloved human beings, his information, his existence.

Heiwajima Shizuo was not ANY of those things.

But he can be human. He can, and no matter how much you deny it, he IS.

SHUT UP! He shouts in his mind, forcing back the unwanted thoughts.

Heiwajima Shizuo was not human. Not to him at least. Not in front of Orihara Izaya.

And that hurts you doesn't it? It hurts you so much, but there's nothing you can do about it.

He groans, burying his face in the pillow even further as the unknown voice, sounding suspiciously like his own, rings in his mind.

Is this a side effect of Shinra's drug?

Is it?

He growls, pushing himself up with sufficient effort as he made his way up the stairs to his room. His head felt as if it was being beaten with a sledgehammer. He needed sleep, and he tried far harder this time to make sure he does so.

Hopefully the voice will disappear when he wakes up.

But it seems it simply wouldn't come.

You hated him for the longest time. Or at least, you tried.

Urg!

Yes. He did try.

He tried his very hardest to hide the heartbreak every time those hate-filled golden eyes met his.

He tried his best to push down the bubbly feeling in his stomach whenever the taller man chases him across town, leaving behind absolutely everything as if there was nothing more important than him.

He tried to turn his feelings to something more manageable, more plausible, something he knows the other would reciprocate.

Ah, but he does reciprocate those feelings, doesn't he? Both the cover and the real.

Does he? He thinks, a smirk working its way up his face even as tears of frustration begin to slowly trail down his cheeks. Does he really?

What makes you think otherwise?

He knows. Celty told him. And right now it is tormenting me.

He knows. He knows it would hurt me. He's using it to his advantage.

Ah, but is he really like that? The protozoan? Not everyone is manipulative like you.

That kiss meant nothing. His face read nothing.

He doesn't really…

Red irises widened as he realized he was freely crying.

Love…

He gripped the sheets of his bed tightly, almost stopping the circulation in his hands as the dreaded word crossed his mind.

If he hadn't an ounce more of self-control he would have screamed in frustration. He tried so hard to repress that word. To make sure it meant nothing towards him.

And now, once again it is in his mind.

And it's true. You can no longer deny that feeling. Not when there's a chance he truly does feel the same.

Years of rivalry and attempts to kill each other do not allow it. It isn't possible.

That was nothing. A fluke. A trick. A sick, twisted, painful joke. And Shinra's possibly part of it. I'll have to punish him as well.

Heiwajima Shizuo isn't human around me. He will never…

His eyes fell closed as fatigue finally overtook his senses, his mind muddled and fuzzy once more.

Are you sure?

A loud banging from somewhere downstairs awoke Izaya with a start, groaning as his vision swam, a hand automatically reaching under his pillow for a switch-blade hidden there. He looked around, vaguely noting that he was indeed in his own room, and thought back to why his head was aching like hell…

Aah. Shinra's stupid drug. He groaned again, sitting up as the banging only seemed to get louder. He looked at the clock. My… now which of my lovey humans would want to visit little old me at 5 in the morning? He stood. "Coming!" he called out, skipping all the way from the stairs to the door. He opened it with one fluid motion, a chipper smile on his face waiting to greet whoever it was on the other side…

It fell. "Shizu-chan"

"Yo, Izaya. You look like shit" the blond stated, giving him a once over, a lit cigarette between his lips.

The raven scowled in disgust at the cancer stick, waving the smoke away from his face. "Eh? And what about you? Should you really be walking around with those holes on your back? His hand was shaking as he gripped the doorknob, his thoughts from the night before invading his mind. Why is he here? What does he want? Will he kill me now? Celty told him everything. He knows. He'll use it to his advantage. He knows…

He knows I can't kill him…

"Already better" A movement brought him back to reality, flinching as an insanely strong hand appeared before his eyes; adrenaline kicked in and he whipped out his blade, ready to defend himself and kill if need be...

Hazel eyes looked at him mockingly, a brow raised to signify confusion. The hand moved, and Izaya was finally able to see that it wasn't heading for his neck. A plastic back was clenched within lithe fingers, and it swayed before his eyes.

Izaya breathed slowly, trying to erase the panic from his mind. It's the damn drug's fault. He looked at the bad cautiously. "What is that?"

Shizuo breathed out a sigh, rolling his eyes like it should've been obvious. "Shinra said you'd have a headache all week. Take it" the blond stated, shoving the bad to the raven's chest.

Izaya opened it to check the contents. Medicine, painkillers and a box of Russia sushi-take out... he stared.

He isn't naive enough to rule out the possibility of any of them containing poison, but he supposes that he knows Shizuo enough to trust that he isn't one to use underhanded means. "My, Shizu-chan. That's very nice of you!" he sneered. "Now if that's all, then please leave" he made to shut the door.

A large hand blocked its path, the sound of creaking wood echoing through the silent apartment and Izaya winced at the sudden strain on his wrist. He glared at the blond.

Shizuo only regarded him coolly. "What, not even going to invite me in?" he asked.

Izaya twitched, feeling his temper rise along with the pounding at the back of his head. "And why would I do that?" he spat.

The blond was silent for a moment, and Izaya shifted anxiously. He couldn't see anything; not anger, or resentment or mischief. Shizuo's face was completely unreadable. It made the raven completely uncomfortable; almost vulnerable.

"You like me don't you?" the blond bartender suddenly claimed, and had Izaya been drinking anything, he would've sprayed it all over the floor.

Circumstances given, he merely stood stock still, staring at the blond half-like he had grown another head, and half with a deep sense of dread. "What?" he breathed, eyes wide and hands clasped so tightly he felt the doorknob creak under his palm.

Shizuo tilted his head to one side, taking his cigarette and crushing it under his feet. Izaya didn't even react to the slight burn this caused the floor.

"Haha…"

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Izaya laughed like a madman, doubled over on his doorway and his eyes tearing up. "I…" he began, barely catching his breath. "Like… YOU?!" suddenly the laughter died, almost as if it never happened, and Izaya stood up, glaring daggers into the blond's honey eyes. He grinned. "Oooh, what's this, what's this? Aren't you becoming a little full of yourself, monster?" he spat out, giggles trailing after it.

Shizuo didn't seem to be fazed at all by his apparent insanity. Instead he shook his shoulders, the free hand that wasn't stopping the door reaching into his pocket to withdraw a pack of cigarettes. Izaya sneered. "It's true isn't it? You like me" the blond repeated.

The raven growled. Crimson eyes filled with burning hate. He wanted oh so much to retort, to counter, to deny, to curse that wretched claim to hell…

But he couldn't.

He can't deny it.

For some reason, his lying skills aren't working. He couldn't say anything. And when Shizuo looked him in the eyes again, crimson meeting honey-brown, Izaya's breath hitched.

Human.

Those eyes were human.

The human that Izaya never had the chance to see. Not up close. Not at all.

It shouldn't have even been possible.

He's not human around me. He can't be a human around me. He's a monster. A monster. Filled with nothing but rage. Fuelled only by instincts… By the desire to kill…

But…

He's human.

Heiwajima Shizuo is human.

"It's fine isn't it? I like you too"