Izaya didn't want to admit it but it actually kind of hurt to hear that Shizuo hadn't bothered to show up. Granted, he also wasn't remotely surprised. He probably wouldn't have shown up at Shizuo's funeral either. Or maybe he would have. If only to celebrate the passing of the blond more than anything else.
"You don't have to be rude~," he said quietly, "I'm sure that someone could see in me what you never could. Ahh. I'm sure Mikage was there, hn.." he said, the last part more so to himself than it was directly to Shizuo. His head snapped around though and his red eyes slitted furthermore. This time he felt a stab of anger.
"At least people could stand to be around me for an extended amount of time, Shizu-chan. They didn't need to constantly worry about when I was going to crush their throats with my bare hands like some sort of animal. And at least a lot of people needed me. Tch. Who needs you? Your precious little brother certainly doesn't so what's your point to even live for?" he asked, and yes, he did sound cruel and bitter. Only because he felt cruel and bitter towards Shizuo. The more emotionally he spoke, the more transparent Izaya became.
Not that he really realized it himself yet, but his body was slowly physically fading from sight, only his eyes a bright reminder as to his solidity.
"Fine," he said, his own anger flaring up again. Izaya wasn't like this. No one could pull at him like this- except for Shizuo. Single-highhandedly the most frustrating, horrible creature alive. "I hate you," he muttered quietly as Shizuo left the room. The words echoed around the apartment like a reminder of their relationship before Izaya all but faded.
He was barely visible while Shizuo went to his room and he instead wandered hesitantly. So he could at least be in a separate location from Shizuo. That was refreshing. He sighed and went into the nearest wall- which....
Much to his surprise felt almost warm and concealing. Like a bed of sorts. And if he turned around and strained just in the right way- he could see through the wall and into the layout of Shizuo's living area. Maybe being a ghost wasn't going to be the worst thing.
Then he dreaded the worst. What Shinra could possibly say or even Celty. Death had a lot more troubles than it was so far worth.
"You don't have to be rude~," he said quietly, "I'm sure that someone could see in me what you never could. Ahh. I'm sure Mikage was there, hn.." he said, the last part more so to himself than it was directly to Shizuo. His head snapped around though and his red eyes slitted furthermore. This time he felt a stab of anger.
"At least people could stand to be around me for an extended amount of time, Shizu-chan. They didn't need to constantly worry about when I was going to crush their throats with my bare hands like some sort of animal. And at least a lot of people needed me. Tch. Who needs you? Your precious little brother certainly doesn't so what's your point to even live for?" he asked, and yes, he did sound cruel and bitter. Only because he felt cruel and bitter towards Shizuo. The more emotionally he spoke, the more transparent Izaya became.
Not that he really realized it himself yet, but his body was slowly physically fading from sight, only his eyes a bright reminder as to his solidity.
"Fine," he said, his own anger flaring up again. Izaya wasn't like this. No one could pull at him like this- except for Shizuo. Single-highhandedly the most frustrating, horrible creature alive. "I hate you," he muttered quietly as Shizuo left the room. The words echoed around the apartment like a reminder of their relationship before Izaya all but faded.
He was barely visible while Shizuo went to his room and he instead wandered hesitantly. So he could at least be in a separate location from Shizuo. That was refreshing. He sighed and went into the nearest wall- which....
Much to his surprise felt almost warm and concealing. Like a bed of sorts. And if he turned around and strained just in the right way- he could see through the wall and into the layout of Shizuo's living area. Maybe being a ghost wasn't going to be the worst thing.
Then he dreaded the worst. What Shinra could possibly say or even Celty. Death had a lot more troubles than it was so far worth.
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