Voice of whispers can be a spoken language of all culture. Words could be used for communication. But why whisper? Why should you murmur the words under your breaths? There shouldn't be a reason that you should. Why do people, no, why do any humans speak such a way. I wonder, I always wonder. There's too many mystery in this world that always makes me nosy and I constantly love to pry into peoples' businesses. It is, after all, my job as an informant. I must learn to attain knowledge, and enlighten those who want that info.

"Wait, wait! What are you doing?"

I sometimes wonder myself why people want this useless knowledge. For example, as of what is happening now.

"Oh relax old man. I'm just tweaking your software a little. Adding some Trojan virus here, and eliminating some data there. This should put your company down the drain in seconds. Give me a minute here." I said nonchalantly.

"P-please don't! Don't do this to our company!"

You can hear him right? That voice of desperation. It's hysterical to my ears. It's irritating enough to make me want to cut his throat just to silence him.

"You can't!" He cries. "Have you gone mad? Is your view of life that empty? Do you even know what you're doing? You could ruin the whole company you bastard!

Laughter; I hear laughter of someone being pleased. Oh wait, it's me isn't it? His reaction, it's just too perfect. Too amusing, and I just want to cry out in glee. But poise comes first in this kind of situation.

I turn my head just enough to look at him from the window. I was leaning against the side of the glass frame. Cold, clear glass and smooth as I trace my hand against the window. My other hand rests against the mouse control as I click away the data on the digital machine in front of me.

"My views in life are simple, yet people seem to have a complicated expression on your faces. Is it because I have abnormal knowledge than an average human being or is it that humans themselves don't pay attention to what's around them?" I ask smugly with a slight curve of amusement shown on my lips.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

I sigh empathetically while shaking my head and ignoring his last sentence. "You see, I look at the world at a different angle, both horizontal and vertical. But you, you who look straight ahead and never consider the other directions and a very predictable path that I find it quite amusing."

"W-what are you saying?" He stutters.

"You're very slow to keep up with me." I said as I sigh out in disappointment. "But if you want me to put it simply, look here."

I turn the computer screen around so he could see. His expression change from fright to relief when he sees the screen was blank. I chuckle at his reaction, and stood up straight, as I walk up to him. "I'm just messing with you, old man. You should really see yourself panicking, it's really comical."

The man look taken aback.

"I'll give you a word of advice." I said while walking pass him, before standing in front of the door to leave. "If you care enough about your company, don't let someone like me into your business."

The man turns himself and mutters. "Who, who are you?"

"Oh you're asking me?" I ask innocently, while opening the door. "I am known as Izaya Orihara."

(*)(*)(*)

From that old man in comparison to me is a very big gap. Our perspective is very different from one another. I rather seek amusement in life and see everything around me with an open mind rather than being the one who's a victim of the amuser. That's just goes without saying for-

"IZAYA!"

"Shit…" I cussed under my breath, as I turn to face the one who had called me. An irritating, yet amused, smile spread across my lips. "And here I thought I could avoid my one and only Shizu-chan."

"I told you to not call me that you son of a bitc-"

"Now, now, you shouldn't be using that kind of language in public, Shizu-chan." I said, while shaking my head. I then shrug my shoulders and sigh. "Though I don't really give a damn about what people think."

"Didn't I tell you never to show your face in Ikebukuro again?"

I snicker, while looking at the man in front of me. He never changes his appearance. He always wears that slim fitted bartender uniform, and he's always biting down that cigarette of his. Disgusting, but yet, it's tempting for me to do something about that. His hair is in a blond mess, and didn't I break his glasses one time? I guess he got himself a spare.

This man who calls himself Shizuo Heiwajima. He is supposedly my enemy, the one I should be looking out for. It's not like I'm afraid of him or anything. It's just that he's not like any human being, in fact, I don't even consider him a human because of his monstrous strength that could kill anyone in an instant.

"Sorry Shizu-chan." I said, while backing away from him. "Unfortunately, I can't play with you this evening so I'll be taking my leave."

"I don't think so!" He sneers, while he grabs a traffic pole off of the street. "And I told you not to call me that!"

Too quickly he came at me with the sign in his hand, and swings it at me as I duck under him and ran through the streets without a second thought. Of course he has to chase after me. I sigh in amusement, as I pull out one of my switchblade from my sleeves, and threw the blade straight for his face. For a strong man, he's slow in reaction as the blade slice the side of his right cheek.

"Come back here!"

I laugh. "I rather not."

I'm not very lucky today as I ran myself at a dead end, and the only thing blocking my way was this tall fence behind me, and that bartender.

Why do I always put myself in a pinch? I thought while shaking my head.

"Come on now, Shizu-chan." I said, while I put my right hand behind my back and slide another knife in my hand. "Couldn't you let me go this time?"

"Sure." He said breathlessly from chasing after me. "When I smash your head!"

Again, he charges at me, but this time, I was ready for him. Shizuo swings his pole, I duck under again, and I manage to kick the pole to the side as it hit the side wall. During those instant seconds my blade reaches his face and I cut the same side of his check with the previous cut, making a bigger bruise on his face. I didn't notice that he made it easy for me to cut him when he suddenly punches me. His fist connected with my stomach as I choke out breathlessly, and felt the force pushing me back against the fence behind me. I coughed and taste the metallic sting in my mouth.

I let out a small chuckle.

"Now you're going to pay for what you did to my face you bastard." Shizuo huff out as he grabs me by the collar and puts his face close to mine. "Any last words?"

I laugh wholeheartedly. "Yeah, I do."

I had an idea, a devious idea. I beckon him close so I could whisper into his ears. I smirk as I grab the sides of his face in an instant, and slowly trace my tongue along his bleeding cheek and licking his blood clean.

Shizuo froze in shock.

I smile devilishly, as I whisper darkly against his ear. "Your blood tastes delicious."

I didn't give him enough time to react as I kick him away from me, and started to run before he could collect himself.

"See you next time Shizu-chan!"

(*)(*)(*)

I didn't went after him, as I sat there, frozen to the ground. My body won't move, as my mind tries to collect itself from what just happened. It was all to fast, but it felt like time has stopped. I still feel the touch of his fingers against my face. They were cold, and icy as if I was touching death. Then I felt the moist of his tongue gliding along the side of my face. It sends sudden shiver down my spin at the thought. And then his voice. It was hot against my ear as he breathes against them, and tickling them in a disturbing way. It happens too fast, but I remember it all while I sat there against the wall. I stare at the fence in front of me from where I was one minute ago, but now, it just seems like this type of things happens to me and him is all too familiar.

"What the hell just happen?"