(Izaya's POV)
My friend Shizuo is very unlike all of the other people I've ever met. But... I feel like... There's something weird about him. The way he acts... Sometimes I fear for my life. Sure, I have never really had a friends but I do know that's they don't usually glare at each other the way he glares at me sometimes.
"Shizuo?" I asked while looking up at him. He glared at me again. He did that; Shizuo glared at me for just saying his name sometimes.
"Yeah?" He replied with a forced smile.
"How long have we known each other?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes like it was a stupid question.
"High school." He replied.
"When did we become friends?" I asked. I could remember in flashes. Some things.... Nothing I could clearly make sense of, but things no less. He looked surprised at my question. He then smirked before returning to his normal expression. I could. Tell there. Was something he wasn't telling me. Something that he didn't want me to know. He didn't answer.
"Well...Shizuo?" I asked to let him know that I knew he didn't respond and I was not letting it go. He glared at me once more. He rubbed the back of his head nervously.
"I don't I know.... A long time...." I knew he was lying. But why? What was it? What is he hiding. I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?" He asked.
"Shizuo---" I began beforehand he pinned me to a wall.
"Shut up! Just shut up! Stop saying that!!!" He yelled at me. I dimmed my eyes to his arm.
"Stop saying what Shizu---" I began before he covered my mouth.
"That. Don't say Shizuo." He told me. What the...? Why doesn't he want me saying his name? What did he want me to say? Can I not refer to my friend by name? He let go of my mouth.
"Why?" I breathed.
"Just... Because." He told me vaguely. That was a great reason.