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Drabble - Slight Izaya/Namie

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Certainty
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You're never really quite sure why you put up with him.

He's vile and cruel, twisted and annoying. You never know what thoughts flow through his twisted head. That laugh holds several tastes and flavours and you're quite sure it's impossible to count them all. It is humorous one moment, bitter the next.

Normal people avoid the freaks. But you are the furthest thing from normal, maybe that's why you come back. You study the abnormal - find them to be fascinating, distinctive, idiosyncratic. He would be the perfect test subject.

Desperation seeps through your pale skin. You want to chop this man up, see (try to understand) how he works, what makes him tick, react, work. He's far too complex for even your brilliant mind to comprehend. And you hate it.

It drives you crazy, close to insane (because you know better than any other pathetic human what insanity truly is). That thought reminds you of your brother (you hate that too), a touchy subject you try to avoid as of late.

He looks at you and you want to stab those piercing eyes, gorge them out of their sockets. That way he may stop pressuring you, making you feel like a small, stupid little girl again. That's the last thing you want or need.

You try to convince yourself that you hate him. You hate him so much it becomes difficult to breathe, hard to think straight. You can feel your hands twitching - aching - to slap that stupid smirk off of that annoying, haunting face. But you don't. And he laughs at you, smiles at you, enjoying the inner turmoil and conflicting thoughts that invade your brain. You want this entity dead, and you want it dead now.

You're not quite sure why, but even as you storm out of his office like a teenager throwing a tantrum, trying your best to block out the ringing of his stupid laugh, you know you'll be back the next day.