Father To Son
sapiosexualinformant:
âYouâre not soft headed, you know exactly how I feel about that monster.â Izaya scoffed. Yet, in some corner of his mind, there was a voice that quietly reminded him that Shizuo was a friend. Bah. What a joke that facade was. So cumbersome to keep up with in this big city.
Reaching out, he put his arm around A-yaâs shoulder to speak almost conspiratorially with him. âDo you know the difference between the things man and beast leave behind? Man leaves a name, only, but the beast leaves a glorious pelt that lives on far beyond the lifespan of the hunter. What I want of you, dear boy, is to make our monster a hero. Endear people to him, make the wicked fear and respect him. This is the greatest challenge for you.â
That response actually managed to make him laugh. Congratulations, Izaya.
âRequesting something like that, but you still want to convince me that you donât care about him?â His expression turned contemplative, and he placed a hand to his chin in thought. This was a weird request for him of all people, wasnât it? True enough, he spread rumors for a hobby, but this was outside of his usual practices. âThat sounds interesting though, so Iâll try it. Hmm, I wonder how different it is to spread that kind of rumor... People usually fixate on whatâs depressing or scary, but with someone like him, something heroic might be more shocking.â











