It was a usual day in Ikebukuro, where people were hurrying to their daily errands. They stayed far away from the one street where the fortissimo of Ikebukuro and the informant were chasing each other, with vending machines, streetlamps and trashcans involved.
Normal daily routine. Or so thought Orihara Izaya, the infromant as he run away from the blonde ex-bartender. He climbed to one of the taller buildings and waved to the blond brute, in hopes of losing him between buildings. 'Such protozoan as Shizu-chan would never learn parkour, so at least I'm safe for today.' thought the informant.
He miscalculated however the possibility that Shizuo could have learned at least something from the years of chasing him. So he was unpleasantly surprised when he turned around and saw the blond bodyguard still chasing him with a broken streetlamp in his hand.
The surprise stunned him to this point that he forgot to take energy into jumping, and fell from the building instead of jump to another. The result wasn't obscure, since the construction wasn't so high.
Izaya was lucky and years of experience in parkour taught him how to fall and not get injured, or reduce the injury to the minimum. So he landed almost bruise less in a dark and pretty small alleyway, on the oh-so-soft-but-stinking trash bags.
When he found the balance and his head wasn't spinning so much, he saw that Shizuo managed to land on the roof of the other block. Really, since when the blonde could parkour almost perfectly?
Shizuo noticed him, and proceeded to the exit. He run on the stairs down and got out by the back entrance of the building.
In the alleyways corner he spotted Izaya, sitting on the trash bags. He went to him and took him by his collar.
"So flea, you finally home huh? The trash is where fleas and louses belong anyway. I could have just left you here, but unfortunately here it's too dark for me to see when you struggle for life." with that said, Shizuo took the informant by his collar to the lighter street.
Suddenly, both of them heard a voice, very similar to Shizuos but somewhat calmer.
"Hey. Psyche! Look up while you jump and don't look down!" On the building across from them they saw a Shizuo lookalike in blue and white kimono, smoking his pipe. The block they were under, had as it soon showed up, an Izaya lookalike with white jacket with pink elements and pink headphones. He screamed when he jumped, and the blonde in kimono catches him, like he'd done it everyday – which probably was true.
"Ahh Tsugaru! Thank you for always catching me whenever I think I'll fall." the raven haired boy with pink headphones said, hugging the blonde with the pipe. His voice was very reedy.
"Psyche. It's okay. You know that I'll always be there for you, no matter where you are." Tsugaru said hugging Psyche. His voice was much calmer than Shizuo's, almost seemed unnatural.
When the pair disappeared from their sight, both the informant and the ex-bartender were still stunned, their faces frozen in expression "What the heck just happened".
Both of them, thought that the pair was disgustingly fluffy, but they never admitted it.
Worse was that when Izaya came home, he thought of how it would be to be in Psyches shoes.
Shizuos thoughts wandered somewhere similar to Izayas.