Monsters are portrayed as disgusting creatures who live to terrorize others. Monsters exist, they do. Just different kinds. Not all want to terrorize others, some just want to live their lives like humans. Now, human is a word. Just a word, often used as an adjective. A word that has no definition; an insult to the average person. The average person described as someone also just trying to live their life. But the question is, can a monster live as an average person?
Asked the young, beautiful woman named Kanra Orihara. After earlier in the day trolling the internet suicide forums, she had left in the later afternoon to prowl the city streets of Ikebukuro. She had been too composed in a text message to notice her most loyal … customer Shizuo Heiwajima on the other side of the street.
He stood there, staring at the Orihara, noting her skimpy outfit of choice: A pair of black shorts that clung tightly to her ass, like skin, he thought. She accompanied the shorts with a pair of ankle-loose boots, and an equally loose tank top in an equally dark shade. Her usual black fur-lined jacket hung on her arms; the jacket, of course, was two sizes too big for her, and hung off her left shoulder, the sleeves pooling up at her wrists as she clung to her touch-screen phone. She stuck her tongue out, playing with her upper lip as she pressed the buttons repeatedly.
"Oooooorrrriiihara!" Shizuo snapped, just looking at the girl as she walked made him sick. He huffed, his cheeks heating up to a scarlet red, narrowing his eyes dangerously.
Kanra jumped, caught off guard by the ex-bartender. She was too composed in the text from one of her very reliable information sources to even think about looking for the ever illusive Heiwajima child.
She threw her hands, and her phone, into the pockets of her black fur-rimmed coat, bobbing energetically on her heels. Shizuo stalked, and stomped angrily across the street, not pausing a second to rip a stop sign right out of the cement to arm himself.
"I thought I told you I never wanted to see your face in Ikebukuro ever again!"
The female let out a loud shrill chuckle, her eyes widening as she flipped her long, choppy raven hair behind her shoulder.
"Well, here I am. What'cha gonna do about it~?" she teased, her fingers playing with the handle of the curved knife in her right pocket.
Shizuo unnoticeably winced at the chuckle. It mocked him accordingly. God, he hated this woman, and she reminded him of it every minute she possibly could. She took advantage of it.
"I'll push you out, if I have to." And with that threat, the blond curled his fingers around the iron pole of the street-sign in his clutches, the perfect indents in the metal created by the simple grip of the male.
As if it wasn't even possible, of which it was in the world of Kanra and Shizuo, her eyes widened even further. She jumped back about a foot, with the same half-witty smirk on her curled rose-colored lips. She let out another shrieking laugh, and bent over a little further.
"Do we have to repeat this routine every day, Shizzy-chan~?" She puckered her lips, and chuckled once again.
"'Til one of us dies, flea."
People were already beginning to clear the streets, in fear of the destruction that was to come.
His cheeks slightly reddened at the luscious lips that belonged to this insatiable woman puckered, whether it be to him or at him, letting out a large huff of air as he swung the street-sign at her like a bat to a ball.
Automatically, she jumped back even further, turning away.
"I have better things to do than die~" She giggled girlishly and waved her hand as she walked away, brushing the violent screams, and grunts that were aimed at her, off like a chip of ice.
"Like ruin lives! You must get your sick kicks out of that, eh, flea?" he grunted, missing her by several feet, though he did expect it to happen. The bitch is quick. As he missed, he fell forward, quickly catching himself before falling, the street sign flew out of his hands, and hit a small, yellow car on the corner.
Thankfully parked and unoccupied, the entire exposed left side, and hood caved in with impact and released a billowy cloud of steam that seemed to fill the battle-field of the entire street in seconds.
Kanra jumped, and snapped back when she heard the loud collision, turning to see nothing but steam cloud her vision. Her smirk was suddenly wiped away as she heard the tall, blond 24-year-old male growl from the inner-mists
"Get back here!"
I'm done for. She told herself, if all it took was a large cloud of smoke to catch me, why didn't he do that years ago?
Oh, well. She braced the folded knife in her hand, the curved blade snapping out from within the handle with a loud click, and held it away form her body, he arm straight forward. A small smile replaced the fear on her face, as she awaited the attack from the Monster-man.
Shizuo briskly jogged straight forward through the steam, his bartender-uniform now sticking to his body with sweat as the smell of hot-wet machinery permeated the air.
The same result came from the steam, for the female; her shorts clung even tighter to her skin, her hair sticking her face as beads of sweat rolled down her chin.
"A-ha!" she squealed when she saw him, bracing the knife in her fist.
She never really fought back, ever, but she liked to appear so.
She took a step to the side, so the ex-bartender missed her by a fraction of an inch, for the fist he was about to throw at her face.
As he fell forward, his knee collided with the left side of her head, his knuckles (And face) crashing into the brick wall behind them.
As she hit the ground with a loud THUD, the knife in her hand went flying.
Kanra groaned, the smoke beginning to clear as she took her hand to her hair, pulling it back from her face so she could see the ex-bartender, and her favorite blade fall to the ground.
Shizuo let out a series of angry and painful groans, cradling his bloody knuckles in his opposite hand as he sat with his back against the brick wall, and entrance to a greasy alley way.
"Fuck…" She hissed through his teeth, watching the blood drip between his fingers. Quickly, he saw her reach for the knife that sat near his leg; immediately, he kicked it, the blade flying further back into the alleyway.
"Oh, sorry, did you need that?" Shizuo taunted, a half-witted smile of self-satisfaction on his face.
She resided on her knees, her hands reaching for the knife that was no longer there. She grunted in anger, glaring up at him. The steam was beginning to clear, revealing the orange mid-evening sky, though her vision was still foggy, she could still see the bloody fist Shizuo cradled. A small sense of self-satisfaction shown just as plain on her face as his, despite the small trickle of blood that fell from her nose. She arose to her leather boot-covered foot and treaded toward the man.
"Injured, is the big-bad monster?" she asked, wrapping her arms behind her back, the blood from her nose trickling down her lips which were curved up in a smile.
The corners of his lips twitched upward, noticing the complete mess he made of the female inadvertently. He noticed her raven hair clinging to her skin profusely, her pale skin reddened and the choice clothing tightening around her form, accentuating her waist. The male found himself eyeing her, against his will, really… he couldn't ignore the luscious woman before him.
"You're not looking any better, flea…" he gulped, swallowing the feeling he had for the woman's body.
Shizuo stood up, watching Kanra drop her stance, and wipe her nose and lips with the back of her hand. He swiftly dropped every feeling he had for the woman, and grabbed her wrist in his fist, holding it up close to her head and dragging her back toward the alley.
"You're a monster!" Kanra shrieked, glaring up at the man who held her wrist. As expected, his harsh grip tightened, threatening to snap the delicate bone underneath his grip if she dared to fight against him.
"You're not fucking getting away, flea. Why do you think you can get away with everything?" He barked, blonde eyebrows narrowing down, body tense and stiff.
Despite the pain in her wrist, she believed she could smile her way out of the situation. Instead of believing she was going to die, she smirked her little Kanra smirk and let her mouth run.
"Well, Shizuo-chan~," She giggled, her left hand resting on his arm that clung to hers, "Nothing gives me more pleasure…" Her fingers imitated small legs, walking up his arm and pausing at his shoulder, "Than to aggravate you~" she finished her taunting sentence by poking the male in the nose child-like.
Her smile then melted away, her lips pursed, "Now, do you mind releasing my wrist? It's painful." She stated, turning her head, and preparing to storm away.
The soft touch of her fingers on his arm sent shocks through his frame, his first instinct was to yank back and pull away, but by doing that he would risk her getting away, and like hell that was going to happen! It was hard enough to catch her in the first place. He simply used his free hand to grab hers, now having a tight hold on both of her small, feminine wrists.
"You honestly think I give a damn if it hurts? Isn't that the fuckin' point, dumb ass?"
He hadn't had a good day, not in the slightest; he was obviously angrier than usual, and needed some release, this was seen in his golden eyes though the blue shades blocked view of these orbs.
Even with that, a light smirk graced his lips, causing the cigarette that plainly rested there fall to the ground between the two.
"How does it feel, being caught by a monster, Kanra-chan?"
She looked down, the smirk still plain on her lips, avoiding eye-contact with the monster who trapped her in this metaphorical corner.
There really wasn't any way for her to break free, he wasn't worried about her leaving, and she wasn't worried about how to escape.
With her lowered head, she narrowed her eyes and looked up at him from between her bangs, with a smile that basically read 'oh, really now?' She did nothing but stare at him for this moment. He spoke, in such an angry tone~ she giggled to herself, and balled both of her captive hands into fists.
"Is that how you speak to a lady, Shizuo-channnn~? No wonder you've been single for all these years!" she laughed a full-hearted laugh, flinging her head back to look straight into his eyes, her glowing crimson orbs meeting his unbreakable gaze.
Though, taunting, she was realistically a bit sympathetic toward the male, "No women" she said in her monotonously devious tone of which she always spoke to him in, her goal nothing more but to piss him off even more.
Shizuo let out a hoot of laughter.
"You, a lady? Nice joke, Flea." Though, his smirk faltered briefly when she mentioned him being single. That was, and always will be, a sensitive subject for him, and she fucking knew that! He groaned.
Growling at her, he twisted her left wrist, to the point where a loud crack was heard, the bone popping under his grasp.
"Shut the hell up, you worthless bitch." He threatened in a harsh tone, backing her up so that she was pinned to the alley-wall. Pinning her wrists next to her head, glaring down at her with acid in his eyes, his sunglasses fell to the ground.
She released a girlish grunt of pain, swallowing the lump in her throat, and ignoring the pain in her wrists long enough to smile back at him.
This is what pissed him off, no matter what, she still smiled.
"You're pushin' it, flea." Shizuo threatened, cocking his head.
Ah… right. He began to think to himself.
Her clothing was beginning to dry, her nose wasn't bleeding as much anymore.
But still, she was beautiful.
Damn, was she beautiful, he thought.
They were in an alleyway, getting dark outside, and no one would pass by and hear or anything.
He was beginning to think dirty thoughts, something Heiwajima Shizuo didn't do.
It's not like someone would want to interfere with us anyways….
He leaned into her, minty coolness with a hint of cigarette brushing against her own lips.
It wasn't as if none of them had any experience with the opposite sex. Both of them have had sex at least once in their lifetime. Both of them knew there was more than hate between each other. In fact, Kanra had wanted nothing more than to touch her 'mortal enemy' intimately since high-school. But what would the odds be of something like that actually happening?
"Guess I can kill you later, huh?" Heiwajima pursed his lips, taking one hand, and gingerly pinning both of her wrists above her head, pressing himself against her lushly, golden eyes staring into crimson in silence, his lips teasing her own barely hovering over hers.
At that moment, her smirk melted away, her lips now suddenly limp. Her eyes bored back into his, her eyesbrows furrowing together in confusion. Her bottom lip trembled, as he paid attention to the male's movements; being no adjustment to the position the two were in, the anticipation began to heighten, leaving her almost begging for whatever was about to happen.
Please, Please, Please…
She bit her lower lip, the trembling yet to cease, half debating whether or not to make the move and lean in; as soon as those two words flashed in her mind, she did it. She shot forward, and forced their lips together, so there was no longer any space between them.