AN: Short, pointless and cheesy DRRR BL one-shot. Enjoy?
"IIIIIZAAAAAYAAAAA!" the usual shout warned the dark-haired boy that he had been spotted. He spun around, smirking, just in time to dodge a vending machine which landed behind him with a loud crash.
"Hey, Shizzy," he looked mockingly at the blond, who was already looking around for more things to throw at him, and not finding any, much to his dismay.
"Why are you in Ikebukuro?" the man spat, settling his eyes on a passerby who quickly shifted away from Shizuo. He didn't want to get thrown, and at Izaya Orihara at that!
"To see you, Shizzy," Izaya purred and scampered away, followed by his adversary.
"IIIZAAAYAAA!"
The boy hadn't lied. He had no particular reason to be in Ikebukuro that day. He just felt the urge to see Shizuo's face. Interesting desire.
"Come here, you flea!" the bartender-suited man roared, jumping onto and off a car in order to keep up with his dark-haired concurrent.
"Catch me if you can," Izaya laughed and sped up.
They raced through Ikebukuro, passing shops and buildings, bouncing onto benches, cars and buildings where the occasion presented itself, destroying everything on their way. Orihara laughed: this was fun, so fun! Much more fun than anything he had been up to lately. Just racing against the wind, dodging the things Shizuo threw at him, and have someone shout his name, just his name, again and again.
And then he froze. How could this be? A dead end? But he was sure this street continued further!
"What, got lost, flea? That's what you get for showing up in Ikebukuro," Shizuo's smile predicted nothing good. Nothing good at all.
"I suppose you don't want to talk this over calmly?" Izaya smirked haughtily, trying not to look nervous. He was face to face with Heiwajima Shizuo, in a dead end… Then again, was he Izaya Orihara or not?
"IZAYA!" the blond grabbed his shirt's collar. Damn, where was his knife? No, he couldn't have lost it? Oh, he was so screwed.
"That's my name," he scoffed. If he would die, he would die making fun of Shizuo.
"Izaya," the man murmured menacingly and pressed his lips against the others. What?
Well, that's a rather good surprise, Izaya thought as he wrapped his arms around the other.