A/N;;
HEEEEEELLLLOOOO FRIENDSSSS~ 3 I'm proud to announce that I am hosting a DRRR! fanfiction starring our two favorite Ikebukuro stars- Shizuo Heiwajima and Izaya Orihara! Don't you just love their AWESOME relationship~? Well I DO. 3 But here's the twist! This isn't just a story... it's an RP! (Roleplay) YOU BET~! On Gaia Online, my dear BOSS friend ThePseudobulbarAffect and I have agreed to share our creation to you! I am the kind young woman who wrote for Izaya, while she's Shizuo! Amazing, isn't it? We really wanted to share our amazing plot with everyone! If you want, you can add us, too! My username is Chi Kyoki. ^_^
Chapter 1: The Anger and the Flea
Shizuo Heiwajima was not exactly having what you might call a "good" day. He somehow immediately knew that it was going to be hell the moment that he woke up late for work. As if it wasn't bad enough that he was already behind schedule, he'd also forgotten to get his clothes cleaned and he ended up having to assume the bartender outfit that smelled the least offensive. On top of that, he had to search around for his glasses for about ten minutes. By the time that he was ready to exit his apartment, he had to skip breakfast and a hungry Shizuo was never a happy Shizuo.
He was so disgruntled, in fact, that he may or may not have accidentally ripped his door off of its hinges in his hurry. Great, now he even needed to get a new one of those. His mood solely worsened, of course, when he realized halfway to his meeting spot with Tom that he'd left his wallet at home and had to turn back. Quickly texting Tom his apology for being the most tardy that he'd ever been during this particular employment as he angrily stomped down the street and the citizens of Ikebukuro cowered at his wrath, he was finally - finally! - fully prepared to be on the job.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit..." he growled under his breath with a vicious glint in his eye, having the strongest desire to punch something - anything! - as hard as he possibly could. This was definitely breaking his record. He was pissed to the umteenth degree and it wasn't yet an hour after he'd gotten out of bed. It was obvious from taking a single glance at him; pester him in the slightest and that would simply result in having your face smashed into the nearest wall. It didn't take much to set him on a rage and this occurrence would be no exception. He was in serious demand of a cigarette at this point...
And what else would he discover but a pack of conveniently STALE cancer sticks?
Passersby could merely guess what on Earth had compelled him to throw a vending machine into the sky with all his might that early in the morning.
With Tom in his sight, he tried desperately to calm himself a little and failed miserably. The first debtor that he came in contact with was going to suffer horribly, he could tell. Huffing and puffing like a bull being provoked by a matador, he practically oozed with his ill temper. He managed to put on a vague mask of indifference, but it was still extremely clear that he was on the very edge of completely trashing the city. It would take only the tiniest of pushes to send him into a flying fury. Literally, various objects would be soaring through the air. "Shizuo? You okay?" Tom asked, a nervous expression on his boss's features.
"Can we just go, Tom? I don't feel like explaining." His voice cracked with ire.
Tom did not dare to argue.
Izaya on the other hand was having just a wonderful day already. He woke up to sunlight crashing through the window; then a car crash in the street. Always one of the best things to watch over as humans argued carelessly over a small 'bump'. Nothing insurance cannot fix, afterall. The male bathed then put on his trademark clothing; black shirt, black jeans and a furred hoodie. Quite outcast from the fashion 'statements' people make these days, but heck did he care. He may love humans, but her also loved their odd stupidity. Chuckling to himself, the male took the nearest apple juice box from the mini-fridge and headed out the door.
Ikebukuro was always busy in the morning. People bustling to work, on their way to earn some money and brag about it. Izaya took out his cell phone - a stolen one, of course - and checked the time. Why should he care what time it was? Unlike many other people, he couldn't give two shits what time it was. It made him chortle to himself how he seemed to instinctively grab at the machinery in his pocket just to check the time. So unlikely of him, but Izaya was always one to do things unexpected, no?
The male coughed lightly as he continued down the road, observing the crowds jabbering incoherent words about other people; rumors. He laughed to himself. Humans were just amazing creatures. Every one of them. The male stretched his arms and moved his dark black hair from his face, piercing obsidian eyes scanning the area with amusement. "Ah~." he spoke to himself, head tilting as one particular person caught his attention.
Little Shizu-chan looked quite angry today, didn't he? They were probably having quite opposite days. Izaya couldn't help but chuckle maniacally once again, keeping himself down because even the look on his face gave him the shivers for a moment. "Ah, poor Shizu-chan." he whispered, walking by them, at least a good 10 yards away, acting like as if he wouldn't be spotted; which was likely but also unlikely.
Shizuo, when angrier than usual, always ended up thinking about things that especially pissed him off. This, as you might very well be able to guess, did not help ease his temper in the slightest. How he hated vegetables, for one. They tasted way too damn bitter and disgusting! Especially celery. He shuddered at the mere thought of such a foul flavor; he'd never understand why people could actually enjoy that. Ew, or black coffee. If there was any good that came from dwelling on what he despised most, it was that he easily became distracted from his surroundings.
Thankfully for the first few debtors, it didn't really take a lot to get them to pay. Tom would ask if they had the money, they'd take a single fearful glance at the enraged beast and shove whatever they owed into Tom's hands. They'd even borrow from their friends right in front of him to avoid being pummeled by the bodyguard who was obviously already having a crappy day. There was that guy who went flying into a lamppost at the speed of light for making an annoying comment about his brother (he was pretty sure the poor idiot didn't realize that he was related to Kasuka or 'Yuhei'), but we'll just forget about that.
Then it came to the point where his thoughts started to slowly drift more and more towards Izaya Orihara. Each of his muscles immediately tensed. He. Could. Not. Stand. That. Flea. He hardly noticed what he was doing as he kicked a chip into the sidewalk, following the trajectory of the projectile until it finally landed at a person's feet.
"Kill, kill, kill..." He loathed that stupid bastard so mu-
His eyes trailed from the broken piece of cement, to the extremely familiar fur lined hoodie, to the face of the Devil. For a moment, all was still. It was like the whole world had paused. Then Hell was unleashed. "I-ZA-YAAAA!" he roared as he ripped the nearest stop sign he saw from the ground and hurled it at Izaya with every ounce of his strength. "Haven't I warned you to stay away from Ikebukuro?" he snarled, fists clenching at his sides as he furiously approached the other man and ignored Tom's pleas to calm down. This is what he needed. To smash Izaya into a million little itty bits!
Ah, the city was most ravishing at it's active peak. People were just arguing left and right. Waking up late sometimes had it's advantages; you didn't have to wait to see the most intriguing moments take place. One in particular he enjoyed; watching a couple argue. It was on the corner of one of the main streets, right in broad daylight. They were going back and forth about who should get main custody of their child. It was evil to fight over a living being, when they both in the end would get to see them. The woman looked already irritated, her face crinkled in much disapprovement. The husky man was smoking, rambling on and on about how she always begs for money. This was just too interesting to watch. Izaya only chuckled. How he adored the lifestyle of most people; every single one of the organisms were different.
By now he had stopped dead in his tracks, but not because of something he had seen. It was more of a resting period, where he could scope out where to head next or what to disrupt. There were quite a few choices perhaps, but as of right now he was more interested just spectating since he could takes notes on what to point out. Even so, there was this off and odd lingering feeling in the pit of his stomach. It both gave him the creeps, (which is rare, so-to-speak) and also made him rather excited. 'Must mean something,' the male pondered, before he looked down as a small scrap pebble rolled over to his feet.
"Oh hey look~," he muttered with amusement, leaning down to recover the piece. The raven-haired male froze for a second though. Where did this come fro-
That all too familiar shout echoed in his ears and Izaya slowly raised back up, a sly smile slowly rising on his face. So the culprit of this pebble was correct; whether where it landed was an accident or not. Without even thinking, the male took one single step back, and barely clearing his face did a large stop sign woosh by and smack the ground with a loud 'clang'. Oh, his day just got twenty times better.
"Oh, Shizu-chan~ Nice to see you today." the male beckoned, turning to the blondie with much mockery on his smile. He ignored his second remark, by only chuckling and shrugging his shoulders. "You seem quite angry today, don't you~?" Izaya went on, walking up to Shizuo without any fear coursing through his veins what-so-ever. He had to say though; Shizuo's anger was definitely at a high record today. Red eyes showing delight, the slim male whipped out his pocket knife and twirled it with his first finger, bearing a toothy grin. "Ne?" he chortled, waiting for the right moment just to discourage the male.
Ah, Shizuo. When will you learn that Izaya will never not be around?
