It was just another day of violence for the infamous fake blonde ex-bartender, the monster of Ikebokuro. Chasing down clients with tom, scaring them half to death with his strength. What made it worse was how one guy had no idea who he was and started mouthing off to him, and of course Tom could do nothing to stop him from throwing the idiot half way across the city.

It's not like he wanted to do these things, and sometimes he would feel guilty later, mostly when he tried to sleep. The events, the peoples faces full of fear, and their begging kept creeping up in his mind when ever he tried to get a decent night's sleep.

Tom hadn't said anything about earlier yet, which only showed how disappointed he was. Tom always tried to help his high school friend control his anger. He thought it would make Shizuo's life a lot better if he could control his rage. But sometimes he really thought that it would be impossible to achieve such a thing.

Which was why he was so grateful that there was Izaya for Shizuo to take his anger out on. Yes, Izaya provokes the anger most of the time when their around each other, but that can be a good thing to help Shizuo and his ticking time bomb of rage. And yes, he had caused a lot of problems for the body guard, but with every good thing there are bad things too.

It's almost impossible to tell whether the city would be better off with or without Izaya for Shizuo, because God help us all if Izaya wasn't around for Shizuo to take his anger out on and release the pent up stress that goes with his job.

But then again it would help if people would stop staring at the blonde and whispering when ever they thought he wasn't listening. And some are so obvious about it that it's hard to feel bad for them when ever Shizuo's anger gets directed at them instead.

Shizuo had just lit another of his cancer sticks, as Izaya like to them. And speaking of Izaya, at that moment, Shizuo heard his laughter. "Fucking flea." Was all he said before storming off, leaving Tom behind. 'Oh well, it's late anyways' Tom thought before heading the other way.

It wasn't hard for Shizuo to find Izaya, he supposedly could smell him after all. He was in an alley, 'The filthy scum bag, it suits him.' He stayed quiet when he saw what was going on.

Izaya was with one of his clients, or so Shizuo expected. "It's all your fault, my wife's gone, she left me. You ruined my life you piece of shit." Izaya smirked his shit-eating smirk and laughed. "You humans are so funny, how per say is this my fault. If you loved her so much, you wouldn't have cheated on her. And you had it so obvious to, it's like you weren't even trying to hide it. Why did you cheat on her, is it because you wanted something to spice up your life? Or maybe something younger, something new in bed perhaps?"

He laughed again, but his laughter stopped immediantly after the said client pulled out a gun and pointed right at him. "Don't you even try to blame this on me. If you had just stayed out of it, and left well enough alone I'd still have my wife. You ruined my life, so know I'm gonna end yours."

Shizuo was stunned, he never knew how dangerous Izaya's job's could be, or what kind of weirdo's he had to come into contact with. He was pulled out of his trance by the sound of a gun shot.

He had fired at Izaya, and it hit him right in the chest. That was enough to send Shizuo over the edge. No one was suppose to hurt Izaya but him, the pleasure of killing him was Shizuo's and everyone in the city knew it.

Shizuo saw red as he watched Izaya go down. He ran to the client and griped him by his throat, lifting him up in the air. "You little shit! Izaya's mine to kill, so keep your hand off him." The client looked at him stunned, gasping for breath. "You... should be happy... I'm doing us both... a favor... along with the whole world..." He managed to said between gasps.

You could see Shizuo's anger grow on his face as he tightened his grip, it only took him three seconds before he lost it and threw the man into the nearest wall, knocking him unconscious.

When the red started to fade to normal and Shizuo was calm enough, he risked a glance at Izaya. He was laying face down in a pool of his own blood, his pocket knife no where in site.

Shizuo didn't know what to do. He wanted the flea gone, but by his own hands. Coming to his decision, he gently picked up the informat. Izaya groaned in his sleep. He tried looking up at the person, not knowing who he was, but through his fuzzy glaze, he couldn't make out a face. There was only the out line of the face, and light shining all around it as the setting sun went down.

'Could it be an angel? No, there are so such things.' He thought, before passing out in the gently and warm arms that held him close to the strangers chest.

AN: A special thanks to my first reviewer on the story before I had redone it! I know it was crappy, and because you liked it and wanted it redone, I decided to do it! Thanks!~