Shizuo stood in front of a window display, cigarette hanging precariously from between his lips and fury building up inside of him. Behind the glass was a mannequin that had on a very familiar black jacket with fur trim, and it was pissing him off. Who the hell would want to wear such an ugly coat anyways, he wondered as the anger built up. Lately Shizou had not gotten particularly murderous since Ikebukuro seemed to be enjoying a calm period, but as he was taking a stroll down the noisy streets a particular something had caught his eye. At first he had though that it was that flea and his hand immediately began to itch, wanting to grip a street sign so that he could throw it, but then before he could become too blinded by fury he noticed that the jacket wasn't mobile and in fact strangely still and he had allow215284ed himself to calm down enough to realize that it was just a jacket in a store's window; it still pissed him off though. Still no reason to smash a window, it wasn't as if Izaya was actually behind said pane of glass; best that he just walk away and cool down.
As the blonde walked, the anger slowly seeping from his body something caught his eye and the anger swelled back up again. It was that damned jacket again, and this time it was moving.
"IZAYA-KUUUUUUUUN!"
Some random citizen of Ikebukuro walked though the city laughing with her friend. She had just bought a swank new jacket and the friend was admiring it. As the random girl took in the compliments a loud growling erupting through the air along with a loud swishing noise. Almost immediately following the random citizen was pulled aside by her friend with just force that they both fell and something crashed right where she had been standing, it was a street sign. The girl looked up and her mouth dropped, that could have killed her!
A blonde and rather frightening looking man in a bartender outfit approached and glared at her.
"Fuck you're not him," He growled and then reached down. The girl was about to tell him off, and snub his offer of helping her up when she was surprised to have her brand new jacket ripped off of her. She looked at the man aghast as he stared daggers at the jacket. "You shouldn't buy such ugly things," he said and then tore the jacket clean in two, tossed it to the ground and then walked off without a word, not even a simply apology!
A/N: Aww writing can be such a nice way to relive oneself of anger. Sorry if you expecting delicious hate sex, but I'm just not in the mood to write a lemon, but one day I will for Shizou and Izaya, one day. Anywho please review.