Inseparable.

We're best friends. Inseparable, even when at times we can get violent, disturb-the-peace kind of fights. We end up apologizing after a few hours of fighting. Which I end up having numerous of dark bruises all over my body, blood leaking from my temple. While my best friend has cuts everywhere across his stupid black-and-white clothing.

Some wouldn't even believe we were best friends, or actual friends. Who'd want to be friends with the monster, beast of Ikebukuro?

The people whom already knew of our strange relationship figured one of us would surely die because of who we are. They say I'm some sociopathic prick and Shizuo - yes my best friend is Heiwajima Shizuo, the temperamental the temperamental bastard with super human strength.

I, Orihara Izaya, am nineteen, while Shizuo is twenty. I dislike Shizuo being a year older, taller, more muscular, but at least he doesn't have my charm and intellect.

A loud pounding on the door interrupts my thoughts. "Izaya, get the fuck out of the bathroom!" Charming, isn't he. Apparently, Shizu-chan doesn't have my self-control and patience.

I flash a smirk at my reflection, swiftly turning to grab the doorknob, except it opens itself rather brashly. The loud grind of metal breaking makes me smile wider. A blond with the usual black and white bartender clothing stands in the opening of the broken door.

His teeth clenched, hands curled into tight fists, furrowed brows and angry brown eyes that flare behind his blue sunglasses. I feel my entire body relax just seeing him like this. Irritated, uncomfortably annoyed and ready to kill someone.

"I'm finished, we may go," I say, simply. Shizuo darkly glares at me as I maneuver past him. It's not like I stayed in the bathroom for an hour, it's only been fifteen minutes. Also, it's his fault for spilling his drink on my when I told him his target was in the bar itself. He slammed his fist down on the table and asked in a rather hushed voice why I didn't tell him earlier, of course I like our little hanging-out-as-friends-thing, it was amusing.

I don't think he's that angry though, if he was, he would have broke the entire door off its hinges and pull me roughly out of the bathroom. It would be another bar he'd have to repay with his Debt Collecting money.

We both head past a few strangers with lingering gazes, the gossiping that surrounds us and the stench of alcohol makes my stomach clench. I never enjoyed such seedy places, coming here was because helping-out-a-friend was Shinra's stupid idea, and since I'm somewhat friends with Shizuo, the plan played out well.

A man I walked by flashes a smile at me, I smile back, but pass him nonetheless. Shizuo walks closely behind me and I know from a few people they'd rather not look over at him since he yelled rather loudly earlier. He also has that infamous reputation for picking up large scales of weight and chucking them at people.

A girl grasps my arm and I'm slightly pulled back, she bats her long black eyelashes at me, her eyeliner is precise at the corners like a wing, her smile is a bit crook, possibly from the alcohol in her system. She's beautiful nonetheless with her long, silky black hair, but before I could even say a word to her. Shizuo grabbed the back of my hood, pulls me from the crowd while I wave my hand at the girl, feeling slightly amused at the people being flung to the side by an enraged Shizuo.

Next thing I know it, we're outside in the back of the bar. A few men standing beside their black and silver bikes, wearing heavy black leather and had large cigars in their mouths glance towards me and Shizuo. The big brute doesn't seem to notice nor care about the bikers and throws me, I stumble trying to find my footing, but I fail miserably and fall into the mud, a groan escapes my lips.

I twist my body around, glaring up at Shizuo who has seriously lost his patience. I get up from the muddy ground and he pushes me hard against the brick building, his fist slams into the wall next to my head, I can hear the cracking of the wall, not Shizuo's knuckles.

"We're not here to pick up chicks, Izaya," Shizuo growls, his blue glasses are tucked in his breast pocket and now all I see are the dark of his brown eyes glaring into mine.

"Why are we here?" I wonder, playfully.

Shizuo sighed, he leaned back and ran his hand through his blond hair. "The guy who tried to kill Tom. You're the one who said you knew where he was."

Of course I knew, who did he think I am, an idiot!

I reached into my jacket where my blade is and pulled it out. I walked around Shizuo, humming as we both head back into the bar. Once we walked back inside, I ignored everyone, even the pretty girl who no longer mattered to me. I stopped behind a group of men and tilted my head to the side, Shizuo was tall enough and wasn't so subtle as he glared at the group who haven't realized two infamous people in Ikebukuro and Shinjuku were looking at them.

I smiled, walking around the group of men as I headed for a man who had his back to me. I placed my foot on the back end of the chair and quickly pulled it back. The man yelped as he fell hard. I let out a short chuckle, turning my gaze to the other men who gotten up from the seats and were ready for a fight. However, they noticed who they were about to deal with and instead cowered and backed up.

I knew having Shizuo with me brought a great advantage. Although I usually didn't need it. I can do things better on my own. He's some what great company though.

The one leaning against the wall seemed the most nervous of the group of men. Sweat trailed down both sides of his face, his shifted as if he didn't want to have eye contact on the monster behind me or he was trying to locate a possible escape. This brought me more adrenaline, I pointed my knife towards the culprit.

"If you want me to do the honors, I will," I said, sarcastically.

Shizuo grunted, pushing me aside. "I can beat him up myself." He went straight into the path of the men, pushing them by, then he began punching the ones who were trying to defend the nervous wreck. He grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, then without hesitation, he began punching said man, bones cracked, blood oozed and met with Shizuo's fists that kept going back harder.

Shizuo's violence, naturally caused everyone to run from the bar. Unfortunately I was swept away with the crowd. When I was finally outside, the crowd dispersed and I leaned myself against the wall next to the door entrance, patiently waiting for Shizuo to finish. While I was waiting, I could hear the distinct sounds of police sirens in the distance, they surely would be here soon.

Right on time, Shizuo walked out, smiling triumphantly with his fist dripping with blood and his white bartender suit soaked at the hem, a few splatters on the collar.

"Let's go, flea." He waved his hand for me to follow down the street away from the bar, the cops got there and we headed down a dark alley to keep us from their view and suspicion. He acted like nothing happened, it's never discreet when everyone knows that Shizuo is prone to violence, that he's been arrested many times, can't hold up a proper job and knows how to threaten with reason and control.

Shizuo would be arrested tomorrow or tonight. "Hey, wanna head over to my place?"

He raised his brow, "For what? All there is at your dumb apartment is your computer and papers of random people's faces.. stalker."

I rolled my eyes, kind of regretting asking him and hoped he'd get arrested for what happened. Just so he'll think about my proposal while sitting in a stagnant cell. What an idiot.

I tried to level out my happy and annoyed feelings, "I cleaned up the last time you've been there." I thought for a moment, picturing my apartment when I left earlier to help Shizuo with his problem. I told Namie specifically to clean it up. Hopefully that ungrateful woman does what she's told.

I look up at him and smile, however, he isn't looking at me. His hands are safely tucked in his pockets, his eyes forward as if he's in deep though. Not like he has to think about anything.

"I cleaned up, Shizu-chan." I interlock our arms and he doesn't pull away so I move closer until I hear an unsatisfied grunt. Shizuo pushed me slightly, I stumble but unlike at the back of the bar when I lost my footing, this time the alley wall caught me and I regained it.

A chuckle escaped my lips, he continued to ignore me and I realized that we're heading to Shinjuku. My place. I never get an expected reply from Shizuo, so I should have known from the start. Always catching me off guard, changing routine.

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