The bodyguard strides carefully through the somewhat peaceful streets of Ikebukuro. A cigarette dangles dangerously from his lips, vapor trickling from his mouth in a flickering stream. Shizuo's mind was fairly blank; his body moving simply out of habit. He leaned against the side of a small grocery store, bored and restless. I wonder where the flea is. He mentally slapped himself. He was not going to go there. Tom was out of town on business and he was NOT going to spend his free time thinking about that louse. This train of thought soon crashed mercilessly into a building, as an all to familiar voice rang through the busy streets of Ikebukuro.
"Shizu-chaaaaan!~" Shizuo grimaced at the overused nickname. It's as if he doesn't know my real name. By this time the streets had already cleared. Even the newest idiot tourists had some sort of survival instinct. Shizuo let the cigarette fall from his lips before grinding it out with his shoe.
"Shizu-chan don't ignore meeee!~" Shizuo had yet to turn towards the shrill voice that echoed throughout the now empty streets. He gritted his teeth and began to growl slightly, involuntarily.
"IIIIZAYAAAA!" Shizuo snarled, whipping around to face his adversary. Izaya was standing a mere three feet from him, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"Well hello Shizu-chan! Good to know that protozoan brain of yours is still working."
"How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of Ikebukuro?!" Shizuo grabbed the innocent stop sign next to him, crushing its pole with his fist.
"Well if I did that, I would get to see my precious Shizu-chan, now would I?" Izaya purred, twisting his black skinny jean clad hips before whipping out his switchblade from his pocket.
"GAHHHHH!" And so their usual game began. Feet scraped pavement, blood pulsed, and flesh was bruised as the two played cat and mouse throughout the streets.
Shizuo had lost his sign ages ago, and his breathing was harsh and labored from the exercise. Cuts adorned his face and limbs in an almost decorative pattern, and they glistened slightly in the dim light of the ally. Izaya on the other hand, looked identical to how he did that morning, except for the fact that his switchblade was no longer resting in his slender fingers. They were both in the dead end of an ally, in a stand off. Red eyes darted for an escape, for any possible way out. He made a desperate attempt to get around Shizuo, darting to his left and ducking under his outstretched hand. But, just this once, he wasn't fast enough. Shizuo whipped is hand back and grabbed the hood of Izaya's signature parka, yanking him back and against a wall. Izaya flailed, surprised by the pain in his shoulders and neck, where the parka strained against his body. His head smacked painfully into the wall, and he grimaced lightly.
"I finally…got you." Shizuo panted, eyes wide as the realization sank in. He tightened the fist that was holding Izaya against the wall.
"I got you!" He was now grinning wildly, a cut in his mouth opening slightly, a thin stream of blood trickling down his chin.
"Hmmm… I guess you have Shizu-chan." Izaya managed, his throat bruising at Shizuo's rough touch, but still maintaining a smirk.
"But what are you going to do now?" Izaya mused, leaning closer to the brute's face.
"I'm going to kill you!" Shizuo barked, shoving Izaya roughly back against the wall.
"Okay Shizu-chan, do it." Izaya was not afraid of death, or anything as trivial. Izaya Orihara was a god. Whatever came after, he would be a god there as well. He closed his eyes, relaxing against Shizuo, ready for the blow. Shizuo brought his spare fist back and….
…He couldn't do it.
He reared back again, his fist trembling with anger and frustration. Why can't I hit him?! Izaya was slumped against the wall, not struggling, just waiting. Shizuo couldn't take it. He couldn't just hit the flea! It wasn't fair! Right? Right. That's why.
Just get it over with already! Izaya was growing impatient. How long does it take to throw a punch or two? That's all it would take to kill him, what with Shizuo's brute-like strength. He felt the hand at his collar relax slightly, and Izaya peaked with one eye at the scene unfolding before him. Shizuo relaxed his iron grip completely, letting Izaya slide to the ground in a heap, the brick walls scratching his dirtied hands. He looked up just in time to see Shizuo's face, plastered in an expression of terror, sadness, and…. confusion. It was totally different from the gruff scowl that was etched into his features moments before. His bleached hair hung over his eyes and he began to walk away. His steps were halting, the footsteps on the pavement uneven and laced with indecision. Izaya remained where he was, frozen in confusion and utter shock. He half expected Shizuo to grab a vending machine and hurl it at him, but he didn't. Shizuo slowly exited the ally, and disappeared from sight, an aura of confusion still hanging over his head.