A/N: So, hello there :D
I'm after a looong break from writing due to personal problems, but heeeey, I think I'm back at it again, yay
Anyway, my writing style might have changed slightly because of that, I hope it won't be hard to read, gosh.
just so you know, phrases in italics are used for emphasis or character thoughts.
Well then, here, I welcome you to Vivid.
Have fun :3
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It was such a peaceful day. Work was good. Apparently his reputation as The Strongest Man of Ikebukuro and all that shit has finally started to pay off, since all today debtors simply paid up, without a single complaint, at the mere sight of him. Tom seemed to be happy as well. No wonder. Shizuo managed to not destroy any public property for the whole shift. Paying debtors are good debtors. He was strolling along the sidewalk with Tom at his side as they were heading back to their main office to return the money they retrieved.
"Well, Shizuo! I'm really proud of you today," Tom said grinning as he gently elbowed the blond at his side. "Everything went surprisingly smooth."
Shizuo gave him a small smile before nodding. "Yeah, thanks, Tom-san."
"How about we celebrate it with some ramen? Let's drop the money at the office and grab something. My treat," the dreadlocked man offered with a wink. Shizuo smiled again as he hummed in approval. Yeah, it's a good day.
The blond sighed satisfaction as he lazily let his gaze to wander around their surrounding. The city was busy as always; the streets were bustling with life, people were on their ways from work to grab some beer with their colleagues, laughing as they talked their plans for the evening. Singboards were glowing around him with various invitations, neon letters promising entertainment for those tired of their eat-work-sleep-repeat routine. Despite the ring of the chaos surrounding him, with all the sounds of bustling life meddling together, Shizuo found it peaceful. No screams, no fights, no commotion - just a stable pulse of a living city. Faces around him were mostly smiled, content with slowly approaching weekend, the promise of joy or rest longing in the air.
And then he felt it.
A strong tug at his consciousness. As if something sharp jabbed him in the stomach. Shizuo felt his expression shift, a deep frown forming as his forehead creased. Something heavy and dangerous invided the atmosphere around him. Something suspicious, slimy, scheming.
It reeked.
The blond rapidly stopped on his tacks and carefully scanned his surroundings, his fists started to clench unconsciously.
Where? he though and his eyes shifted from one passerby to another, looking for, searching.
At some point, Tom realized that his kouhai wasn't following him anymore and stopped as well, turning back with a frown of concern. "Shizuo...? Is everything okay?" he asked cautiously. But Shizuo didn't even acknowledged the question as he was busy with intense search, standing in place, listening, looking, smelling, sensing.
He is somewhere in here. It was a statement. Shizuo knew it. Louse's presence was more than obvious with how heavy it loomed in the air.
The blond heard it. The snicker. Amused snicker somewhere behind him, snicker that he was able to distinguish from all the noise of busied streets. Shizuo turned around abruptly as if on cue and his eyes miraculously landed just at him.
He was wearing his usual annoying fur-trimmed coat and his features were decorated with wide, sinister smirk, edges of it as sharp as the knives the informant was so found of wielding, and he was currently talking to someone at the entrance to an alleyway. The Raven extended his arm with grace and passed some papers to the person, who firmly nodded in response as he took it. Shady didn't even begin to describe how the whole arrangement seemed.
Shizuo could feel as his calm, recollected self was slowly slipping away from his grasp to be soon replaced with livid fury, gradually taking over his consciousness. He could hear Tom's voice somewhere in the distance calling after him but he shamelessly ignored it. Fuming blond turned around to face his senpai and a little bit too roughly showed the bag with their collected money into Tom's chest. "Tom-san, I need to go. Can you deliver the money on your own?" he said, without taking his eyes from the informant. It was more of a demand than a question but the dark skinned man didn't dwell on it as he simply took the bag from Shizuo. "Y-yeah, sure but what's wrong? We were supposed to go grab-"
"I'm sorry, maybe some other time Tom-san," and with that, the blond abandoned his senpai and swirled around to face the direction of that parasite. The damn louse was still grinning and probably producing some witty remarks to humor his 'client'. The blood boiled in Shizuo's veins at the mere thought of what could the flea possibly be scheming this time. In his city. The city that seemed to finally be peaceful for once in a fucking while.
He took first few steps in Izaya's direction and felt the heat rising in his body. The rage and irritation started to build up more and more and his pace quickened, manic grin formed from his lips. Without even thinking he grabbed the trash can and, with growl close to animalistic, hurled it at the flea.
Yeah, it was a peaceful day.
It was.
"IIII-ZAAAAAAA-YAAAAAAAAA!" he screamed from the top of his lungs, as the trash can went flying. Izaya's eyes went wide for a moment before he immediately jumped to the side, avoiding collision.
Then their eyes met.
Crimson met honey brown. Teasing smirk met crazy grin.
Izaya's gaze was piercing and sharp, his eyes glowing with sudden excitement.
"Ahh, Shizu-chan. What a pleasure. I was rather sure your working hours just ended," the raven said with fake nonchalance, his voice melodic, and his smirk widened even more as his hand slowly travelled to his coat pocket to reemerge with a knife. He flipped it open in one fluid motion of his wrist. The informant didn't take his eyes from Shizuo as the blond approached, completely neglecting his client, who apparently hurried to leave as soon as Shizuo's roar echoed.
"Just because my working hours have ended doesn't mean you're welcome here you fucking piece of shit." the blond managed to growl, before he lashed out at the other.
He saw a glimpse of amusement, entertainment, passion in Izaya's eyes, when the raven swirled and broke into running.
Shizuo cursed profanities under his breath and sped up.
And so their chase was on.
Powerful wave of adrenaline washed over him, uncontrollable grin that lacked any actual positivity widened on his face as his limbs carried him in sprint after the goddamn fucker. The pest just had to turn up. Of-fucking-course. Everything seemed too good to be true, with how peaceful it recently was. But then Izaya would appear, destroying it all, with his mere presence, with his schemes, involving innocent people into whatever shady shit he came up with.
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill
The blond grabbed the first thing which happened to be nearby, some small booth with hot-dogs or something, he wasn't sure. He just tossed the damn thing at the running informant who was laughing maniacally, visibly amused. Obviously, it missed.
God. Fucking. Dammit.
Killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill
The sound of Izaya laugh alone made him see red. Shizuo could feel the oh-so-familiar blind rage building up, as his body heated, his vision narrowed, focused solely on his prey, blood was rushing through his veins, he could literally feel them throb against his skin. His fists were clenching and unclenching, were itching to make an impact, to unburden him from the unbearable excess of anger, itching to hit, to throw, to crush, to smash - to fucking KILL the disgusting bastard. That pest, parasite, louse.
If only he could finally die, fucking disappear, he thought. That would make everything so much easier. The flea was always meddling in something, scheming something, manipulating, twisting words, thinking of the ways to destroy a life or a few. Including Shizuo's own. The fucker was barging into Ikebukuro despite all of the blond's... well, pleas was not the right word, but warnings, sure.
"COME BACK IN HERE, YOU HEAR ME?!" he screamed again, continuing the chase, following Izaya who was jumping with an unsettling grace above any obstacle that appeared on his way. Be it a car, railing, wall, a fucking baby carriage. With a growl Shizuo ripped the street sign off the tarmac, trying not to lose his pace in the process, so that annoying flea wouldn't get the opportunity to take advantage of his slowed tempo to get away. He watched as Izaya slowed down a little to turn his head slightly in Shizou's direction, to look him straight into the eyes, flashing him a smirk and a fucking wink, as if to say 'try harder, beast'. He almost heard those words echoing in his skull. The blond gritted teeth hard enough make the sound audible, his grip on the stop sign tightened to the point of nearly crushing the metal within his hand. He swang it with full force but mere centimeters were all he needed to actually land a hit - obviously, Izaya suddenly ducked and, with quite spectacular maneuver involving a goddamned crouching pirouette, slashed through Shizuo's left leg, shredding the material of his pants. His fucking clothes, destroyed. n. The blond stopped abruptly, huffing with rage, trying to seize the opportunity of Izaya being close, and he swang it again, but the raven was already few meters away, running in different direction.
Killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill
"You fucking piece of SHIT!" Shizuo roared and threw the street sign towards his enemy. But the informant simply stepped to the side while his run, avoiding it effortlessly, without even fucking looking.
"Oopss, missed it again!" Izaya screamed back cheerfully before falling into yet another fit of laughter. The bastard was enjoying it. He was having a blast.
Die die die die die diediediediediediediediedIEDIEDIEDIE D I E
It should be so easy, killing him. He was just a human being. Easy to break. And yet, Shizuo tried for years in no avail. He just kept jumping, hiding, running - unreachable. Always so fucking unreachable. Shizuo was sure that he never felt emotions so strong towards anybody as he felt hatred for Izaya. It was pure passion. Overwhelming need to reach him, grab him, have him in his grasp, to erase his fucking existence.
The blond's pace slowed down, his breath becoming ragged. And yet, Izaya was still running, ahead of him, and was just entering another alleyway. Just when Shizuo was ready to give up for a day, the informant turned back, with this damn smirk plastered on his face and winked at him. Again. And that lit the rage in the blond all anew. He suddenly felt like on fire, as if something exploded, erupted inside of him. It was a blind rage, fury, a swirl of unmanageable emotions: anger, irritation, frustration, helplessness, distress. Shizuo stopped abruptly and with a roar grabbed the vending machine conveniently standing close. He lifted it above his head, as if it weighed nothing at all, ready to throw it with full force.
diediediediediediediediediediediediediediediediediediediedie
"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!"
And he threw it.
The makeshift projectile cut through the air like an ridiculously oversized bullet making a whistling sound. Shizuo smiled with a pang of satisfaction as he observed the perfect trajectory of his ''weapon'. He caught a glimpse of those reddish brown eyes widening slightly and that damn smirk faltered a little before a loud crash echoed in a radius of a few streets at least. The powerful impact left an enormous cloud of dust and ashes in its wake, covering the whole alleyway and making it impossible to see through it.
As the sound of the crash died out, an overwhelming silence occurred.
Shizuo could only hear his own ragged breath as his adrenaline slowly decreased from his bloodstream and the blood gradually stopped ringing in his ears.
It was so quiet now.
Too quiet.
Did it land? He wondered hastily. But obviously there was no one or nothing to answer him.
Shizuo could feel the corners of his lips dropping as his smile faded completely. "Shit," he mumbled.
He froze. Suddenly, all the blood drained from his face and cold, unpleasant shiver run down his spine.
People around started to whisper, some gathered, some ran away.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Suddenly, he found it very hard to breath. As if an invisible barrier appeared somewhere in his airways, letting through only a limited amount of oxygen into his lungs. "Shit. Fuck." he gasped.
It hit him, fuck, oh shit it did hit him, god.
Confusion. That's the first thing he could decipher within all the emotions he felt. Not satisfaction.
Terror. That was the second thing. Not bliss.
No.
Denial. That would be the third one.
"No. It can't be." he breathed quietly to himself. All the sounds of bustling city suddenly ceased to exist. There was only this terrible silence. He just stood there, staring at the place where he threw the vending machine. It was still covered in dust, not letting him to see through.
No more Izaya? Like hell.
"Like hell," he repeated out loud. Just then he realized he was trembling. His whole body was shuddering with tremors and cold sweat covered his features.
When he imagined the moment he managed to land a hit on Izaya, from all the emotions he expected he would feel, fear was not one of them. Shizuo panted hard, pumping the oxygen he so desperately needed into his lungs, while trying his damnest to see through all that dust. He didn't know if he wanted to see. He just had to. Slowly, he moved closer, with each step his heart was beating faster, his legs felt weaker.
"Flea...?" he called hesitantly. He didn't know why he did so, it was too quiet for Izaya to hear it anyway. He felt the urge to call his name louder but couldn't find his voice, it was stuck somewhere in his throat.
At this point he felt something he didn't feel in a very long time.
Panic. Intractable panic that brought back the ringing of blood to his ears, that made his already arduous breath even more shaky, that covered his limbs with pins and needles.
Shizuo's pace quickened as he wanted to finally see the vending machine. He wanted to see the outcome of his outburst. He wanted to see...
"Iza-!" he started louder this time, but was interrupted with the sound of clapping. The name didn't leave his lips as he abruptly stopped breathing to catch the sound, to make sure it wasn't his imagination. But he forced his legs to move him further.
When he got close enough he was finally able to see through the already falling dust.
He was there. Izaya was sitting cross-legged on the top of completely destroyed vending machine, which was sticking from the mini crater it created from the powerful impact with the turmac. Izaya's usual smirk was there, mocking eyes piercing, staring back at completely petrified Shizuo. He was still clapping when he hopped of it and made few steps towards the blond.
"Phew! Well Shizu-chan, I must admit that was a close one," he stopped his applause to hid his hands in pockets of fur-trimmed coat. "Half a second and I would be done for. You can be proud of yourself. But I'm afraid it's not enough to get rid of me, you know Shizu-chan? You have to try a little bit more... harder..." Izaya trailed off and frowned deeply as he took a better look at Shizuo. He blinked a few times before he snorted hard. "What's with that expression, are you that disappointed? Jeez." He snickered some more but when he was met with no reaction he stopped. His expression went blank for a mere second as he studied Shizuo's face, his crimson irises shining with curiosity. Soon enough he put his smirk back and purred, "don't worry Shizu-chan, next time you'll make it." Izaya winked and set off running. And Shizuo just stared. The informant looked back once to make sure Shizuo was not following. He wasn't.
He just stared. When Izaya disappeared behind the corner, he felt his legs giving in and he sat heavily on the curb, searching through his pants' pockets for cigarettes. He took one into his mouth with trembling hands and lit it, sucking it in in less than five drags. He lit another.
He ran a hand through his messy hair as he tried to regain his composure. People were walking past him warily, whispering to each other. He couldn't give a flying fuck.
"Fuck." Shizuo said quietly and realized he was smiling. A small, upward tug of his lips.
Disappointed? Ha. Like fuck.
He never felt more relieved in his entire fucking life.
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A/N: And so, the story begins. Story of dreams, nightmares and desires.
(this chap is kinda short, but it's an introduction so I guess it's okay?)
more to come :)
See ya!