Durarara, Inuyasha, Naruto, Noragami.
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His eyes glowed blue. That was what unnerved the blond the most. In all his many years of hashing it out with the annoying little flea, he had never had those eyes directed at him glow blue. That meant 'Izaya' was truly pissed off with him. That meant trouble. That meant that, today, for the one that Ikebukuro knew as 'Shizuo' all hell would suddenly come tearing loose.
And so, he did something unbelievable.
He ran.
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He had been running when he first met the black-haired man, if you could even call him that. He had been running for his life, scrambling on all fours to get away from the angry villagers with their torches and spears, and that one woman who seemed to have it out for him—the girl with her beautiful red-brown eyes and elegant katana that seemed to whisper its love for blood.
"What the—!" A snarl came from the man he had just crashed into. They were nothing more than a tangle of limbs lying jumbled together on the forest floor. An angry curse and a sharp hiss of pain came next from the smaller man as he extracted himself from his 'attacker', rubbing his head where the other had knocked into it. He frowned up at the pale blond, and his eyes narrowed even further when they found the pointed ears sticking out of the other's hair. "You should be more careful, beast." He spat the insult so easily. It sickened him, making him curl his lip, showing his fangs.
"Oh? Did you want to piss off a Bijuu?" the blond growled back, leaning away from the other to get a good look at him.
Long black hair, pulled back into a ponytail. Seemingly color-shifting eyes that glared up at him with hatred, and also something else, a carefully guarded emotion that he couldn't quite place. He was dressed in a dark kimono reminiscent of a priest's, and he had his own sword shoved through the sash. Some sort of symbolic pattern adorned the sleeves of the outer robe, vaguely reminding him of a crown. Who was this man?
"Bijuu? Not likely. Not in a form like that. You're nothing more than a kitsune playing pretend." His smirk was really starting to piss the taller man off. "Besides, even if you were a true monster, I'd merely send you to the Other Side and be done with it." He stood up and brushed himself off, turning his back to the blond. "Now, I think you had some villagers to worry about?" His nose twitched with fury and he stretched his claws toward the man's unprotected back.
Shhckk! The point of a spear nicked past his ear, and sent him whirling around, and then once again he was racing off into the forest, barely even having time to wonder how the man knew his trouble with the village, or even registering the fact that that the spear had gone through the dark-haired man. He was running low on endurance and was almost to his goal when the red-brown-eyed girl's voice stopped him at the edge of the trees, causing him to turn to face her. His eyes narrowed and his fox ears flicked back in anger, opening his mouth to give an angry retort before the thrown katana pinned him to the trunk at his back. His eyes blinked in confusion, just before his vision faded out to black.