Title: Turn Down the Music
Rating: Rated T for language
Pairing: One-sided IzaRoppi
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters!


It was the same thing once a month, screaming. Screams screams and more screams. It was so irritating, especially at five am. Why couldn't his neighbor just wait until he left for the day to put on that noise? "Music" is what the other had called it. Orihara Izaya wouldn't have minded it so much if one, the misanthrope didn't put the music on the highest volume. Two, the other students hadn't left for vacation leaving Izaya to deal with it alone. And three, if it wasn't being played at five fucking am.

Groaning softly, the twenty-one year old rolled out of his bed and yawned softly, barely audible over the shrieks.

He shuffled around the room for a bit before finding a clean shirt and a pair of shorts to put on. He was going to have a talk with the asshole who decided to wake him up.

He glanced in the body length mirror in the room, noticing the bags under his eyes due to lack of sleep from studying, his hair was tousled, unlike during the day when he always made it nice and neat.

Oh well, it wasn't like it was going to be a long visit after all.

Sighing, he made his way out of the dorm and moved to the one next door. He knocked.

No answer.

He knocked again, this time louder and at first the music was turned up louder before turned down, although still pretty loud. "Yes?" a slightly shorter raven had answered the door, his crimson orbs burrowing into Izaya's. "Can I help you with something?" he leaned against the door after closing it.

"You can help by not playing something so loud before dawn even hits," the older frowned down at him. What was his name again?

Something like eight.

Hachi something.

Oh well, who really cared, right?

"Just turn it down, I have things to do tomorrow. What are you even doing?"

"Cleaning," the other gave a simple shrug. "And as I said. No, I'm not turning it down. Shove that up your ass along with the stick that's apparently lodged in there."

Izaya clenched a fist and put his hand right above the misanthropic youth's head, his eyes narrowing, "Don't piss me off."

"Seems it's too late for that. Fine, if it means that much to you, I'll turn down the fucking music."

The twenty-one year old pulled away, "Good." his eyes closed for a moment as he headed back to his room.


At least it had finally worked, playing that music at ungodly hours of the morning. It finally worked and Izaya finally came by to see him. Perhaps he should do it more often then... Just to see him more.