A normal day in Ikebukuro. If you could call it normal, that is.
Izaya walked down the sidewalk, keeping an eye out for anything to barge into and mess up. Seemed like his normal routine was to head to Ikebukuro to see what trouble he could stir up, then later on he would mess with those on the Dollars' chatroom. Either way, Izaya sure loved to place everyone in different situations just to see how they'd react. 'Haven't seen Shizu-chan in a while, think I'll pay him a little visit~' He made his way down to Russia Sushi, in hopes he'd run into the strongest man in Ikebukuro, Shizuo Heiwajima. Although Shizuo finally got some peace, with a twist of his neck he could spot the black short hair, but his jacket was gone this time. Not worn anymore since he disposed of it in the river. He decided to at least try and control his anger, but once their eyes met, Izaya's eyebrows raised up.
"Dammit, what is it?" He ran up to Izaya, fist pulled back. "I told you to stay away from me." Izaya took a step off to the side, just in time for Shizuo to go flying past. "You expect me to pay attention to that? You've said to stay out of Ikebukuro as well, but I hope you've realized that it hasn't stopped me yet." He sarcastically shrugs and flips open his switchblade, pointing it towards the brute. "You little prick." Shizuo takes a bottle from the table, smashes the bottom, and exposes the broken half to Izaya. The people in the other tables begin to run out of the building, either knocking into both of them, or scramming out of the windows. It's dangerous to be caught in the middle of the duo's multiple quarrels. Izaya grins a bit more, "Trying my own tricks on me now Shizu-chan~? I simply came here for some fatty tuna and ran into you~" He started walking backwards, exiting through the door, waiting for the rage. "Oh, I know why the hell you came here." He grunts as he races towards him, watching as the crowd pushes on them both, some of them willing to use their own weapons to keep their safety. He begins ragging through the crowd, Izaya skipping along ahead, missing all the people, unlike him.
Throwing as many projectiles as he can, he only successfully hits Izaya once, but the informant only gets back up, and waves at the brute before racing along again. "IZAAYYAAA-" A switchblade glazes his temple, and he stops. "Catch me if you caaan~!" Even though Izaya knew he could lose Shizuo at any given moment, he decided to continue letting himself be chased for a bit longer, whether or not he had any switchblades with him, due to throwing the last a few seconds ago. Fully enraged, Shizuo races down the sidewalk, Izaya a few feet away now, reaching towards a streetlight, jaywalking across. "What an idiot." He begins to run across, throwing more projectiles, wanting to cause him pain, his temple bleeding from the switchblade earlier. "Izaya-kunnn" 'Not gonna let him leave my sight again, damn little mouse.' He sprints across the crosswalk. Does he ever get tired? Izaya runs past multiple people, soon stopping as he grabbed a random girl and pulled her in front of him as a shield. "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't mean to hurt someone else if they weren't involved. To which I can then use to my advantage." He said, all while a devious grin was painted across his face. As soon as the girl was pulled from her place on the sidewalk, he resisted. Thinking for a few seconds, he bounced over, dragging her away from Izaya, taking her place. His arms gripped around Izaya's head, "I know you wouldn't use a girl as a shield either." He motioned for her to leave, and she ran off, not taking her time to run away, as Izaya would.
"Alright, you little bastard. Why are you back here, the real reason." He could feel his lip twitch, still raging. Izaya sighed slightly, "All right Shizu-chan. You caught me~" For once, Izaya was actually out of ideas, but that surely wouldn't last long, and there's no way he would admit that. In a short amount of time he could figure out a way to get out of situations. Quickly enough, Izaya ducked down, backed up, and stood back up, then backing away at a safe distance, easy enough. He opened his mouth to speak, but turned away, running, eventually turning through an alley. Shizuo stormed after, "You didn't answer my damn question, get your ass back over here. IZAAYYAA." Another stoplight, another cross walk, and he's jaywalking again, he's just trying to get run over. "Trying to skip through streets isn't gonna work."
Trying to lose him, Izaya continued taking turns through alleyways and going across the streets. After finally losing him after a while, he stops in an alley. "Next thing I know, something's gonna come flying at me." He heads back to his apartment, quite aware that he was wide open for any kind of object Shizuo would throw at him, but that could also allow him time to get away too. He planned on using the wide spaces in the city to his advantage. "IZAAYYAA" He pulled a vending machine out, throwing it towards the windows of the apartments, two windows burst, and Izaya poked his head out. More of the citizens ran for cover, no one knew how long this quarrel would last. As Izaya started to put up some "shields" Shizuo threw another one, Pepsi. Another window. He still won't leave. "I can destroy the rest of your house if you want. I just wanna chat." 'He either followed me, or came here when he couldn't find me..' Izaya looked down from the broken windows, "You obviously can't just settle things calmly, Shizu-chan~" He looked around the apartment, glass was everywhere, and two vending machines were inside. "I'll just have get Namie to take care of this mess. Now, what exactly was it you wanted to talk about~?" "I want you to stay away from me." He yelled over, stepping over glass flung from the crash where the windows used to be. He had climbed up towards the opening via window cleaning ramps. He wasn't afraid of heights anymore, he'd gone through the stage, but it passed after many times falling in attempts to keep up with Izaya's stupid "run aways". Izaya looked towards him, a little smile forming, followed by one of his trademark grins. "I get tired of having to remind you." He froze, holding a hand to his temple, dry blood had hardened and clung to his face. Even though the knife only glazed it, the wound still irked him. Izaya deserved wounds, not him.
Walking over to the desk, Izaya closed out the Dollars' chatroom, no one was online anyhow, so it didn't matter. "You've told me over and over, and I haven't stopped Shizu-chan. How long will it have to take before that actually gets through that thick skull of yours~ Hm?" "Why are you always following me, what is so interesting?" He could feel his head aching, and Izaya's annoying face was only making it worse. "I find it fun to mess with you. Now, If I told you anymore I'd be giving away my whole plan." His plans were to start a war to wake up Celty's 'sleeping' head. No one besides Namie knew about the head in his apartment, even though it was on a bookshelf in the open. "What the hell does that have to do with me? Stop grinning at me, flea." Izaya's grin grew. "I've already said enough. Anymore and I'd have to reveal it all." Shizuo threw himself at Izaya, fist wrapped around Izaya's throat, the other holding his other arm still.
"I said wipe the grin off your face. You make no sense." Izaya was in a situation he couldn't get out of now, it wasn't as easy as earlier. "You get confused so easily, Shizu-chan~. I suppose that's one reason I love to mess with you." "You're trying to call me a dumbass?" He hissed, he pulled out Izaya's switchblade he dropped earlier, holding it on Izaya's cheek. "Look who's on the top now? You're still grinning, flea. You lost." Izaya sighed, his grin disappearing from his face, finally getting serious. "I'll admit just this once, though it pains me to do so, that you win, Shizuo." Izaya knew he couldn't escape from the brute's grasp this time, so he thought he'd just surprise him instead. "If you want, I'll stay away." Lies, that last sentence was nothing but a simple lie, told in a believable tone. "You're bullshitting me, I know you." He was shaking, his head still aching. "Go ahead, think that. But only if you let me go, I'll be sure to stay away from you. Just because you say you know me, doesn't mean it. Though you are the one that knows the most, I just don't care." He decided to wait it out, Shizuo would eventually get impatient, and all Izaya had to do was wait until that happened. He didn't know what to say, just slowly loosened his grip, resisting. He didn't want to kill him all the way, just wanted him gone. Sometimes, although, sometimes he would be lonely. He didn't know what to think about him.
Izaya always got info on everything, on everybody. He probably knew he wasn't gonna kill him either. 'I hate violence'. 'Just gotta keep waiting, he'll let me go eventually, he 'has' to.' Izaya was grinning on the inside, not letting it show on the outside so he'd be more believeable. Slowly, little by little, he was becoming triumphant, and would eventually win again. Shizuo finally let him go, although he had left bruise marks around his neck, his anger sometimes did things. He didn't give him back his switchblade although, closing it, putting it in his own pocket. This allowed him to finally keep a hand on his aching temple. Izaya stood up, "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" He watched Shizuo with the switchblade, not caring as he had plenty more hanging around the apartment. Izaya looked around at the mess inside, he's gonna hear about it from Namie for sure. Shizuo sighed, lighting a cigarette in the corner. "We'll see how long it lasts."
Shizuo starts to leave, as another switchblade hits into his shoulder. "Damn it, Izaya, where the hell do you keep all of those?!" He tore it out of his shoulder, throwing it into the other wall of Izaya's wrecked apartment. "You just love to stab me, don't you, flea." Izaya's trademark grin came back, "Where I keep them, is for me to know. As for you, weren't you leaving just now? Oh, and if you use the door, don't break it." He looked around once more, Namie's defiantly gonna tell him off about it, no doubt about it. "Hell yeah I was, not to be stabbed again. Just watch your back." He threw his cigarette aside on the floor, he already trashed the place. It gave him pleasure, Izaya already had to clean, a little fire wouldn't hurt . . . much. "See you around, Pussy cat." "See ya, brute." Izaya watched him walk out the door, leaving it open. He walked over to the cigarette, putting it out before it had a chance to do anything besides make a small, hardly noticeable burn mark on the carpet. He picked it up and threw it out the broken window, then headed for the door to close it. "Well, next thing I need to do if fix this place up. At least my computer isn't broken."