Izaya ran. Ran for his life. He was already running out of breath, his jacket flapping in the wind he created as he ran. How long had he been running? He couldn't tell. He looked back, no one was there. As soon as he slowed down, he heard, "IZAYA!" The said person, snapped his head around to see who was calling him.
He shouldn't have, Izaya knew that, but he did, to find a blonde man chasing after him at full speed. With that, his eyes widened. Oh god, Izaya thought, as a vending machine came flying his way. He dodged it, obviously, just like he had been since forever.
Izaya laughed to hide his nervousness, "You're going to have to do better than that, Shizu-chan!" he called over his shoulder. He ran faster around the street corner, I've got you now, Shizu-chan, Izaya thought. The black-haired man climbed up a fire escape, just in time to see Shizuo, run around the corner, and get hit by a truck. The blonde flew into the air and landed on the hood of the truck.
A panicked driver quickly got out and stuttered, "Oh my gosh! Are you okay, sir?" The truck driver fell silent in fear as he recognized the man on the hood. Shizuo Heiwajima, the strongest man in Ikebukuro. And that man was getting up, really in need of a punching bag. The truck was good enough.
Shizuo pounded his fist into the hood of the truck, making a noticeable dent in it. He then spotted Izaya, laughing on the other side of the truck. His anger level rose to the extreme as he picked up the truck and chucked it at Izaya.
The truck flew all the way down the street it had come from, ripping anything on the ground off, taking it with it as it fell a couple hundred feet away from the thrower, who was standing, breathing heavily.
The blonde looked for any sign of a squished flea, but found him on the ground, still intact. Shizuo walked towards the black-haired man, Did I hit him? The thought made him smile. He kept walking towards him, he didn't see any breathing, so he could hope.
Izaya was alive though, looking at Shizuo, as he stood over him. A smile was still on his mouth. "Sh-Shi-zu-chan?" Izaya managed to say. The blonde man shouted his answer, "Don't call me that, flea!"
Izaya didn't listen, he couldn't, he wouldn't.
"Shizu-chan, Shizu-chan, Shi-zu-chan," Izaya whined. The blonde sighed, and kneedled over him, putting his hands on either side of the black-haired man's head. Leaning down, the blonde roughly kissed him. The action surprised Izaya, making him moan, allowing Shizuo to slip his tongue in.
When Shizuo pulled away, he moved to the black-haired man's ear. Nibbling for a second and then whispered, in a slightly threatening voice,
"Run."