Perfect Fix
CHAPTER ONE
Loool I need a life.
Note: Icarus is 20-ish, Shizuo is 24ish.
YES I CAN AGE WHENEVER THE HELL I WANT
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"IIIIZYAYYAAAAAAA!" Shizuo Heiwajima screamed as random crap went flying. A vending machine flew past the alleyway, and Izaya Orihara quickly ducked back inside, only barely keeping his head on his body.
"Man, Shizu-chan is pissed today!" the information broker mumbled to himself, escaping farther into the alley, and hopefully away from the psychotic blond.
More objects filled the air, and the pavement they landed on didn't stay intact. Shizuo didn't even notice. He was too busy trying to kill that damn flea. Too focused to even realize that Simon had just caught one of the flying hunks of cement headed towards a crowd of people.
It's not a rare sight to see Shizuo in a fight, Simon thought to himself. Why is there such a crowd?
A group of teenage girls broke apart from the crowd, and one girl dared to even start walking toward the blond lunatic. Simon, who was too preoccupied with the flying debris and injured people lying on the ground, yelled at the girl. Unfortunately, she couldn't hear him over the sounds of another girl screaming obscenities at her. Well, not girl. Young woman. She looked to be about twenty, and was attempting to break through the crowd, her head of furiously pink hair standing out like a sore thumb.
The teen glanced behind her lazily, as if she were fighting herself to not look. The pink haired girl was still screaming, and, finally breaking through the crowd, began to run towards the high teen, pulling a penlight from her bag.
"Guys, you really need to leave," she said to the group as she inspected the misguided teen's eyes, peering into the murky brown depths and seeing the obvious redness. "And take your friend with you."
The group of teens scoffed collectively, pulling the rebel back into the pack and walking away, giggling quietly to themselves about who knows what. The young woman sighed, and turned around, only to be met with the sight of a trash can flying straight at her. She screamed at the top of her lungs, just as Simon jumped in front of her, catching it and hurdling it straight back at where it came from.
Shizuo wasn't expecting that at all, and the trash can sent him flying backwards, directly into a brick wall. The young woman shrieked again, and bolted over to the now unconscious man, dropping her bag in the process.
"Shizuo, SHIZUO!" she called, reaching him and pulling his limp from into a more comfortable position. She pulled his glasses off his face, setting them beside her, and felt around his head and neck for broken bones.
Simon, now just realizing what he had done, started to walk towards his injured friend, but tripped slightly on a bag at his feet.
"What the-" Simon started, before picking up the patchwork shoulder bag and carrying it over to the girl, who was now pulling off her over shirt to ball up and lay under Shizuo's head.
"Thanks, I need this," the young woman said as Simon dropped the bag beside her. "Now, where is my light…?"
Simon sighed. "Miss, what are you doing?" he said, his thick Russian accent masking the words like smooth velvet. Her name escaped Simon. He knew that somewhere, this girl was really important.
"I'm trying to save his life, what the hell else would I be doing?" she half shouted back. "I'm a nurse; I know what I'm doing. Hopefully."
She pulled the shirt out from under Shizuo's head and cursed. Her white tee was now covered in blood. "Thanks a lot, asshat! Now you're bleeding, and I've lost a shirt!" The young woman continued to mumble obscenities at the unconscious man, all while digging through her bag.
"Aha!" she exclaimed as she pulled out a roll of gauze from that patchwork bag. "Hey, Simon, could you go get me ice or something else cold?"
The sushi chef stared in disbelief. "Ah, yeah. Be right back." He bolted off in the direction of his restaurant, flailing and shouting at people who wouldn't more. That girl looked really familiar, and it startled Simon that she knew his name.
"Damn, Shizuo, you're really out, heh?" the young woman chuckled, lifting Shizuo's head onto her lap. At this point she wouldn't care if she got blood on her legs. It was only her boyfriend, Shizuo. She lifted up his head and carefully started wrapping it with the gauze, going under his fringe. After tucking in the stray end, the young woman petted her boyfriend's hair, mumbling to him.
"C'mon, Shizu, time to wake up," she hummed, playfully slapping his face a few times. On the fourth time, a rough had reached up to grab hers, stopping her from slapping him anymore.
"Thanks, Icarus," the blond man sarcastically said, starting to sit up. Icarus just smiled, but her smile faded quickly when Shizuo laid his head back down.
"Hurts too much," he groaned, rubbing his temple. "So, how was your day?"
Icarus laughed. "Eventful. I learned how to properly put a cast on without rebreaking someone's leg. How was yours?"
"Same old, same old. That damn rat showed up, so it kind of went downhill from there."
"No kidding," Icarus said, rubbing Shizuo's hair again. "How're you feeling? Can you wiggle your fingers? Your toes?"
Shizuo, with a look of great determination on his face, wiggled all of his fingers, and then gave Icarus a thumbs up. "I'm all good."
She laughed. "No you're not. Look at what you did to my favorite shirt!" She helped sit Shizuo up, and then reached for her bloodied-up shirt, throwing at Shizuo's face. "All because of your stupid head!"
Shizuo grinned, and then stared at his girlfriend. She was only wearing a tank top now, and it fitted to her curves perfectly. She had blood on her legs, too, since she was only wearing shorts.
"God, is that from me?" the blond said, gesturing to her legs. She nodded. "Sorry about that."
"Gee, thanks for apologizing about my shirt, ya shithead," Icarus grinned deviously, and dodged one of Shizuo's half-hearted attempts at pushing her over. One attack made it through, though, and Icarus was on the ground, laughing as Shizuo towered over her playfully.
"Who's the shithead now?" Shizuo grinned, pinning Icarus to the ground. She ran her hands down the front of his now-disheveled bartender uniform, feeling his rock-hard chest. However Shizuo managed to work out, he did a good job.
"Um, excuse me?" Simon called out, running up to the pair while waving a baggie in the air. "I have ice for Shizuo!"
Shizuo growled, pissed at being interrupted, and stood up somewhat slowly, clutching his head. "Give me that," he said, clenching his teeth.
Simon held out the bag and Shizuo snatched it up, pressing it to the back of his head. Icarus stood up beside him, tripping on her own two feet and falling into Shizuo. She fell into his chest, and he put his arms around her, balancing them both out.
"Sorry about that," Icarus said, blushing and looking away, embarrassed. Shizuo just leaned down (Icarus only reached his shoulder) and pecked her lips.
"Don't worry about it, babe," he said, grinning, and Icarus pulled him back in, smiling against his lips.
Simon stood there, awkwardly twiddling his thumbs, before the lightbulb finally went off. "Aha! You are Icarus Theeves!"
"Really, I had no idea," Icarus said between kisses, glaring at Simon.
The Russian blinked a few times, before turning and admiring the wreckage from the battle. "Oh, Shizuo, you should probably-" The Russian stopped short as he realized he was talking to no one. Icarus' patchwork bad hadn't been picked up off the ground, and Shizuo's glasses lay folded beside it. Simon could see where the duo had taken their exit, since Shizuo's apartment building was right there.
He sighed. "Young love."
Crazy white people.
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Somewhere, deep in the shadows of Ikebukuro, a grinning Izaya plotted his next plan of attack onto his favorite toy, Shizuo.
"Hey, he has a girlfriend, right?" he said, talking to no one but himself. "This should be fun."
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LOL SO YEAH THIS IS HAPPENING. /dead/
So I deleted my old fanfic, since it was stupid and I can't really write Izaya in character. This shall take its place, lol. Backstory-ish type thing to come in the next chapter hahahahaha….kill me please /dead/
