Snow and ice covered the grounds of Ikebukuro, they had the worst winter storm in history to thank for that. None the less there was still work that had to be done. Raven hair waved in the wind as the informant dashed down the streets of Ikebukuro in any attempt to lose the gang that was hot on his tail. It seemed as though his tactics were all but failed attempts, this was the mastermind of the underworld however and he always had a trick up his sleeve.
One sharp turn was followed by another, he had them exactly where he wanted them. Stopping abruptly on the busy street the raven haired informant paid no mind to the calls from the men chasing him when they also stopped and surrounded him. A smirk plastered onto the pale features as Izaya spoke in a calm but cocky voice. "Now, now gentlemen. No need to get violent." As this was said the smallest of the gang members stepped forward. Dramatically sighing the underground informant set a hand on his head and glanced at his phone for the time. "Alright have it your way. We'll have to be quick though, Shiki-san doesn't like to be kept waiting." With that the first swing of a bat was made which Izaya expertly avoided. What was to follow was a mess of crowbars and pipes that all came at the informat brokers head. Dodging with ease the teenage male used the ice and snow to his advantage pushing and sliding the seemingly tired gangsters into the unforgiving snow banks for them to stay until there was only him and two men left. One tall and muscular while the runt of the group seemed to come back for a second round. This runt sure seemed to be a cocky little thing. This thought was then proven moments later when he merely giving a frustrated sigh when the short male who barely reached his shoulders pulled a gun on him. For someone who loved humans, these ones sure did piss him off. "As much as I love our little spats gentlemen I really do have to get going." With that said and a flick of the wrist he faced the runt and pointed his freshly sharpened blade directly at his throat. The flat, smooth side of the blade pressed to the chin of the youngsters chin to tilt it up. Forcing the kid to face him more properly.
"Woah, woah, woah. Now that's enough. Break it up you three." Crimson eyes merely glanced at the dark skinned, muscular, and familiar man who rushed over to them from his spot on the other side of the street before captivating his full attention back onto his opponent . A split second was all it took for the gun wielding gang member to gain the upper hand. Just a mere fraction of a second and the tables had turned. That cocky son of a bitch turned his gun from facing the raven haired informants to their new uninvited guests head. Of course this cocky kid had felt the need to choose now to prove himself to the rest of the gang despite all but one of them being very much unconscious.
His humans really never ceased to surprise him, with a small smirk he quickly and swiftly made a move as to tackle the federal agent that was now a mere feet away from himself. As he did so he felt the small metal bullet get lodged deep inside his left shoulder. Cringing at the pain he was then up in seconds and on the attack. Starting with the tall, muscular male then moving to the little brat that just tried to kill his human. Did he not realize how much work he had to go through to get the american team to Japan? After everything he had went through he had the audacity to attempt to kill him just like that.
Despite the bullet being lodged in his shoulder the raven used his left hand to wield the blade as he pressed the sharp blade to the boy's chin once more. Slowly using the sharp, blood covered object to lift the head till crimson eyes met with mocha ones. His expression was dull, eyes conveying no emotion as the informant watched the young gang member quiver with fear. His head tilted to the side in a questioning manner.
"Orihara, quit playing with the boy." The dark, un-amused tone sent a small smirk over the pale features of the younger of the two men. Retracting his blood soaked blade he folded it and stuffed it into the pocket of his favorite jeans. "Ah, Shiki-san. My apologies. As you can see I got a bit tied up." Eyes moved from the nicely dressed executive to the obviously fearful boy who dashed off into the distance. "Shiki-san how dare you scare off my gue-." "Do you have it?" Shoving his hand into his jeans pocket Izaya pulled out the flash drive he knew the other was speaking of. Holding it up into the executive's view the small, pale hand then closed around it securely when one of the goons tried to snatch it from him. "Ah, ah. Shiki-san is forgetting something." A playful smirk worked its way onto the raven's lips, eyes narrowing slightly as he waited to see if the overly dressed Awakusu-Kai leader would hold up his end of the deal.
As if on cue fingers snapped and one of the white suits oafs opened a briefcase to show him the contents. "You were late, so as punishment you shall only receive half this time. Also…" With another snap of the bony fingers one of the oafs that had been behind Izaya stepped forward, wrapping his hand securely around the informants mouth and grabbing onto the good arm that instinctively when for his switchblade in his pocket. Watching with an overly bored expression Shiki gave a small tilt of his head when the young informant didn't squirm or attempt to escape in the slightest. "Never keep me waiting, Orihara." With a final snap of his fingers the strong looking oaf grabbed onto Izaya's free wrist, his other hand resting firmly on the injured shoulder. With one fluid motion he pulled, twisting the arm out of place and successfully dislocating the shoulder. Screams of pain and agony were muffled by the hand firmly wrapped around the mouth as the bullet went deeper and deeper into his already bleeding wound.
The briefcase was set down beside the informant as he was released by the two strong oafs. One of them bent down and picked up the flash drive that had fallen at some point during the act. A pale and shaky hand moved to wrap around his now throbbing shoulder as the teen spoke in a low voice, head bowed to the ground with crimson eyes covered by smooth eyelids. "My apologies Shiki-san. It won't happen again." And with that the executive and his oafs left the bleeding informant to fend for himself.
