Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara.
Izaya Orihara had never been dumped before that day. That bitch would pay for what she had done to him. If being dumped wasn't enough, she had done it in front of the whole class. She said that he was manipulative and did not care for her properly. He leaned his head to the wall, puffing out the smoke of his cigarette. He did not like to smoke, but in that situation, he needed it.
The trashcan that hit him, did not surprise him at all. He stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"I don't have mood for you today, so leave," he said to the panting boy before him.
"What's up, Izaya? A little break up shattered you that much?" Shizuo asked with a content smile on his face. A little amount of his hair fell into his eyes and Izaya, he had no idea why, found the movement with which Shizu-chan pushed them aside, mesmerizing.
"Because you have so much experience about breaking ups," Izaya's voice was full with loathing.
Shizuo twitched as an answer.
"Maybe not, but watching you being humiliated was enough for me." In the next moment, Izaya was on the top of him. Shizuo blocked his punch, laughing. "So, that's why you always send others to finish me off. You, yourself is too weak to do so."
Izaya growled, trying to kick him. Shizuo blocked his kick as well. After that, he kicked Izaya's left foot underneath him. Izaya landed on his back with a thud.
"Ouch!" He felt as his wrists were being squeezed by his enemy. Shizuo brought them up over Izayas' head. Izaya wanted to split him in the face, but he was too angry to do anything.
Shizuo was looking at his rival with his lips slightly parted. As Izaya squirmed under him, he had to realize that he had never seen him that vulnerable.
"Are you happy now?!" Izaya practically screamed into his face with the tears of weakness gathering in his eyes. He turned his head away from the other, trying Shizuo prevent from seeing them. Shizuo turned Izaya's head back by his chin and – led by some kind of unknowable force – kissed them down.
"Shizuo! Izaya! Where are you, boys?" They heared Shinra's voice. Shizuo jumped up and stormed out into the opposite direction. Izaya sat up, putting his hand onto his pounding heart. "Ah, there you are!" Shinra said, gasping for air. When he saw his friends' reddish cheeks, he raised his eyebrows up. "What happened?"
Izaya looked up at him helplessly.
"I have no idea."