"IZAYA!" Giving an yelp, a man dodged to the side, his red and black jacket's hood slapping him in the face. Another man with blonde hair swung a sign about twice Hachi's size, and while he did not fear death (he would welcome it) a blow of that caliber while it would not kill him- however breaking every bone in his body would be an easy feat. Why couldn't people leave him alone? He internally wailed, his heartbeat fluctuating as he kept on thinking of all the horrible things humans had done. The sign grazed his arm, and he snapped out of it.

Stepping several steps back, he dug desperately into his pockets, secretly pulling out a Saika out from his palm. His already red eyes flashed an even brighter crimson. The blonde man's face flicked to an expression of surprise when he drew his fancy hilted dagger out from his pocket. Or was it the red eyes? Hachi had a hard time telling.

The tell-tale pattering of fingers made him dance away to the nearest alley, his legs pushing him into the comforting darkness of it. He must of outrun the man- he had come onto Hachi with remarkable killing intent, Mother herself yearned to slash him. Or was it him that wanted to slash? It didn't matter, as long as they didn't come towards him again.

Leaning his back onto the brickwall, he dug his Saika into the wall, a long squealing noise following his action. He wrapped his arms around his knees and stared up and the pouring sky.

Previously-

"Why is the flea back in my city?!" Shizuo clamped his teeth around his cancer stick, foot grinding into the dirt. Beside him, a woman clad in a black jumpsuit responded with a PDA shoved in the his face.

[Has he already recovered from his 'loss'?]

The question only seemed to enrage the man more.

"Hell if I should know! That flea!"

[It could be a rumour. He is known for his black and white coat, not black and red. He could be a cosplayer or some relative of his.] The fortissimo of Ikeburoko didn't seemed satisfied though, as he threw down his cigarette down and crushed it. A snarl lined his face, as he bent over, trying his best not to radiate killer's intent. That all went south as his nose caught a unpleasant scent. That flea!

Pivoting, he lunged, arms out stretched as he tore a stop sign right out of the concrete. The steel pole groaned slightly from the pressure but it stayed intact. None of this registered in Shizuo's head though- all his senses were focused on one target a figure clad in black and red. "IZAYA!"

He waited for the flea to turn his head, grin his familiar smile and step out of the way, then their game of cat and mouse would continue.

Instead the flea, looked taken off guard, of all things and he actually he yelped. The flea would not let his ego take another blow. So why?

Then his narrow eyes stared glowing, like the girl with glasses. And instead of a his usual unadorned flick- blade, a small dagger? That had momentarily pulled him out of his rage-induced stupor, and pulled him into a new stupor. A staring one. Then the flea had taken the opportunity to run.

What was going on?

[That looked like a Saika]

Shizuo snorted. How was he supposed to know some name like that?