Affectionate Violence

by great-pan-is-dead

-OneShot- So maybe it was controversial, but a warming hug and a rubbish bin flung in your face weren't that different, right? Shizuo didn't exactly expect it to kill him anyway; one day perhaps Izaya's pride would falter, but until then, the streets of Ikebukuro would just have to remain host to thrown large objects aimed at a man scaling buildings with ease.

Some people say things with flowers.
Some people show things with a kiss.

Okay, so yeah,
He said it with a kick in the face and it was shown with the occasional thrown vending machine, but at the end of the day, what was the difference?

Bruises, cuts and broken bones, he thought, but then that depended on how you liked to give said flowers and kisses.
Apart from that small detail, there was nothing. Maybe that's what drove him to continue to haul torn up street signs at that sneering face, framed in messy dark hair and that aggravatingly furry, fluffy hood.

That and the fact that he was taunting, annoying, had too bigger ego and was just there.
Oh, and the grudge held for humiliating him in the past.
That part.

That original reason had perhaps become a little to vague, forgotten and scarred over. In the back of his mind, that fact was what sent his fists to continue to mutilate the streets with every available heavy object thrown in the hope of that smirk to falter.

But wasn't it 'kill' that was always roared from his lips?

To make Izaya Orihara falter, to hesitate, to fail, was to kill him. To send that pride crashing down was to destroy him from the inside, whilst grappled metal and steel fists destroyed him from the out.

Yes, Shizuo Heiwajima got along with Ikebukuro's visiting Information Broker just fine.

It was just as well that all the opposition fought with was a pocket knife, an irritating nick-name and a rat-like stench.
Otherwise, he might have had to resort to trying to throw small buildings, and then there would be trouble.