Ahh. My first fanfiction that I felt comfortable enough to put out on the internet, and it's a short one! But, hey. Short and sweet can be nice.
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Disclaimer: Of course, the characters and Durarara! belong to their respective owners, not me.
"In-see-dee-uhh…. En-sii-da…" Shizuo sighed, frustrated. He was sitting in one of the comfy chairs that were placed in various spots around the public library, thumbing though a dictionary. The man was not very bright, and everyone around was well aware of this. The fact that he gets frustrated by large words was a given. Everyone who saw him in the building was sure to steer clear of him, since it would only be a matter of time before books began flying.
The muscular blonde had been chatting away with Kida Masaomi earlier in the day, both of them lamenting about Izaya and his awful personality. Kida had referred to the informant as "insidious", and, Shizuo being Shizuo, he had no idea what that word meant. Not wanting to look like an idiot, he just nodded and let Kida continue on with the conversation.
That word kept playing though his mind, though. Shizuo had no idea why, either. It drove him mad with curiosity, even to the point where he'd end up in his current position, dictionary in hand. Knowing how to spell the word would be a good start, but far be it from Shizuo to ask. That's like asking for directions. No male does such a thing. Sounding the word out, he decided that it might be in the "e" section of the dictionary; which, of course, is wrong.
After five minutes of fruitless page flipping and mind-numbing vocabulary, Heiwajima Shizuo snapped. The dictionary was ripped in half, pages loosened from the binding and sent scattering across the floor. He let out a primal scream and threw the halves of the book through a near by wall. He then went for the chair he was sitting in. People grabbed their books and belongings and quickly evacuated the building, letting the Incredible Hulk reek havoc upon the innocent library. One corner was spared the destruction, and amongst those books lie one lone man, giggling madly at the scene before him. He was safe, of course; the blonde would never notice him in his fit of rage.
The aftermath was gruesome, to say the least. Books lay on the ground throughout the area, beaten and battered. Cases were smashed beyond recognition, desks broken apart, and walls riddled with holes. Shizuo made himself a new door to exit though with the help of one of the pieces of furniture laying about. Clenching his fists, he walked off, soon to be harassed by the police for all of the damage to public property.
The chuckling man soon left as well (swiping a few books for his own collection, of course) after surveying the damage. While he was curious to know the "what"s, "why"s and "how"s of the situation, he deemed it best left alone and continued on.
Orihara Izaya had managed to cause Shizuo to fly into a fit of rage without even doing anything.
Alright, so the thing with the dictionary. I realize that Japanese dictionaries are set up far differently than most others, since they don't have an alphabet and a person can't really find a word by going off it's spelling. But, I wrote it this way and it's staying this way. Sodon'tkillmeforitplease.