The beast was on the prowl. His golden mane cascaded down to his shoulders, and his amber eyes searched for one thing, and one thing only. He growled lowly as he caught it's scent.
The Flea. Izaya Orihara. The man was a cruel, evil human being. He ruined the lives of those he claimed to love, those humans he considered to be his. He resorted to trickery and lies rather than violence. His black hair was as dark as his empty heart. He wore a long, black coat with fur on the hood, as if to feign innocence.
However, the beast called Shizuo Heiwajima, he was different. He was the embodiment of violence itself. He lived in constant seclusion. He walked among many, yet he was always alone, fated to never be known for his heart rather than his actions. He resembled a lion, in actions and in appearance. His hair was a bleached gold, warning those to yield to his presence. He wore a simple bartender's outfit, complete with shades and a bowtie. A half-lit cigarette protruded from between his lips, calming his nerves ever so slightly.
Upon sensing the man he called Flea, Shizuo stalked toward his prey, intent to kill. Soon enough the intruder was found, skipping along with a fresh box of fatty tuna in his grasp.
"Oi, Flea!" Shizuo hollered for Izaya's attention. Izaya turned to face his sworn enemy, that ever present grin spreading across his face.
"Ah, Shizu-chan," Izaya beamed, "Fancy seeing you here!"
"How many times do I have to tell you," Shizuo growled threateningly, "To stay out of Ikebukuro?" To this Izaya only laughed.
"Oh, Shizu-chan, I'm not causing any harm. I just went to Russia Sushi to buy some Ootoro. See?" Izaya showcased his fatty tuna in an attempt to cover up his pathetic lie. However, Shizuo was not at all satisfied with this answer.
"Like hell you did!" Shizuo threw his cigarette to the ground before crushing it beneath his foot, twisting it like he soon would Izaya's neck. As if sensing the danger, Izaya turned on his heel and ran. But, Shizuo wasn't giving chase quite yet. Instead, he trudged over to a nearby vending machine. Passersby began to run, screaming that the monster of Ikebukuro was on a rampage.
Not caring about anybody who saw, Shizuo slid his fingers under the corners of the machine. With minimal effort, he lifted it out of the ground, despite it being bolted down.
"IIIIIIZAAAAYAAA-KUUUUUN!" With a feral roar, Shizuo flung the vending machine toward the Flea, missing by mere inches as Izaya stepped to the side. In retaliation, the raven-haired man threw tiny knives at his pursuer, but they didn't slow the raging man down. Rather, they seemed to make him angrier. Shizuo then proceeded to rip a bus sign out of the ground before running for Izaya once again.
The chase didn't last long because, for the first time in all the seven years of their undying hate for one another, Izaya slipped. As he had turned into a nearby alleyway, his ankle had twisted at an odd angle. As the chase continued, the gap between them grew smaller and smaller. Soon, Shizuo was upon him.
Shizuo threw the bus sign in front of Izaya just as he was about to turn, lodging itself deep into the wall and stopping Izaya in his tracks. Shizuo placed on hand on the other side of Izaya's head, completely trapping him in a cage of fear and and anger and hatred and excitement and adrenaline and-
"I've finally caught you, Flea."
Izaya, though terrified, still attempted to look unafraid.
"I suppose you have." He was caught. For the first time in his twenty-three years of life, he was caught.
Oh, how unpredictable his humans were.
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So, this was just a little project for my Creative Writing class. It had to be between 500 and 1,000 words, so... Here you go. :)
