"I WILL KILL HIM IF IT'S THE LAST THING I'LL EVER DO!" The man in the bartender suit yelled out angrily. He stomped his feet into the sidewalk, leaving a small dent in the concrete from his sheer strength. "Dammit dammit dammit dammit...ARGH! How annoying!" The man with golden hair growled. He finally calmed down just a little when a pair of soft, gentle hands held his arms. [Insert name] stared at him and sighed.
"I'm fine...he didn't hurt me anywhere. All he did was talk..."
"STILL! If I hadn't shown up he would have cut you or something! I should have killed him when I had the chance... dammit!" He sighed heavily and pulled out a cigarette, placing it in between his lips as he lit the tobacco stick up.
It was almost frightening. To think [insert name] had gotten herself into a relationship with this brutal, powerful and absolutely mad man. She couldn't help it exactly, she saw inside him a kind, gentle person who only wanted to be accepted for who he is. But even so, when he got mad, even she was a little frightened of him.
Shizuo Heiwajima was renowned as the strongest man in ikebukuro. He grew up in an ordinary family with his younger brother, kasuka heiwajima, or otherwise known as yuuhei hanejima. He had a peculiar ability in which his brain could not restrict the amount of power his muscles could produce. This ability was usual for normal humans as a form of self-protection. But shizuo didn't have it.
He had extreme misgivings about his strength, wishing with his might to grow stronger in order to control it. But whenever he got angry, his body would only move on its own. Especially when seeing Izaya, but that was the only time Shizuo didn't wish to control his madness. He absolutely hated the information broker, loathed him with a passion.
"Tanaka-san...?" [Insert name] looked around for the debt collector. Shizuo worked as Tom's bodyguard and would often follow him around, more often than not beating people up along the way.
"Tch...I should have told him before I ran to beat up the flea... he must be wondering where I am now." Shizuo inhaled the toxins of the cigarette and blowed out of frustration.
"You didn't have to...like I said, izaya-"
"I don't care if he hurt you or not! I don't want that goddamn flea to stand any closer than twenty feet of you!" He whipped his head to the girl and gave her a glare. She wasn'r sure if he was angry at her for allowing herself to be near Izaya, or he was being like a child who is being selfish, not wanting to share its toy with anyone else. Shizuo was quite the possessive boyfriend. Although, of course, he wouldn't ever admit it verbally.
Just then, they walked past Russian sushi, where Simon was handing out flyers outside as usual.
"ShizuOH!" Simon greeted with his heavy russian accent," would you like to eat some sushi? Sushi is good!"
"Yo. Not right now, Simon..." Shizuo stopped to look at the black russian sushi chef.
"You going on a date? Why not eat some sushi? Good for dates!" Simon smiled at [insert name] and said with his poor japanese.
"E-eh? Date...?" [Insert name] blushed,"we're not exactly...having a date now,really."
"You two cute together, you know? Get married. Have some babies?"
[Insert name]'s blush grew darker, spreading across her nose. She looked down and was about to say something when Shizuo spoke up.
"Ah. That sounds good. Having a family and all..." the strong man's voice was gentle. She slowly looked up and blinked, seeing for a moment Shizuo having a sincere, kind smile on his face. [Insert name] smiled too, turning to simon,"maybe...someday."