Shizou started out his day sitting in the small sports bar in west Ikebukuro, in his usual attire of bartender clothing. He wasn't quite a bartender, not many people had any idea what he was. But there he was, sitting in his bartender wear and smoking his ciggarette. He wasn't the type to care about his health. Not much anymore.
A couple was sitting on the opposite side of the bar counter, beginning to argue about their ''love''. Shizou was not a fan of love. And the man, he was annoying. Very annoying.
"Goto hell, cunt, I didn't touch that bitch," the man said about 5 times. Shizou didn't hear the girls response. She was pretty. She didn't deserve to be talked to like that. Seeing as the bar didn't have a bouncer, Shizou was the bouncer. He wouldn't let stuff like this do bad for the business. With adrenaline going through him, which was common place without confrontations he went to the man. " What the hell do you want? Fucking bartender trying to get in my shit, " the man said while Shizou tapped his shoulder. " Me and my so called girl here are having a conversation, so step off. "
Shizou was frowning. But, his eyes were blazing. "You, sir, should get out. Before I make you get out," Shizou'd been saying, obviously holding himself back, his voice almost like a quiet growl.
"Fuck you, I'm not going to get kicked out by some bartender, go get bent," the man flinched as he sad the last part of the phrase. He saw Shizou bite down on his ciggarette, then proceed to break it on the ground. Everyone else in the area of Ikebukuro knew Shizou, and knew this was the sign you went too far. He was not someone most people would dare mess with. Too bad the man talking down to Shizou didn't know who he was, he was here, visiting family. "Shit! What in the hell are you ," in a flash Shizou had lifted the man, who now that he wasn't sitting down seemed to be a bit roundish, and punched him in the mouth. "What in the hell did you call her? I coulda swore I heard the word cunt leave your fat ass's mouth!" Shizou said while his eyes widened and he removed his glasses.
The fat man began to stutter a reply, but Shizou grimaced and punched him into a booth. After he went to the fat man again, the fat man had already pissed himself and began to cry. Shizou stopped and spit on the table the fat man had fallen over. "Cowards like you, yelling at women, disgust me.. Get out of my bar."
The fat man crawled out of the booth with a half stumble and ran out of the bar door, narrowly missing a man coming in. Shizou sighed when he saw who the man was coming in was. Why do the idiots always come in pairs?
Izaya Orihara was an imformant for the police of Ikebukuro. And also the well known enemy of Shizou. It's not that Shizou had any reason to dislike him. He just had this feeling, this feeling that Izaya was nothing but bad. "What do you want, Orihara?" Shizou said once Izaya was in striking range. The nerve of Izaya to come unto my turf like it's nothing. Snitchs pissed Shizou off. He worked with the Yakuza at times. He didn't like people who were snitches, always getting in the way. "Shizzy! I see your doing good. You and your pleasantries."
"Get out,"Shizou ordered quietly.
"Nice place you got here Shizzy, oh, and a cute girl here," Izaya made a grinning wave to the young women who was still in awe at how easily Shizou made her boyfriend look like a coward. "I told you to get out!" Shizou was no longer quiet, he was pissed. His hand went for the closest object he could grab: a stool that was bolted to the ground. And ripped it out of the tiled floor to launch it at Izaya. Izaya leaned aside and it barely missed him. " Your so cute when you get mad Shizzy, " Izaya said with a grin as he ducked under Shizou's fist as he punched at him.
A couple was sitting on the opposite side of the bar counter, beginning to argue about their ''love''. Shizou was not a fan of love. And the man, he was annoying. Very annoying.
"Goto hell, cunt, I didn't touch that bitch," the man said about 5 times. Shizou didn't hear the girls response. She was pretty. She didn't deserve to be talked to like that. Seeing as the bar didn't have a bouncer, Shizou was the bouncer. He wouldn't let stuff like this do bad for the business. With adrenaline going through him, which was common place without confrontations he went to the man. " What the hell do you want? Fucking bartender trying to get in my shit, " the man said while Shizou tapped his shoulder. " Me and my so called girl here are having a conversation, so step off. "
Shizou was frowning. But, his eyes were blazing. "You, sir, should get out. Before I make you get out," Shizou'd been saying, obviously holding himself back, his voice almost like a quiet growl.
"Fuck you, I'm not going to get kicked out by some bartender, go get bent," the man flinched as he sad the last part of the phrase. He saw Shizou bite down on his ciggarette, then proceed to break it on the ground. Everyone else in the area of Ikebukuro knew Shizou, and knew this was the sign you went too far. He was not someone most people would dare mess with. Too bad the man talking down to Shizou didn't know who he was, he was here, visiting family. "Shit! What in the hell are you ," in a flash Shizou had lifted the man, who now that he wasn't sitting down seemed to be a bit roundish, and punched him in the mouth. "What in the hell did you call her? I coulda swore I heard the word cunt leave your fat ass's mouth!" Shizou said while his eyes widened and he removed his glasses.
The fat man began to stutter a reply, but Shizou grimaced and punched him into a booth. After he went to the fat man again, the fat man had already pissed himself and began to cry. Shizou stopped and spit on the table the fat man had fallen over. "Cowards like you, yelling at women, disgust me.. Get out of my bar."
The fat man crawled out of the booth with a half stumble and ran out of the bar door, narrowly missing a man coming in. Shizou sighed when he saw who the man was coming in was. Why do the idiots always come in pairs?
Izaya Orihara was an imformant for the police of Ikebukuro. And also the well known enemy of Shizou. It's not that Shizou had any reason to dislike him. He just had this feeling, this feeling that Izaya was nothing but bad. "What do you want, Orihara?" Shizou said once Izaya was in striking range. The nerve of Izaya to come unto my turf like it's nothing. Snitchs pissed Shizou off. He worked with the Yakuza at times. He didn't like people who were snitches, always getting in the way. "Shizzy! I see your doing good. You and your pleasantries."
"Get out,"Shizou ordered quietly.
"Nice place you got here Shizzy, oh, and a cute girl here," Izaya made a grinning wave to the young women who was still in awe at how easily Shizou made her boyfriend look like a coward. "I told you to get out!" Shizou was no longer quiet, he was pissed. His hand went for the closest object he could grab: a stool that was bolted to the ground. And ripped it out of the tiled floor to launch it at Izaya. Izaya leaned aside and it barely missed him. " Your so cute when you get mad Shizzy, " Izaya said with a grin as he ducked under Shizou's fist as he punched at him.