Panda-Chan: Can I ask you guys a question? WHY IS THERE NOT MORE VAMPIREIZAYA AND PRIESTSHIZUO!? I love them so very much but there sadly isn't as much of it as I'd like TT^TT So~ here's my own contribution to the wonders of priest and vampire love! Also, whilst thinking this little doozy up, I just so happened to be listening to a song by the wondrous band Tool, and so the title came from that very song haha Hope you enjoy! Love you~! Xxx
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There had been another death. The fifth one that week. The victim had been a girl, young with a promising future ahead of her. She'd been found just as the others had; lying in an alleyway in the city, two puncture wound somewhere on her body and her throat cut open. The police were in full belief that they were dealing with a serial killer. Well, they weren't completely wrong.
The streets were oddly quiet for nine o'clock in the evening. People already having hurried to the safety of their homes. The few people still roaming about were either ignorant or unafraid. Shizuo Heiwajima was among those who didn't fear the threat of a serial killer. In all honestly, why should he have been afraid? He was Shizuo Heiwajima for Christ sake!
Another person who found the whole idea no-more than interesting was Izaya Orihara. The informant was no more than mildly interested in the thought of some blood-hungry human running around; they would probably be caught in due time anyway.
The Black Rider was also on the road, though not a single person expected her to feel fear towards the person responsible for the deaths of all of those innocent people.
The streets truly had become less bustling and noisy; the grey figures that filled the city became much less clustered as the moon replaced the sun.
"Hey man, I think I'll head home."
Oh don't be such a coward.
"Yeah, I'm with ya. It's too dangerous to be wonderin' around."
Oh come on, you're out in public, no-one's going to attack you here.
"Seeya tomorrow."
"Yeah, seeya."
Izaya sighed as he watched the two high school boy's part ways. Seriously, there was no threat in walking around in public. Ikebukuro had slowly become more and more boring to visit as people grew more and more afraid to go anywhere unless it was absolutely necessary. The informant found that the only enjoyment he could find going to the city anymore was to taunt and anger the Monster of Ikebukuro.
"Izaya!" Ah, Simon. The information broker smiled up at the Russian man, chuckling as a pamphlet was shoved into his hand. "Izaya, you come to Russia Sushi, we have good deal on Ootoro for you today!"
"I think I might just take you up on that offer, Simon." Izaya laughed at the large grin that spread across the Russians face.
"Good! Very good! I will see you later! You go and enjoy sushi." Izaya nodded, waving his hand as he made his way to the sushi restaurant.
"Do you think we should get going?" Erika's voice spoke once Izaya walked through the doors of the restaurant.
"Nah, we'll be fine here." That'd be Dotachin. Izaya made his way to the counter, sitting just a few seats down from the group.
"You guys talking about the new 'killer' in town?" He questioned, bringing all attention to him.
"Oh Izaya, hi," Erika smiled as Walker grinned next to her, "Yeah, we're talking about him."
"Him? What makes you think it's a him?"
"Well most of the deaths were big street thug and gang members; it'd be easier for a guy to kill people like them without causing a commotion." Izaya simply chuckled at the woman's words. Easier for a man? Perhaps she'd forgotten about a few characters known publicly as the slasher and the black rider.
"That's an interesting thought," The informant said before ordering his meal. Truthfully, he couldn't care what these people thought. Whether the killer was a man or a woman, they would soon be caught before too many of his precious humans were killed.
Stinks… Shizuo resisted the urge to bock his nose and hold his breath at the stench. It had been around all day, which meant the flea had been in Ikebukuro all day. But, the blonde hadn't found spotted him once, so there didn't seem to be anything to worry about. His day had gone relatively smooth, with one or two incidences that almost had him quitting his job in anger. He was just grateful that the flea hadn't been there to make matter worse and rub it in his face that he was the cause for another loss of job. Luckily, Shizuo still had many days ahead of debt collecting. One thing that had him pissed off was all this talked of a serial killer running around. Seriously, what was the big deal? It was just some psychopath who thought it was okay to get people alone in an alleyway, drain all their blood using needles or whatever and then cut their throat. No big deal, right…? Okay, so maybe there was reason for panic… But there was no-way Shizuo Heiwajima had anything to worry about. Izaya Orihara on the other hand… As skilled as that guy was with a knife and his parkour abilities, he was still a human, and if he was cornered and overpowered, he didn't have some great inhuman talent to get himself out…
[Shizuo?] The blonde barely noticed when Celty shoved her PDA in his face, having pulled up beside the smoking man as he stood on the sidewalk, staring blankly at the cement, [Are you alright?] Shizuo simply blinked in surprise, taking in a deep breath of the cancerous smoke.
"Yeah," He sighed, the grey cloud whooshing past his lips, "Just thinkin'…"
[About?]
"…Izaya…" It was both an answer to the woman's question, and an observation as his eyes caught sight of the flea just across the road, existing Russian Sushi with a box of food. "I'll talk to you later." Without waiting for a response, the man took off sprinting across the road with a loud cry of the flea's name.
The chased lasted nearly an hour, with Izaya dodging numerous signs and vending machines as the blonde charged after him. This was the only thing the city had going for it anymore, in Izaya's opinion, aside from the clients and gangs, Shizuo provided him with the most entertainment.
Without a second thought, the informant turned sharply down an alleyway, grinning all the way as the ex-bartender followed behind. The grin didn't last long, however, as the noir haired man stopped short towards the end of that alley, his eyes focused on the large lump like figure hidden in the shadows. His ears vaguely picked up the sound of Shizuo running up behind him, and the time seemed to run in slow motion. The strange lump began to move slightly, part of it rising up to show that it was not just some strange lump, but a person. Well, two people to be specific, one on top of the other, and as the one currently sitting up turned to look at Izaya, he felt his heart jump and his breath catch in his throat. For a moment, he was immobilized, stuck on the spot as that figure rose to stand, stepping over the body on the ground and moving to emerge from within the shadow. Izaya's feet moved of their own free will, turning and running, barely noticing as his shoulder bumped against Shizuo's. He looked over his shoulder for only a second, his eyes looked past the slightly shock blonde to the figure staring after him, it's blood red eyes glowing at him from the shadows.
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"Shinra," Izaya paced around his apartment, his cellphone pressed firmly against his ear, "I saw it Shinra."
"Saw what?" The doctor had clearly been asleep when the ravenette called, "Izaya what did you see?"
"The killer," The informant fell back on his couch, running his fingers through his hair, "Shizu-Chan was there as well…"
"Are you both alright? Where are you now?"
"I'm back home but… You uh… Maybe you'd wanna call Shizu-Chan. I don't know what happened to him."
"I'm sure he can handle himself. He's probably dragged them to the cops already-"
"It wasn't human!" Izaya couldn't help but blurt the words out, "That thing was not human. There's no way…"
"How do you know? How do you even know it was the same killer the police are after?"
"Trust me Shinra… Just call the protozoan…" Without another word, the informant snapped his phone just, letting out a sigh before tossing it off to the side. He raised a hand in the air, staring up at it as it shook ever so slightly. He had no-idea what it was, but he was afraid… He was afraid of that thing in the alleyway.
Vaguely, he wondered about Shizuo; about whether or not the brute made it out of there. Of course he did… Izaya closed his eyes and smiled lightly, He's too stubborn to let something like that kill him. He flinched ever so slightly as thunder sounded in the distance. Cracking an eye open, he glanced out towards the window, watching the heavy clouds approaching slowly. The stars were being shrouding in darkness as the clinched their way closer.
There was a storm coming.