The people were as plain as ever on such a dull day. Shizuo threw his hands in his pockets and kept his head down low. Today seemed a bit quiet, not much gang violence like they usually had. It was peaceful for once, but he didn't know if he enjoyed that very much. The silence almost drove him as crazy as that one.
"Oh Shizu-chan," the voice flowed through his ears. That voice that boiled his blood up to the point where he almost exploded was here. That voice that he wanted to get rid of fell right into the palm of his hand.
"Izaya," he growled, quickly turning around to face the flea he wanted to get rid of. "Get the fuck out of here!"
"Oh, but what fun is that, Shizu-chan?" The voice kept speaking. The voice kept irritating him.
"I'm going to tear you apart!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. His fingers wrapped around the nearest stop sign, pulling it out of the ground. Izaya only laughed at his attempt at trying to become scary. Then after he sent the sign flying towards Izaya, he just stepped to the side like it wasn't a big deal or anything.
"You're so mean to me sometimes," he sighed dramatically as he whipped his knife out towards him. Screams of the people almost blocked out his voice from Shizuo, but it wasn't good enough. They scattered throughout the city, wanting to be anywhere but in the middle of Shizuo and Izaya.
"Stop talking, you damn flea!" Shizuo charged at him. There was no weapon in his hand, but there was a plan. Izaya didn't act like it, but he was caught off guard by his sudden charge. Usually he had some time while Shizuo would try and pick up another sign or vending machine.
Shizuo's hand smacked the knife away from Izaya's. It flew to the side, far enough that Izaya couldn't grasp it again. Then Shizuo's fingers clutched Izaya's shirt, bringing their faces only inches apart from each other.
"You stupid, flea," he growled. On impulse Shizuo slammed Izaya against the brick wall. Izaya let out a small groan from the pain as his eyes narrowed towards Shizuo. From the corner of his eye Shizuo noticed the lone knife on the ground. Struggling to pick it up after a few failed attempts he held it tightly in his hand. "I told you to stop talking!"
