A week has passed since I've last visited Dr. Tachibana.

In any case, there's work for me to do. With all the time I had, I just took out the easiest thing to digest to get rid of my anger problems again for the 65th time this week. It was just a piece of paper, but it's better than giving me a 500-page manual that I don't even think of a damn:

Deep Breathing

This is one of the most basic treatments in managing your anger. Whenever you feel stressed, angered, annoyed, pissed, [insert 'angry-related' word here] and you think that you want to throw something or act violently at the situation, take in a few deep breathes before making your next move. It's nothing too difficult, give it a try.

There are some bottles of sweet-smelling liquids in the package too, but I did the rest when I got home one night without any disturbance going on from ANYONE. That night, I did that while locking the main entrance and even switched my cell phone off, following whatever instructions that Dr. Tachibana instructed in another manual. And yes, I was only covering my body with a towel since I have no other spare clothes for me to wear.

It was that easy, spraying a bottle of lavender and rose scent around the entire room. The smell was thick the first time I got the chance to sniff it up. If you're thinking that I'll start doing yoga stunts after this, sorry, you've come to the wrong person. Since my bones get tougher once I've grown older after all the carrying I did since I was a kid, Shinra did advice me not to do any complicated stunts, as any pushing on my frangible bones would result in permanent damage . Rather, I sat with my legs crossed, while meditating and following the rhythm of my heartbeat.

It was all right for the first 20 minutes since I've began my 'therapy', until…

"Hey, Shizzy! What are you doing over there with only a towel on? And what's that strange smell coming from?"

My enemy at the window.

Orihara Izaya.

That stupid flea.

Izaya.

Izaya.

Izaya.

IZAYA.

IZAYA!

IZAYA!!

IZAYA!!!

"IZAYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I don't know what came over me. Really. That voice of duplicity is really getting on my nerves. At the moment, killing him on the spot is all that matters. Nothing else.

"Hmm. Seeing you with only a towel as clothing is pathetic, Shizzy. Out of cash lately, huh?"

"Don't you get away from me this time, you fucking flea!"

At that moment, I pushed the window aside; climbing up the roof at where that flagitious Izaya was standing, sadistically grinning at me in a distance away. I just let myself let loose, my legs running after Izaya as fast as I could. Jumping about 25 meters into the next few buildings, I didn't realize myself that the next roof I'm about to jump is slippery. While Izaya jumped into the next roof like a fluttering butterfly, my bare feet couldn't make any friction with the roof, so I ended up in a trash can in between the roofs I jumped into.

I did noticed that Izaya had those sport shoes on this time, not leaving without making out that usual wicked, annoying and menacing laugh of his. I made another realization; I'm stark naked in public. Naked, as in I'm in the position when I'm in front of everyone. My towel is gone, and presumed it was taken by Izaya earlier on.

"Ahh! Is he a pervert or something?"

"Don't look at that bad man, Yuumi!"

"Eww, naked in the middle of the city. He must be shameless or something."

Blushing as red as a red apple, I covered myself in a folded cardboard I've found in the trash can. It was the most embarrassing moment in my entire life. My entire career.

"!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I just have to make sure I won't have to see Orihara Izaya again at the end of the day. Not today.

Deep breathing, hmm. Doesn't seem too hard to me, but I'll give it a try in my confrontation with Tom's debt-ridden 'clients'.

"What's wrong, Shizuo?" It was Celty this time, quiet but calming as usual, writing this message on her PDA. "I think you're behaving a little strange today. So, feeling pissed again?"

"Not really. That roommate of yours recommends me to see a psychologist. Now I'm just taking deep breathes. It's one method to control my anger"

Celty began typing on her portable computer again. "That's good. I see that you're putting effort to control your anger."

"---if I do not bump into that stupid flea again today." I finished off what she needs to say. There was no need for her to know what happened on my confrontation between Izaya and I. "See ya later, got a job to do, and also to test out my anger after taking these breathing exercises."

It wasn't such a hard task to share my woes to her sometimes. I first met her during high school when Shinra introduced her to me, in a rather unconventional way. But really, I do like quiet people as long as they do not pester me.

People in Ikebukuro tremble in hear as soon as they heard my name, like loud booming thunder falling down into the world. That is to be expected when I'm going to rip limbs apart. Thrash them till they turn to mush. Or dismantle pieces of machinery junk here and there, so that people will fear me whenever I go. Well, not really everyone. Several people who knew that 'incident' began laughing their heads off (And fortunately for me, I was able to shut their gaps by showing off my death glare.). While the others just shun me as soon as they felt my presence.

"Don't think I'll let this go quite easily, ya?" This time, we're at a gambling den to settle some scores here. It was quite rowdy in my standards; a great but depressing haven to loan money from 'creditors'. I lit my cigarette, adding to the air pollution to the tight environment, not that I felt pissed at the moment. "It's been two months since you last paid up, and we're not leaving here till we collect our interest." Senpai's stern words left hardly an impact on these useless brutes.

"This is Tokyo here. The government hates us; life is not worth living for anyway." One useless brute managed to mockingly shut Senpai's gap. "Stupid studies, stupid family, stupid life. What more can we do in this stupid society anyway?" Another looked at me, giggling stupidly at what I was wearing.

"And what are you supposed to be anyway? A casino dealer? Geez, go to Vegas or somewhere, motherfucker. Or go deal some cards at the tables now."

These brutes are getting on my nerves. Just before I get my hands on the dump, I took deep breathes, repeating this message over and over in my head before hell breaks loose to these money-lenders. Before I get into a bad mood, I took another puff out of my cigarette.

"Calm down, they're just attacking me with words. It's not as if they'll beat me to death. Calm down, Shizuo, calm down. Calm down."

"Hahaha…look at him breathing like an idiot!"

"What are you anyway? Hey, dude, this place is not for you. Go work in a stinkin' restaurant or something."

"Stop standing there like an idiot if you're so tough. Come on, motherfucker."

Pulling me in a corner, amidst of all the commotion going on in the hidden den, these annoying brutes started kicking me. I thought they will stop; those unruly ruffians. Never heard of Shizuo Heiwajima, huh? No matter what, I'm not going to raise a finger if I'm going to conquer my problems. Calm yourself down, Heiwajima Shizuo.

"Come on, come on!"

"What are you doing, Shizuo-kun? Do something."

I can control my anger no longer.

I can control my anger no longer, those fucking ruffians.

I can control my anger no longer, those fucking ruffians for raising a finger against me.

I can control my anger no longer, those fucking ruffians for raising a finger against me. I feel like ripping them apart.

I CAN CONTROL MY ANGER NO LONGER, THOSE FUCKING RUFFIANS FOR RAISING A FINGER AGAINST ME. I FEEL LIKE RIPPING THEM APART, AND NO ONE IS GOING TO STOP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was the last straw. Bending that bit of cigarette off with all my might while stomping on it, that was my last warning for them. I've given them chances to think twice, yet they just won't leave me ALONE! I let everything out. Seeing a gambling table nearby, I start throwing things like a madman. As usual, I let my emotions get in my way; my brain is doing absolutely nothing to stop it.

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL.

Bringing the match out of the compressed piece of shit, I just throw anything that I can find in my way. May it be cards, a harmless piece of paper, a 68 inch plasma television, a refrigerator that weights a ton, the traffic light stand; a king-sized bed, an arcade machine…the list goes on and on. Breathing isn't going to save my life. Killing is.

In that moment of blind rage, I managed to get those thugs into their senses, their heads bleeding profusely. Expressing their fear right in front of me, I began laughing madly with triumph, crushing that broken monitor with my own two fists. I continued breathing heavily for the next few moment, trying my best to clear my head and thought clearly of how I should deal with them.

"YOU! GET THE FUCKING NAME, SHIZUO HEIWAJIMA; INTO YOUR HEAD AND GO FIND A PERFECT EXCUSE FOR YOUR LAZINESS! Government, government, government; it's always the government's fault. Go get a decent life or something." I ended this battle; not before smashing a broken computer monitor onto a windscreen of a car god knows who it belongs to. Breathing heavily as I left the commotion, I saw someone I knew that I know best to avoid seeing.

Rika Tachibana.

The windscreen I've broke was her car. She was about to enter her car. Looking rather deadpan as usual since I first saw her, she just swept her cell phone out of her handbag without saying a word. I thought she was going to report me to the police for smashing her windscreen and the damages I've done, but it was really something else after all.

"Towing service? I need my car repaired as soon as possible. I'm outside Seibu Department Store at Ikebukuro, please come quickly. Thank you very much." She just flicked her phone away, not before saying "See you next week on my next appointment" without any hesitation and left.

It is my first time feeling guilty for doing this to an innocent bystander. I was speechless for the rest of the day, just wandering around town for a while.

But the only good thing is that, I don't see Izaya anywhere. It's the only good thing that happened to me on that day.

Author's Note: Hi! Once again, I've updated you with another chapter of Anger Management. I'm really glad that many of you like my story and favourite it. That gives me the motivation to continue with my fic! Please continue to support me, and feel free to give me some ideas and suggestions on dealing with Shizuo's anger problems or improving this story.

Yeah, the two methods mentioned above are some of the methods real life psychologists used to people with anger problems. There are other methods as well, but it's a little complicated or less funny if I place it into this story blindly, so I need some ideas from you to make it a little better. I've tried re-watching episode 7 again at times when I can't seem to get any motivation to continue this fic too. I didn't get bored watching it for the second time.

So, that's it. Thank you for the support you've been given me ever since I published the first chapter. I'll do my best to support the Durarara!!! fan community as much as I can.