"Izaaa-yyyaaaa-kuuuuun!"
He should be afraid, should be terrified that death waited to embrace him as sure the flames would, but no the blonde felt no rational emotion nor thought as the moments ticked by and the dangerous game of 'Cats And Dogs' begun, for the second time that day.
Orihara Izaya swirled, twisted, and danced chaotically away from him, as he grabbed the nearest item he could find-- a car and threw it towards the fleeing flea, it crashed into the wall where the flea turned a corner as the vehicle combusted and destroyed caused a huge whole in the building, making the bystanders gasp and run off in fear of being killed in process of the blonde's fight. The blonde brought his hand up and ran as fast as he could, passed the flames and onto the area where the flea had escaped too.
His dash ended in a abrupt, alarmed stumble as he realized that he had lost the flea, amber irises took one look around, a snort escaped him and he turned around and began to amble back to, well, nowhere particular.
That was a plan at least until the brunette appeared right in front of his face. He gave a simple, "Shizzy-chan!" And without warning the blonde had hurled a sign towards the flea as the brunette spun away from him, swiftly dodging the countless numbers of items that the blonde threw at him, people cleared a path making sure to avoid the duo's 'game' as a Ikebukurion would call it, and this game happened between two every single day.
Orihara Izaya and Heiwajima Shizuo.
Orihara Izaya was a information merchant, broker, and supplier, he was told he was 'psychotic brat' by one of his friends, who's name he keeps secret but says that she is the renowned 'girl with the Y'.
Heiwajima Shizuo was known for his superhuman strength. He was a debt collector who had a short temper, his also friends with the same person Orihara Izaya is friends with, but hates Orihara Izaya more then anything in the world.
And there was one that was also feared, but its identity was unknown.. Or should I say that her identity is unknown, by all but Orihara Izaya and Heiwajima Shizuo.
Anonmonyous, for now.
"Oi, Shizzy-chan~ Are you spacing out? How unformal! We were in the middle of playing a game, its not proper to space out during a game with your friend!" A set of liquid crimson irises followed with mockingly detached interest. A creak broke the eerie silence followed after the brunettes mocking statement, causing bystanders to peer upwards towards the crane that the blonde had just lifted up. Multi-colored irises widening, those bystanders were gone in a split second as soon as the blonde began twirling it around in the sky, the flea again escaping.
Just like a flea.
But he was a bit to slow, the blonde's crane had hit him on the head as soon as he began running off, but at that one spin, the crane had thrown itself sideways and bruised the red eyed boy. Shizuo grinned in victory but cringed at his pained face, and so decided not to kill him. Because he did look helpless at that point, and Shizuo didn't kill helpless people, unless they pissed him off more ways then one-- The boy in front of him had done that before, but certainly wasn't doing it now.
"Izaya-kun." He spoke with foul sweetness, "I'll let you go for now, but stay out of Ikebukuro." Hissing the last words, the blonde turned tossing the crane into the road and snorting when that caused a traffic jam as he walked back to his apartment which he visited anytime he had a day off.
A dull ache prickled across his temples and seeped into compliant flesh, to reverberate against a bruised skull that rendered his hopeless line of thought meet. The pain was mocking him, keeping his thin lips drawn tightly, his weary crimson irises shut firmly against light that still managed to leak into his pours, past his battered defenses. "Haru-chan, get rid of that agonizing light." He commanded, throwing open one eye to view the same girl he viewed every single day.
"Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, aasai!" She said rudely as she floated over to the light switch and flipped it off, then floated back to her seat.
Flickering recollections of a nasty fight, a flushed face; ephermeral whispers, hazy biting words and useless desperations simmered to the surface with malevolence, pure loathing, until the final memory, recent and deflating his pride by just a pinch; had Izaya lurching up suddenly, furiously into a sitting position; his crimson eyes snapping open to level a deadly stare at a teenage girl opposite of his livid self.
He stared at Haruna for a moment and then grinned his very own version of a Cherise Cat grin. "Humans are so appealing and interesting. Why do humans cry? Why do they lie when they cry? Do they not want others to see what their emotions are? You never tell me how you feel, why is that? Why does the human race itself even exist? Al~l of these questions flood my mind, day by day, but there is never any answer to them. Tell me something a humans, you should know alot because you are a human~!"
"No your wrong, I'm not human."
Crimson irises locked with Teal irises as his face turned from a look of psychotic bewilderments to a baffled of an expression. He peered curiously at her, Orihara Izaya the informant was never wrong! What was she saying!? Even with her distant voice, he had heard the words 'not' and 'human.' "What.. do you mean..?" Her intellect would not surpass his, "Are you playing with me?"
And then there was a sickening crack.
"Psychotic Brat." She spoke in her own melodic voice as the baffled brunette rubbed the spot where she had just slapped him and smirked his normal smirk. "You kno~w, Haruna Naru is stronger then I thought. You might have broken my jaw!" He said, having a mix of a pout and a smirk on his face, but that turned into a full out smirk.
"Glad to know." Bringing out a warm smile of her own, she brushed a hand though her shortly cropped hair, seemingly happy now that the subject of if she was human or not had faded in the air, but as soon as that hazed whisper was thrown into her ears her happiness had been swallowed away.
'If your not human, then what are you?"
A shiver went up the nerves of her spine and she turned to look at him with saddened eyes. "You don't need to know that." In truth, she herself didn't know what exactly she was. All she knew was that she wasn't human and she wasn't a Dullahan like Celty.
Then what was she?
That question had ran though her mind ever since she found out she didn't bleed like a normal person and she didn't have a heartbeat, almost as if she was dead. Sighing lightly, she brought her hand forward and grabbed Izaya's wrist and placed his hand on her chest. "No..heartbeat." He mumbled staring at her with a expression full of curiousity. "Interesting! Maybe your race may turn out to be my favorite afterall!" He said, clicking his tongue and he threw himself out of bed. "Haru-cha~n, I'm hungry, its lat-" He was cut off by a laughing Haruna, "You never cease to amaze me, Izaya. And I know what you'll say, dinner." Izaya nodded proficiently as Haruna stood up and strolled back to the kitchen.
"She really is a mystery.. that girl."
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