The adrenaline rush was long gone when the two sat under the watchful eyes of their teacher, whilst everyone else enjoyed their lunch break. Shizuo tried to explain that the flea started it all but he wasn't having any of it and sent them both to detention. After they fixed up the room they destroyed. Well mainly Shizuo fixed up – Izaya announcing he wasn't going to clean up anything but the small patches of blood on the floor from the blond's cut cheek.

He believed everything else wasn't his fault and so he wasn't responsible to set it right.

Twenty minutes of agonising silence and Matsuri began to write something on the chalk board.

"World War II. I find it befitting that you two will be working on this topic." He smiled at the two, who glanced at each other before answering.

"How am I not surprised?" Izaya said, folding his arms as though he knew it all along, despite how obviously bored he had just been.

Shizuo grunted at the comment before speaking himself. "Matsuri-sensei... Are you really serious about me working with-" he cut off to leer at the boy, now smirking again, and resisted the urge to call him flea in this situation, "with him?"

Matsuri-sensei rested the palms of his hands on the edge of the desk to lean against it.

"Yes I am. I believe it'll do a great deal of good if you both settled your differences and got along. You surely can't hate each other so much that my classroom will be damaged each time you step foot into it?"

The looks in their eyes that said "I beg to differ" spoke much more than the words about to spew from the brunette's mouth.

"But Matsuri-sensei~ I don't hate Shizu-chaaan! I want to love him along with everyone else but he's so cruel to me! So cruel~" He wiped away invisible tears to finish off his over-dramatic speech, grinning madly at the cold-blooded killing sensation radiating from the blond.

"Me? Cruel?" Shizuo abruptly left his seat. "You're the one who sent gang after gang after gang at me! Making my life a living HELL! ENJOYING EVERY FUCKING MINUTE OF IT!" He made a grab for his desk but Matsuri stole his attention with a stern voice.

"Both of you need to realise how childish this is. You're in your final year and you've both been at this since starting here, I've heard."

"It's not my fault he's such an idiot."

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?"

"Heiwajima!"

"See what I mean?"

The bell broke up the fight before it could get any worse and the pair refused to sit next to each other. Shizuo didn't think the day would ever end and spent the rest of it staring out the window to ignore Izaya's attempts to anger him, simply by answering every single question Matsuri-sensei asked. Damn him for having such a high IQ. There's no way he'll use that brain for good. Who knew his voice would be so annoying? In other classes Izaya would sit blanking out like Shizuo currently was but right now he knew every time he spoke, he stabbed the blond in the back of his mind.

Especially if he coated his answer with a girl's manner of speech, glancing at the blond twitching every time he made noise.

When Shinra started to get competitive about being beaten to the answers, Izaya gave up and began plotting something to do that evening if nothing came up. Messing with the Yakuza was no where near as fun but it would do nicely. Though before the day ended, he thought he would have one more go at the blond in the form of a note.

Hey Shizu-chan, you looking forward to our little project~?

Shizuo knew it'd be best not to reply but in doing so, another note got thrown onto his desk.

Good. I'm refusing to work with you as an idiot like yourself would only drag me down.

Shut it flea, stop sending me these fucking things. They're annoying and it's not like I ASKED to work with you.

Wouldn't it be ironic if you secretly did~? 3

Fuck off already. There's no way I would want to work with you.

You sure you're sure? ;D

...Okay seriously. That face is weird and go die already.

So cold, Shizu-chan~! You hurt my feelings! Telling me to stop replying even though you've replied to me~ ;^; /3

Seriously. FUCK OFF.

Make me.

The scrunched up piece of paper flew harshly against the side of the brunette's head.

The first day back at school and the blond didn't think his life could get any worse. On top of having a manipulative, probably schizophrenic, psycho as his partner – he had to work on history. It's his worse subject.

WWII... Did the teacher really believe they would be able to complete the project? Maybe they could re-enact it during their lessons? Creative credit or something.

Luckily the day ended before Shizuo killed someone, as his anger was reaching an uncharted high. He couldn't stop thinking about having to work with a flea like Izaya. There was no way he could do it. His blood was constantly boiling and the prospect of a civil conversation with him was mentally disgusting.

"Ne, Shizuo-kun! Are you even listening?" Shinra asked, disappointed that he wasn't important enough for his walk-home-with buddy to pay attention to. Well really, who could blame him? He'd had the worst day of his life.

"Ah... Sorry about that... You were saying?"

"You know, you shouldn't let it get to you so much – it's only a project."

Shizuo let out a long exasperated sigh and sneered at the shorter boy. "You can only say that because you're not working with him... I'm going to kill that flea before the end of this. Maybe tomorrow if I'm sat next to him again."

He really hates him, doesn't he? Shinra watched the blond scratch at the back of his neck to rid himself of the looming images of Izaya sat next to him. Who knew Izaya would get to him even though he wasn't there? The best he could do to cheer Shizuo up was to get his mind off of him.

"Why don't you come round to mine? Celty could make us some home-made food!"

It took a while for the blond to register what had just been said, due to his mind sauntering over to the flea yet again. Shizuo was still unsure about who this "Celty" person is but by digging into his memory, he remembered that Shinra was constantly displaying his love and affection towards the unlucky woman. Now that he thought about it in more detail, he didn't know why he agreed. The person that Shinra would be attracted to must've been someone weird. The boy was in love with Shizuo's strength of all things.

I swear he'd cut me into pieces if he had the chance... Shizuo thought, eyeing the brunette suspiciously as he unlocked his apartment's door. It was amazing no one realised that under that innocent and carefree persona, Shinra was as weird as weird could be.

The blond begun to fidget slightly. Not only had he not been to Shinra's house to have dinner (he'd only gone when he'd gotten hurt and someone told him he needed help, despite him not realising) but he never really spoke to the object of Shinra's affection when he did come round. This time he would have to, right?

Maybe she's having it forced upon her like I am... I mean, she doesn't seem to like him back.

"Celty my honey~ I'm home~" He called out in a sing-song voice, nearly forgetting about Shizuo until he warily began to follow him inside. "Ah yeah! And Shizuo-kun has come round for dinner!"

No response. Was anyone even indoors?

"Now, Shizuo-kun. Don't be alarmed but Celty-ah! There you are~!" Shinra skipped towards the woman, who had just appeared, with his arms open wide... and got elbowed in the stomach. Shizuo had seen this many times before and remembered he could probably get along with the woman. He'd yet to hear her speak though and if she had a high-pitched shrill voice Shizuo swore – Eh? What's that? A PDA was presented to his face. His memory elaborated that she communicated that way.

[Hello, Shizuo. I hope he didn't force you into all this.] She jabbed a hand at the still winging man on the floor. He wondered why he hadn't paid much attention to her before on previous visits but then he never really paid much attention to anyone. Something about the woman still dug at the back of his mind... Ah, that was it.

She was wearing her helmet indoors – like she usually did – and he'd never known what her face looked like.

Celty must've noticed the quizzical look and she knew it was directed towards her head. She begun typing again.

[Ah, my helmet... Don't mind me though, come on in and make yourself at home.] The blond took his bag off his shoulder before smiling slightly, muttering "thanks" as he went.

"Hey Celty, what're we having for dinner? I'm starving~"

[Don't act so rude in front of guests.]

"Eeeehh? But Shizuo-kun's not a guest!"

"What d'you just say? Hmm?"

"Ah-ha, nothing! Nothing!"

[Idiot.]


A/N: Ah... I've just realised I keep ending on speech. =_=;; I just think it looks good. D: Anyway, I have no clue what to write here so I just hope you're having as much fun reading this as I have writing it~ ^^