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"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"
The brute swore as he paced around his small apartment, dents appearing in the walls as he pounded his fist against them in anger. That damn flea! He took his glasses! He was sure of it, what other likely reason could there be for his glasses to have just suddenly disappeared?
He growled and went over to his fridge, he needed some milk, damn it, as much as he needed to pound that damn scheming flea's face in. He chugged down the milk in only a few seconds before chucking the used bottle into the trash. He just stood, allowing the milk to work through his system, and it did. It calmed him down a bit, but, it didn't fully help, it never seemed to these days. That damn flea seemed to be cooking up some evil plan while he was tormenting the monster. What was that flea's problem? Did he not have the capability of leaving him alone? Why must he be like such a pest, damn flea!
Said flea clapped happily as he walked into his apartment in Shinjuku. He was grinning from ear to ear, clearly pleased with what had happened. Oh, this was getting to be way too much fun! He began to chuckle which then blew out into a full blown laugh as he rotated in his office chair. He really couldn't contain his joy at this point. This was, just so fun!
After a moment he stopped his chair and scooted to his computer and turned it on. While he waited for said machine to boot up he grabbed the brute's glasses which he stole and plopped them on his face. He grinned, posing and watching his reflection in the blank computer screen before it loaded up and he could no longer see himself.
It was time to commence the next and final little token. It was going to be his best by far, he could tell. It would be risky, though, but, what was life without risk? It would take a day or two as this would be the biggest one, so, he had a few little things he could do while he waited. He opened his email up, the program well used by the informant. He checked through a list of contacts until he found just the right one. He grinned and clicked on their name before he began to compose the message.
"Are you sure about this? You know how he'll react… Are you sure you want this?"
The male paused in the middle of his sentence. He sighed as he stared at the screen, his mind speaking to him once again. True, the raven knew what would happen, he had a taste of what would happen last time and that wasn't even close to what he was scheming. He couldn't help as he thought of the outcome, his body buzzing with anticipation. He pressed send.
The brute growled and went in to check his laundry. He'd let them wash through twice, so, they should be clean by now, right? He opened the lid, expecting to see nice, clean white shirts, yet, what he saw was horrid. The shirts were still pink! Maybe not the same pink, a little less bright, but still, they were still freaking pink! The brute sent a kick to his washing machine leaving a nice dent in the metallic machine. What did that damn flea use in his wash? Permanent clothing dye? Oh, when he got his hands on him, the flea would be absolutely murdered! The brute clenched his hands into fists and walked towards his door. It was time for payback, dammit! The flea was going to pay!
The raven skipped out of his house, he had some time to spare since his 'guy' wasn't going to be coming around until later. He took out his phone, flipping through various photos' and what not he had on there until he got to a certain picture. Smirking he set it as his wallpaper. Even if the brute had looked completely ridiculous, the raven had to admit he didn't look that bad in pink. Once the wallpaper was set the male opened up his contact list, surfing through the sea of numbers. He scrolled through the hundreds of numbers until he found the one he wanted. He grinned, opening up a blank message and began to type in a small message. It took him less than a minute and he sent it a short moment afterwards. With a grin he flipped his phone shut, placing it back in his pocket before journeying to his favourite sushi place.
The brute was out, fuming as he took a late night stroll. A cigarette was between his lips, his teeth crushing its end. He spat it out, stomping on it to put the fire out while he spat out the broken pieces of the cancer stick still in his mouth. He grumbled to himself, clearly not in the best mood. He reached for yet another cigarette when he felt his phone vibrate. He gave a growl but dug out his phone and opened it up. He clicked on the message item and cocked an eyebrow, his anger currently on hold as he read through the message.
The hell was this? Who the hell sent this? He re-read the message to try and get his head around it, but he just couldn't get his head around it. There was something suspicious about it though. He found himself glaring at the message and reading it once more, there was something familiar about the words….
The male gave a large glared and shut off his phone. He was very tempted to throw his phone away but he couldn't afford another one, so, he placed the phone back in his pocket and stuffed another cigarette in his mouth. How the hell did that damn flea get his number? Of course, the answer was simple, obvious, he was an informant after all, but, Shizuo didn't care much for the answer. All he cared about was punching that damn flea's face in. With anger fuelling his body the male began to stalk around Ikebukuro looking for any sign of that damn flea.
Said flea was pouting as he sat in Russia Sushi awaiting his order of Ootoro. He had sent his beloved monster a very lovely, anonymous text and he hadn't replied yet! It was no fun when the brute wasn't playing as well! The flea continued to partially pout as he stared at his wallpaper once more, his face breaking into a grin and chuckles escaping his lips. No matter how many times he stared it still looked ridiculous. The brute's murderous glare accompanied by such a flamboyant colour, it was hilarious!
As if his mood couldn't get any better the large and iconic russian who co-owns the restaurant came over with a take away serving of Ootoro. The raven grinned, his phone slipping into his pocket. He took the bag from the giant's hand and replaced it with a couple of bills. "See you next time Simon~" He called out as he walked outside the restaurant. Not to seconds later he heard a familiar call and grinned, well, well, could this day get any better?
The raven sent a wave to the brute before he began to start running. The brute gave a loud yell and began to chase as well. The two ran around the city, as usual, the monster lifting up various machinery and public property while the raven dodged all of it with grace and style.
They came to a stop beside an apartment complex and the raven grinned while he watched the brute panting. He eyed the brute that was still dressed in that ridiculous shirt and just couldn't help but comment.
"You know, Shizu-chan, I think pink really suits you, you should wear it more often."
The raven said with a wink. That was all it took to send the brute raging again. However, before he had the chance to smash the raven's face in with his sign post a loud, booming voice cut in and two large hands shot out.
"Shizuo. Izaya. Fighting is bad, fighting make you hungry. No hungry means no fighting. Come, Shizuo, come eat sushi and you feel better."
Boomed the large russian as he looked to the monster of Ikebukuro. The monster just began to kick about, trying to get closer to the flea who was simply smirking. Simon had let go of his hold on the informant while he still had Shizuo in a tight grip.
*"Izaya, у вас есть свою пищу, теперь иди домой. Вы вызвало достаточно проблем на один день."
The russian said sternly with a frown on his face as he watched the informant. Said informant merely grinned before turning to the monster.
"Well, Shizu-chan. This was fun. Let's play again soon, neh?"
He said before blowing the monster a kiss, winking and then running off, his beloved Ootor still in hand.
The monster on the other hand let out a growl, once again fighting the russian's grip. The russian didn't let up and moved his other hand to get the brute's arms held down so he wouldn't punch him.
"Come, Shizuo. I give you sushi, half price."
The russian really wasn't waiting for a response, so, he simply carried the monster all the way back to Russia Sushi.
*Translation: Izaya, you have your food, now go home. You've caused enough trouble for one day.
