Rage is singing in his veins and spilling out through his fingertips where everything he touches distorts and crumbles. Through blurred vision he can see his targets dancing and demons taunting him into going too far.

Kill them.

It's been awhile, since he's felt like this. With the events of the past few weeks clouding Shizuo's head with depression and hope, he's had no time for anger. He's been hearing voices and feeling lost, and he has no idea what he's to do when five weeks end.

Izaya is downstairs- no, he's probably run out of the building and left Shizuo to deal with this alone. He took the old man with him, too. The three boys, and no he doesn't remember any of their names but Alpha, have just rushed off in the direction of the door themselves when they start to hear yelling downstairs.

Alpha fires off a shot in Shizuo's direction but it misses, and a blonde boy helps him to the door and down the stairs. Bleeding, and angrier than he's been in over a month, Shizuo only hesitates to grab the stuffed blue bunny from the couch before taking off after them.

When he reaches the bottom of the stairs, footsteps like thunder against the bare metal structure and he's glad they kept their shoes on, he locks eyes with Izaya. The informant nods at him, eyes darting towards the door before he grabs Ernest and takes off.

Follow me!

Shizuo hurries to follow as the two Izaya's have instructed, but halts when a bloodied Alpha steps in his way and levels a gun at his head. He growls when he notices the big man from before chasing after Izaya. That big oaf might have helped them before, but he also held Izaya's mouth open when the blue haired kid tried to make him drink bleach.

"I was saving this for the informant." Alpha hisses, blood trailing in crimson lines from his nose and above his eyes. One gold is closed shut, swelling and leaking some kind of fluid to join the blood and blend into the red of his clothes. "But maybe I'll give it to you instead."

"Wait!" A boy with dyed blue hair gasps, tugging at Alpha's sleeve. "They're enemies, maybe we can-ugh!" Alpha swings the gun and slams it against the other boys skull, shutting him up quick. Shizuo is growing impatient now, fed up with this skinny little nothing of a "gang" leader trying to scare him. The kid can hardly see, let alone move on his own. Plus, Shizuo knows he's out of bullets.

"Next time I see you, I'm killing one of you." He says. It's a warning, more than anything. He knows they've done some bad stuff, he doesn't know what exactly though, but he still doesn't want to kill a bunch of kids.

Kill one now.

He storms past them, ignoring the voice, and no one tries to stop him. He doesn't see Izaya anywhere when he steps out of the building, but he wasn't expecting to and his smell is easy to track. He follows it, down the street and deep into the alleys of the city they both know so well, weaving his way closer to Izaya.

He's not expecting to find Shakespeare's hands around Izaya's neck.

Shizuo doesn't make a sound. He doesn't think. He just walks forward, slowly stepping towards the man that's going to die tonight. Izaya notices him once he's close enough, eyes wide when he sees his expression. Shizuo would too, he's sure, if he knew what he looked like right now. He grabs one of the man's hands, barely able to get his fingers around his huge palm, and yanks it away from Izaya's neck. He tugs the man away from Izaya, down to his knees on the ground and make sure he has a good hold on the hand he pulled away.

He tightens his grip the way he does around all those street signs, crushes it. The bones break underneath skin, crunching and grinding in and the man screams in a shrill, agonized voice. Shizuo doesn't care, he has zero sympathy. He mangles flesh and bone to the thought of the bruises that will line Izaya's neck tomorrow and it pushes him to be crueler. Izaya moves forward and says something, still with those wide red eyes, but it goes unheard over the man's screams.

"Shut up!" Shizuo snarls, letting go of the mangled hand to grab his neck instead. "I can't hear." The man chokes, clawing one handed and desperate but Shizuo doesn't release him. He looks to Izaya calmly. His hand is a twitch away from breaking that big neck and crushing his windpipe among other things, and his hand is trembling with the effort of waiting. He wants this man to suffer.

"I said let him go." Izaya says, red eyes nearly black in the dark alley. Izaya's looking back and forth from him to the man who's struggling to breathe in Shizuo's grasp.

Shizuo doesn't reply. The words don't really register, so he just tilts his head at Izaya and starts to slowly tighten his grip. It's somewhat satisfying, the way the eyes bulge and mouth shakes with no air to breathe. Like this, he doesn't look human and it makes it easier.

"Shizu-chan! I said let him go." Izaya snaps, to no response. "Hello? Izaya to protozoan, you in there?" Izaya demands. He says nothing. This man has to pa.

"Fine." Izaya sighs, stepping back and shrugging. "Though he could have been useful…"

"I-I-zzuaa-" The man chokes out, starting to slump in Shizuo's grip.

"...Useful how?" Shizuo demands, coming back to himself some at Izaya's smirk. Izaya gestures at his hand, still crushing the man's thick neck, and he finds it in himself to let go. He does aim a sharp kick into his stomach to get the assholes attention though.

"You try anything…" He hisses, voice a low threat. "And I really will finish you off." The man nods, coughing and drawing in air as much as he can. His big chest is heaving, eyes wet and thunder claps above as if to emphasize Shizuo's threat.

"Aww, you poor thing." Izaya coos, dropping to his knees to look into his eyes. "Shakespeare, right?" He nods, opening his mouth to say something when Izaya simply hands him his phone. Shizuo walks around to Izaya's side so he can see what he's doing.

"Use this and type out what you want to say." Shakespeare looks confused and Izaya glances at his phone to see what's wrong. "Oops, sorry. Forgot to close my game." Shizuo cranes his head to see, laughing when little cartoon birds smile back at him. It's Angry Birds.

"What's so funny?" Izaya demands, closing the game. Shizuo just smiles, remembering his first day in Shinra's simulation when Izaya from "the past" discovered his cellphone.

"Where's the keyboard? Oh, hey! You touch the screen? Whoa, and what's with this format!? What's an emoji? Oh, little pictures! What are all these things? You can change the brightness!? What!? What do the little squares do? What's 'Angry birds' huh? What... What. A game? These graphics! Incredible!"

Izaya sighs, opening up some app for Shakespeare to type with. He hands it over, and he quickly starts typing.

[I love you.]

"I'm flattered," Izaya starts over Shizuo's growl. "But we have more important things to discuss. Shizu-chan, what state did you leave the rest of the gang in?"

"Uh…" It takes him a minute to recall. "Alive." He says, and Izaya's eyes snap to his.

"Unconscious, at least?"

"No."

"Then we should make this… no, you know what?" Izaya says, standing up. "Why don't we go somewhere safer."

"I'm really surprised, you know!" Shinra chirps, currently tending to the bullet hole in Shizuo's chest. "I didn't expect you two could stay peaceful if you were a mile apart, let alone date!" The bleeding having mostly stopped by the time they arrived thanks to Shizuo's strange body.

"Well when Shizu-chan confessed his undying love for me right in front of Russia Sushi, how could I say no?" Izaya chuckles, leaning against Shizuo in a loving way. That's not how it happened, it happened while he was scaring the shit out of Izaya though the man would never admit it. And Izaya doesn't even like him, he's just using him to essentially take out the trash. But Shizuo stays quiet, head low because he's tired and he just wants to go home.

"Well, have you two...you know~~?" Shinra asks, voice playful. He's setting his tools aside to be cleaned, and Shizuo realises he's finished. Izaya's arm is patched up, Shakespeare has his hand in a cast and bandages around his neck. Shinra had mentioned it wasn't necessary, but it seemed to calm the big man some. Ernest had stayed behind, said he'd go home once he was sure the boys had left.

"Oh, well if you must know," Izaya starts, and Shizuo's head snaps up. "Shizu-chan took me the first night! Ahh, he was so rough, and we did it over and over till I thought I'd break!" Izaya moans, and Shizuo can feel his face going bright red. Poor Shakespeare is glaring at him from across the room, where he'd been running his fingers over his cast.

"He lying!" He snaps over Izaya's laughter. "That never happened! Tell the truth, shitty flea!"

"Fine, fine." Izaya sighs, smirk pulling wider and Shizuo feels the hairs at the back of his neck rise with Izaya's red eyes turning on him. "I topped."

""What?!"" Shinra and Shizuo Chorus together.

"Oh Shizu-chan was so cute! He was begging the entire time and moaning and so tight-"

"Damn you!" Shizuo snaps, grabbing Izaya's shirt and pulling him close to snarl at him. Izaya doesn't flinch, just tilts his head and waits. He starts to laugh when Shizuo doesn't even try to hit him, and gently pulls the fabric of his shirt free.

Pussy.

'Shut up.'

SO ANNOUNCEMENT! I have TWO new stories in the works! Yes that's why I've been extra busy lately (it occurs to me you guys wouldn't have known I was busy but whatever) and I'm here to tell you about them!

The first is called Meant To Be and explores the alternates (Psyche, Tsugaru etc) and if you want a sneak peek go to my story on Ao3 and feel free to read/participate there as I can't upload it on here. Well I could but meh, there aren't many people here it seems. At least, not in this fandom. Anyway here's a link: /works/11650959/chapters/28155411

The other story is called One Word, Two Syllables/To Fret Or Express Concern and explores Izaya in an "Abusive" relationship. Shizuo is not the abuser, end game Shizaya. Here's a link: /works/11650959/chapters/28155411

So check those out and let me know if you're excited! Thanks for the support sweeties, Kanra-chan loves yoooouuu!