Reika tried her hardest to catch up with the much bigger and faster man. Alas, the only thing she had left in sight of the ex-bartender was his messy blonde hair in the distance. Soon that disappeared behind glass doors in a tall high-rise building. She quickly followed after him, walking into the building. She was pretty sure that her heart had stopped in the few moments as she looked at the scene in front of her.

There stood Izaya, pointing a shiny dagger towards Shizuo's direction. Shizuo's counter was a heavy steel door that looked as if it was ripped off it's hinges. She seemed to have caught them during a heated conversation, because when she walked in all she heard was her neighbor's angry voice.

"-one of your games!" He raged.

Games?

Her boyfriend made a 'tsk' sound, a sinister expression on his face.

She had never seen him with that kind of expression before, it almost frightened her. Immediately pulling back into reality, she stepped in between them, blocking Shizuo.

"S-Shizuo-kun!-"

He looked surprised for a moment before trying to maneuver his way around her. "Get out of here Reika-san." He said sternly.

"No!" She protested, blocking his view of Izaya.

The informant smirked, hugging his girlfriend from behind. "Aw~, Rei-chan decided to save me from the monster~!"

Blinded from his outrage, he pushed Reika away from Izaya roughly, sending her flying almost 10 feet away from them. The debt collector swung the heavy door at the raven, not an ounce of hesitation in the motion. She tried to get back up but felt a sharp pain in her ankle.

"O-ow.." She whimpered pathetically. She looked up to see Izaya dodging Shizuo's attempt to kill him skillfully. She gasped as the informant countered his opponents attacks with one of his own. The razor sharp dagger slashed at the blonde's torso, the blade had left an unflattering slice across his chest, cutting through his bartender outfit. A thin scarlet line appeared between the sliced open clothes, blood staining the white of his dress shirt.

Izaya held the pocket knife above his head, a wide, almost malicious smile plastered. "Brings memories, ne, Shizu-chan?"

That seemed to bring Shizu-chan into a deadlier rage. The blonde grasp at the nearest heavy object, which happened to be an elevator door. He ripped it from it's hinges before hurling it forcibly at the informant.

"My brother bought me those!" He bellowed, raising a fist behind his ear as he charged at his nemesis.

The elevator door was hurtling at Izaya like a Frisbee, most likely with the intent to chop his head off.

Reika screamed, thinking it was going to do just that. The raven squatted to the floor, successfully dodging the hurtling door. The charging blonde was tripped quickly by the crouching Izaya. Shizuo did a countering back flip, avoiding himself from falling. Now 10 feet away from each other, the two males glared. Reika leaped to her feet, limping quickly to Izaya's side, despite the aching pain in her right foot. She grasp onto the fabric of his fur trimmed parka, her body pressed against his in a protective way.

"Stop!" She yelled. "That's enough!"

And stop they did. Shizuo looked at the couple, Izaya wearing a surprised expression that match his own.

His voice was rough as sand paper. "Reika-san," He glared at her tearing eyes. "Can't you see he's using you?!"

Her brown orbs flickered with something he couldn't recognize. "Shizuo-"

"Tsk, Shizu-chan, your not trying to corrupt my Rei-chan~, now are you?" Izaya wrapped slim arms around the smaller girl's waist.

"Shut up, fucking flea!" He growled, his gaze hardening upon mahogany irides. He looked back at Reika. "Trust me when I say that most of the bad things that happen in Ikebukuro is because of this filthy louse!"

"Shizuo-kun.." Her voice was shaking -whether with anger or pain, he couldn't tell. "I think you should leave." Her bawled fists tightened on Izaya's coat as she diverted her eyes to his chest, suddenly finding his v-neck shirt much more interesting.

Izaya chuckled, almost maniacally, as he smirked at Shizuo's shocked expression. The blonde ex-bartender looked as if he was going to say something before being cut off.

"Please, Shizuo-kun, leave."

She heard a strangled shout of anger before heavy footsteps walked out of the building, slamming the glass door. She could hear the door crack and looked to see her confirmation.

Izaya patted her head gently as she buried her face into his coat.

"Sorry" She said, sparing a glance up at him. "I-I just.."

Got scared? He mimicked her voice in his mind.

"I-I just didn't want you to get hurt."

And for a flicker of the moment, his smirk faltered.