A/N: Sorry this took a while. I was being a baby and wallowing in self-pity. I've just decided to throw a 'fuck you' to the world and get back to my life. Wouldn't be the first time. Anyway, hope you like this!

~21~

Harry had to restrain himself from cursing Izaya as he stared the cakes on display with a song behind his lips.

It didn't take long for Harry to realize that Izaya was one of those bastards who loved to mess with other people's lives. He'd seen that smirk and look in enough slytherin's eyes to know what it meant for those it was directed at.

And for that look to be directed at him again…well, it kind of pissed him off; really pissed him off actually.

"Hmmmmmm~… I think I'll haaaave…the strawberry shortcake please~!"

His hand twitched when Izaya glanced back up at him from behind laughing eyes. Calm thoughts, he was in the bakery, no trashing the bakery, calm thoughts.

Harry went through the motions of boxing and ringing up the cake with jerky motions. Neither of them mentioned the way he obviously slammed the box down with a little more force than necessary as he slid it over to Izaya.

He went to reach for the money Izaya was holding out when he was jerked forward by a sudden grip on his wrist and was forced to lean over the counter. His eye twitched when he found Izaya's face close to his, eyes staring down at the hand he held captive with fascination.

"Let. Go."

The words came out as a growl. There was only so much he could put up with before his rage got the better of him. He tugged at his arm only for the hand to clench down harder around his wrist.

Izaya chuckled in glee.

"I don't think I want to."

Izaya leaned even further into his bubble and slid a knife he had flicked open just seconds ago along his throat. It traveled up his neck and over his chin before running softly against his lips. Harry didn't even flinch when the knife broke skin and blood bubbled up from the cut on his lip. Before the blood could even have a chance to slide down his chin, it changed direction and flowed back into the cut, disappearing as it healed over and left unblemished skin behind.

Harry was counting back from ten in his head as he tried to reign in his anger. Don't trash the bakery, don't get angry, he's just a slimy bastard. Don't. Get. Angry.

"You know…"

Izaya leaned further over the counter and ran a thumb over the lip he had just cut open.

"…if little Kasuka hadn't already claimed you, I would have taken you for myself."

Fuck it.

Harry yelled in anger as he reeled back a fist and punched Izaya in the face. He was satisfied when the force of the punch threw Izaya back into a couple of tables before he fell to the ground.

The way he laughed as he slowly stood back up just managed to piss Harry off even more.

Harry was only dimly aware of the three teenagers sliding around the two as they hurriedly left the bakery, snippets of 'Shit' and 'We need to get out of here' sliding past his ears.

Izaya giggled as he held a hand over his bleeding nose.

"Was it something I said, Harry-chan~?"

Harry picked up a near-by chair and threw it at him.

A/N: Lol Izaya. And no don't worry, this is still Harry/Kasuka. Izaya just likes being a mind-fuck. :D