[Izaya, what are you doing?!]

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

[It looks like you're juggling knives!]

"Then your eyes, or lack thereof, are working perfectly~"

[Well, stop it! You're going to hurt yourself!]

"No, I'm not," Izaya said in full confidence.

[Yes, you are! And when you do, Shinra's the one who's going to have to stitch you back up!]

"You worry too much! I'll be fine."

Celty silently seethed at his attitude and went into the other room. Moments later, Shinra appeared.

"Ah, Orihara-kun! What... What are you doing...?"

"Juggling knives. Isn't it obvious?"

"Okay, but... why?"

"Why not?" Izaya asked with a smirk.

"Well, there's the risk that you'll impale yourself and bleed out," Shinra said matter-of-factly, as if he didn't really care either way.

"I appreciate your concern, Shinra~"

Then, as if to spite him, Izaya pulled out another couple of knives from somewhere and started juggling those, too.

There was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" Shinra said, running for the door. When he opened the door, he exclaimed, "Ah, Shizuo-kun! This isn't a good time."

Shizuo tilted his head questioningly. "Why? What's going on?"

"Izaya's juggling knives."

"WHAT?! The flea's here?!" Shizuo yelled. "Where is he?!"

Shizuo stormed past Shinra, looking for the much-hated informant, before he finally caught sight of him in the living room, juggling what appeared to be half a dozen knives.

"Izaya..." Shizuo growled as he stepped closer to him, but then suddenly stopped short, now getting progressively more and more disturbed the longer he watched.

"Hey, cut it out, flea!"

"What would you like me to cut out with these, Shizu-chan?" Izaya responded dangerously.

"The knives!"

"Perhaps you're unaware of this, but it's actually quite difficult to cut knives with other knives."

"You know what I mean! Stop it!"

"Why should I? I'm not hurting anybody."

"Because you're pissing me off!"

"Why would you care that I'm juggling knives, anyway?"

Shizuo's expression softened. "Because I love you, flea."

Izaya's hand slipped, and all of the knives fell to the floor with a loud clatter as Izaya gaped at him in shock. "What—what did you say...?"

Shizuo's little smile then turned into a devilish grin. "Psych."

"Wha—"

"See ya, flea," Shizuo said, heading back for the door.

"Wait, you—" Izaya looked down at the fallen knives. Great, now he'd have to start all over again.

"Damn it, Shizu-chan! Why would you do that?!"

Shizuo turned back with a smirk. "Why not?"


Oh, come on, Izaya. You can't tell me you didn't see that coming from a mile away. How could you not expect Shizuo to just randomly declare his love for you?

You damn bishōnen...