Story: Tides
Rating: M-MA
Triggers: Bullying, Smut, Rape, Gay themes
Summary: A new school, new and old friends, and enemies galore. Especially for Izaya and Shizuo who just can't seem to get along. But one will find out that the tides that pull away will bring them close together. But will the other accept?
Genre(s): Drama/Romance/Angst
Pairing(s): ShizuoxIzaya, TomxShizuo, ShinraxIzaya, KadotaxIzaya, ShinraxCelty

Chapter 3: Crash

Annoying...

Shizuo grit his teeth, kept his fists balled in his pocket, and stared down the males prowling in front of him. The blonde's heels tapped furiously trying to keep himself in check. But the longer the men stood and gathered around him the more he could feel his temper rise.

He really, really hated these kinds of people. Why couldn't thet just leave him alone?

He didnt even do anything, as he can recall. Today was a relatively normal school day, or so he thought it was at least. Not to mention it was still the first day. What could he have possibly done to attract attention this time?

Annoying... Annoying...

"Oi, Blondie-locks, can ya hear me?" one of the thugs spat. His face got dangerously close to Shizuo's, and the teen wanted to punch him through the roof for how rancid his breath smelled. In fact they all reeked of alcohol. Some prestigious school this was supposed to be.

Shizuo continued to ignore the gumbling and egging on of the guys surrounding him, taking one deep breath. "Listen, I don't wanna hurt you idiots. But if you're looking for a fight in me, you're gonna regret it." Shizuo replied in a low tone.

The men looked at each other in silence, then simutaniously burst out in laughter.

"Did you hear this guy?"

"I dont wanna hurt you."

"What a riot."

Of course. These were the kind of people who hung out and had one collective thought. They never see the repreccussions of their actions until it's too late, or mayhaps they never will. These lots were born and raised idiots. And it wasn't Shizuo's job to handle their stupidity. He shrugged them off, and tried walking away.

"Hey! You little bastard-!"

A hand slapped Shizuo's shoulders and forced him to turn. A fist crashed into the blondes face, and the teen stumbled back a bit. The metallic tang in his mouth started off as faint, then grew more in taste. He was bleeding. He was hurt. They hit him. They started it. They're asking for it.

"Who told your pansey ass to walk away, huh? We asked you a question."

They're blantently asking for it. Shizuo dropped his bag, and wiped his mouth. Both hands were curled into fists. The stench of alchohol came close again. A hand grabbed his shirt, and that was all she wrote.

Shizuo's fist connected with the other males face at lightning speed, knocking him out cold to the ground. The others stood in awe, shock maybe. But that wasn't all. Shizuo could see it written on their faces. The look of insinctual fear. He could only assume he knocked out the leader, because for a second they looked at the motionless body and said not a word.

"G-get him!"

A rally of other men came forwards, armed with weapons, and fists against one man. And like hell Shizuo was going to take these hits. Fists connected to faces, and heavy body blows were made, only for the gang members to, one by one, fall curlled on the floor or knocked out. Shizuo suffered a few blows to the cheek, causing the red mark on his face to grow more. He would casually spit out blood before attacking the guys again, and one by one they fell. When he was sure no one would stand up again, the blonde calmed down, only to hear clapping from behind him. Turning around, the blonde squinted his eyes slightly, mocha colored orbs, landing on a male with black hair and brown eyes as well.

He felt like he knew this kid, but he's not sure. Maybe he's seen him somewhere? And looking beside him, Shinra was also standing next to whomever this sketchy person is. He didn't like the vibes he gave off, or the condensending applause.

Who was this man?

"You wanna pay us how much?"

"200,000. Why? Is that too much? Should I lower the price?" Izaya asked.

The occupants in the room looked amongst each other and shook their head. "Nah, just wondering why you're offering up so much money. What's innit for you?"

Izaya chuckled leaning against the wall. "I told you. I simply need you to beat someone up for me. It's not that hard to comprehend is it?" Izaya smirked to himself. "I think that's a pretty fair deal huh? 200,000 yen to beat up one guy, who'll probably leave me alone for the rest of the year."

Again, the guys looked amongst each other and shrugged. It did sound like a good deal. One guy versus all of them would be a cake walk. "Aite, so who's this bastard we're supposed to be beating up?"

Izaya opened his phone and turned it towards them. "If you don't mind. This is the guy. He stands out a bit don't you think?"

The men took a look at the phone and nodded. "Sure. We'll tag 'em for ya. Have the money given to us after we pulverize the kid."

Izaya smiled, pocketing his phone. "Pleasure doing business. I'll be watching your performance very closely." And with that, the teen skipped off.

If the gang members in the room lingered a little longer on the thought that Izaya Orihara was just a little bit weird, they would've declined his deal, perhaps. Cause it was a bit too odd for him not to disclose a name of someone he wanted beat up. However like the simpletons most greedy humans are, the inticing thought of having 200,000 yen was enough to over look that.

The bell rung shortly after Izaya left the classroom. He was busy on his phone, however attentive to his surroundings. And being so, he didn't miss the blonde teen again. A smile lingered on his face,in passing, but it seemed like the other took no note of him. Izaya lingered at him classroom door and watched him go inside.

He was going to notice him soon enough.

Who is this bastard?

This was Shizuo's first thought looking at the black haired male in front of him, clapping in a condensendingly manner. Shinra was standing beside him, so he figured this must be the friend he mentioned earlier. He looked vaguely familiar, as if he'd at least seen him, but Shizuo couldn't recall. He was moreso affixiated on the fact that his guy made the hair on his neck stand.

Whatever. He was annoyed. He wanted to get away from this scene as soon as possible. He didn't care what this supposed douche wanted, or was even hanging around Shinra for. He wanted to go home. Turning around we went to try and grab his bag.

"Where are you going?" Shizuo stopped just short of grabbing his bag to look at the male.

Annoying... Annoying... So annoying...

He wasnt going to answer him. Nope. Fuck him. He wanted nothing to do with whoever he was, regardless if he was Shinra's friend or not. "Shut up." Shizuo spat annoyed, despite his judgement not to answer him. Maybe he would leave him alone.

"Aww... Are you leaving? How sad. I was really hoping we could have some fun~"

Shizuo's eyes widened. Just what did he mean by that? "I don't want anything to do with you." The blonde spat acidly. "I don't like you."

The raven haired man laughed. "As I expected, coming from someone like you, Shizu-chan."

The next turn of events somewhat caught the raven off guard. With quick reflexes he hopped off the air conditioning unit just as Shizuo went to smash his hand into the others face, missing him entirely, and putting a dent in the unit. His hand stun a great deal, but Shizuo ignored it, looking around for that annoying pest. When he caught sight of him, he was close. Dangerously close at that. Shizuo wasn't sure what to make of the close proximity. That is, until he felt another sting on his chest. The blonde stumbled backwards, and held his chest, looking down to see a line of blood coating his hand. He narrowed his eyes at the teen in front of him and hissed att he switch blade in his hand.

The raven smirked and fliped the weapon around. "See? Isn't this fun?"

They stared each other down, Shizuo menacingly, and the other teen smugly. Without the need to, the black haired male put away his weapon and waved.

"In case Shinra didn't tell you, my name is Izaya. Izaya Orihara." Izaya introduced himself and extending his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Shizu-chan."