This one's a little short, but oh well! I really wanted to get to the part when Byoki and Shizuo actually meet. It's pretty fluffy so just enjoy~! Thanks again to all the people who've reviewed and added this to their favs and alerts. Tell me if you think I'm keeping Shizuo in character, and don't be afraid to leave suggestions. Also, I tried to make the paragraphs in this chapter shorter so it's easier to read. Thanks for looking~!
~KC
"IZAYA!" a flash of blonde and black went roaring through the streets of Ikebukuro. He lifted a brightly colored vending machine over his shaggy haired skull and let a deep growl resonating from his throat. The man swung it sharply, acting with such strength the huge box looked like nothing more than a wooden bat. The drink dispenser slid past an onyx haired adult, one it's sharp, metal corners slicing through his furry, raven jacket. A chunk of white stuffing drifted down the crowded street. Passersby had formed a circle around the two men, just as they normally did. A trio of girls wearing angel wings flicked their cellphones out eagerly. They recorded anything that might earn them a spot on the news, hoping for a boost to their already enormous egos.
"You're so much less fearsome without those glasses, Shizuo. Don't you just have the prettiest eyes?" Izaya mocked; excited to see just how much he could infuriate his opponent. He loved watching the blonde's face contort with sheer rage. Izaya adored every single emotion that traveled through his enemy; he loved every emotion felt by every human. The taunt was answered by a torn street sign which he dodged with ease. Shizuo stomped forward holding his fist cocked stiffly. He slammed the ball of fingers into an ATM, cracking its plastic shell so brutally money began shooting out into the streets. Izaya made a speedy escape, working his way through throngs of frenzied people. He scaled a small, rusted pipe and two ruby eyes disappeared over the top of an outdated apartment building.
Shizuo scowled darkly, heaving people to the side in pursuit of Izaya. He stormed over; reaching the alleyway his worst enemy had exited in to. But the bloodsucking flea was nowhere to be found. Shizuo let out a grizzling roar before planting his leather shoed foot squarely in the brick wall before him. The barrier crumbled away like old bread and his rage began to subside slowly. He placed an unlit cigarette between both lips loosely, lighting it and taking a particularly long drag.
"That was spectacular!" someone cried, their voice excited and kind. Shizuo whipped around suddenly. His caramel eyes landed on short, spiked hair, causing instant infuriation. He tightened a bloody fist after snapping his stick of nicotine and fire in half. Did Izaya honestly have the audacity to come around a second time? Shizuo charged forwards, howling something about being a bloodsucking flea. But as he neared his goal, it became apparent that the waitress from Russian Sushi had been commenting on his fighting. His knuckles impacted with cold rock, offering a sense of sheer relief. In a way he couldn't quite understand, Shizuo was glad he hadn't hit the girl. She reminded him so much of the woman at the milk shop. The one he'd never shown his face to again. The one he'd nearly killed.
"Shit..." Shizuo growled beneath his breath. Byoki smiled, removing herself from the area just beneath the blonde man's fist. She pulled his hand out of the wall softly and cupped it in her own. The child's touch was so light and kind as she inspected each one of his blood coated fingers.
"That looks bad... Here!" Byoki tugged a bandage from her pocket. Shizuo drew his hand away, turning and lighting another cigarette to hide the rosiness that had crept upon his cheeks. Why was she so kind to him? Even after seeing how much of a monster he was? Byoki appeared in front of him happily, holding out the fabric dressing. She beamed at him innocently with a child-like glint lying in her golden eyes. The girl took hold of his fingertips daintily and began to wrap the cloth around a set of scarlet knuckles.
"That was absolutely amazing! Watching you was like seeing The Hulk! The angrier you get, the stronger you get, and it's so cool. You're Shizow Hejima, right?"
"Shizuo Heiwajima." he answered in a quiet and nondescript manner. Byoki finished fixing his wound, giving it a gentle pat.
"I'm Byoki." she took Shizuo's sunglasses from their spot hanging on her shirt. Byoki slid them back on the bridge of his nose, tucking the edges behind his ears. He pushed her arms away, apprehension coursing through him. Shizuo couldn't wrap his mind around why she was so selfless. He abandoned the thought; growing a bit angry by the fact Byoki was putting his glasses on for him. She withdrew sharply after realizing the upset she was causing.
"I'm fine." Shizuo growled. He was still trying to outrun the feverish blush which remained on his cheeks.
"Alright, you should come by the shop again sometime, Shizuo! And take better care of yourself. Make sure that hand isn't broken, okay?" Byoki said, turning on her heels before sauntering away.
