A/N: Here is the second Chapter! Yay! This chapter actually came naturally to me. Well, I don't want to you keep you up. Please, enjoy.

Chapter 2: Dangerous Games

The flea was planning something and Shizuo Heiwajima knew it. This irritated him to the point of no return. Shizuo didn't know how he knew, Just that he knew was enough to confirm that the damn flea needed to be stopped like yesterday.

Shizuo should have done away with the flea the moment he met him. No. The moment the former bartender laid eyes on the informant when Shizuo thought someone was looking at him, only to look up and confirm that someone indeed was. The flea was looking down at him with a smug look on his face. That's when Shizuo should have killed him.

Shizuo was definitely going to find out what the heck the flea was planning, but for now, he had a job to complete. Tom had today booked, and having these people make up a hundred and one excuses as to why they can't pay their debts or simply running away not even a second after Tom told them why he came to see them, on top of the flea irritating Shizuo without even being there, made a ticking bomb out of him. And he was due for exploding any minute now.

"Why can't these fucking people pay their fucking debts?!" Shizuo yelled as Tom and he walked to the next stop. Everyone on the street moved out the way out of fear that they would be the next victim to blonde's fist if they stood to close. Shizuo was known as 'the strongest man in Ikebukuro'. He was someone you defiantly did not want to irritate.

"What's been irritating you lately?" Tom asked curiously. Shizuo seemed to be pissed off a lot these last couple of days, and as the debt collector look around, everyone else seemed on edge. Like they were waiting for the worst to happen. Tom let out a sigh. "You know," he started out, "You should calm down a little, Shizuo."

Looking over at his bodyguard, Tom saw Shizuo's eyebrows were scrunched up and were dangerously close to one another. His light brown eyes behind his trademark blue sunglasses were narrowed out of annoyance and if Tom could see Shizuo hands through his pockets, he was sure his hands would be in fists. The debt collector was surprised that his former schoolmate didn't bring out a cigarette to calm his nerves.

Tom stopped walking and stood where he was while waiting for Shizuo to realize Tom was not walking with him anymore. Shizuo stopped walking as well and turned sideways so his left shoulder was facing Tom. Shizuo looked to Tom questionably.

"Maybe you should take the rest of the day off," Tom suggested. "I would hate for you to kill someone before we get money out them."

"Sorry," Shizuo apologized. Tom half smiled at Shizuo.

"Don't worry about it. Just cool your head a little. See ya," Tom waved as he started walking away. Shizuo actually felt bad about causing his employer so much trouble. Shizuo hated violence but those people just irritated him so much that he couldn't control himself. If they were a little less irritating, maybe Shizuo wouldn't have to kick their asses all the time.

Shizuo finally took out a cigarette and lit it. He took one big drag of it and blew out the smoke. Shizuo looked at his cigarette and confirmed it. Cigarettes did not get rid of ragging headaches, but they sure as hell calmed the blonde down, even if it just a little. Shizuo guessed he would have to visit a certain annoying, underground doctor. Shizuo's headache tripled just thinking about Shinra, if that is possible.

*Type type type* Is something the matter? To say Celty was surprise to see Shizuo at her and Shinra's shared apartment without any physical wounds for Shinra to heal would be an understatement. Shizuo hated dealing with the underground doctor more that he had to, even though they did go to high school together.

"I have a headache so I came to see if the idiot could do anything about it," Shizuo said as he took off his sunglasses and put them in his vest. Celty mentally let out a sigh. She thought something was up, but everything seemed normal.

*type type type* I'll get Shinra. You can sit wherever you like. Celty's phone slipped into her sleeve and she disappeared into one of the back rooms. Shizuo walked in the apartment and closed the door. He walked over to the couch and sat down. Shizuo leaned back and closed his eyes as he took in the silence. Ever so slowly, Shizuo's headache lessened. Maybe he didn't need to see the underground doctor. Maybe all he needed was silence.

"Hi, Shizuo!" Shinra exclaimed happily. Shizuo opened his eyes to see the new source of his headache with an expression that anyone could tell was annoyance. "What can I do for you today? Hm?"

Shizuo stood up and walked away as he said, "Nothing. I'm leaving. It was a bad idea to come in the first place." Shinra started to panic and grabbed Shizuo's arm. Shinra let out an awkward laugh as Shizuo glared at him, obviously wondering why he was stopped.

Shinra let go of the blonde's arm and said with his signature happy-go-lucky smile, "Calm down, Shizuo. Celty already told me why you're here. You have a headache, right?"

"If you know, then why the hell did you ask in the first place?!"

"Shizuo. Shizuo, calm down," Shinra giggled. "No need to get angry. Here's some aspirin." Shinra held out a bottle to him that did in fact say 'aspirin,' but whether aspirin was in the bottle or not was a totally different thing. Shizuo hesitantly took the bottle out of Shinra's hand and examined it. "Don't tell me you don't trust in me." Shinra gave out a fake wounded look.

"I have reasons not to trust you."

Shinra shrugged with a 'what can you do' smile and then asked, "May I ask what's been giving you these headaches of yours?" Shizuo looked at the brunette like he should know and if he didn't, then oh well. "Izaya, isn't it?"

"He's up to something and I'm sure as hell not letting him get away with it," Shizuo growled. Shizuo might need that aspirin now, seeing as his headache was now annoying the heck out of him. Just thinking about the stupid stuff the stupid flea could be doing as of right now made the blonde's head pound.

"Oh yeah," Shinra exclaimed, cutting off Shizuo's thoughts, "I heard of this method that supposedly should help you get rid of your anger by letting you vent your thoughts to whomever without actually telling them." Shinra ran off into one of the back rooms and came back with paper and a pen. He gave them to Shizuo, who took it questionably.

Shinra pushed his friend toward the couch where Shizuo sat down, still looking at Shinra questionably. "Write what you think and feel about Izaya. It should make you feel better to let out all your emotions in a nonviolent way," Shinra explained.

"This is stupid," Shizuo said as he contradicted himself by actually complying with the brunette.

Shinra watched silently as Shizuo leaned forth so he could write on the glass coffee table in front of him. Shizuo looked confused at first, probably not knowing how to start. Then his expression changed to a more determined look as he started writing. After, his expression changed again to the one of a psycho killer who just found his prey as he wrote faster. Shinra was both afraid and curious as to what the ex-bartender was writing.

Then it happened. The paper ripped, probably from Shizuo writing too hard. Everything was silent as Shizuo was still and to make it worst, Shinra couldn't see Shizuo's expression because the blonde's bangs covered his eyes.

Shinra started to get nervous so he said, "We can get you a new paper, Shizuo. How about it?" Shinra stood there smiling and shaking as 'the strongest man in Ikebukuro' didn't say anything or move an inch.

Then just as the underground doctor was about to go get Shizuo another piece of paper, Shizuo let out a loud growl as he picked up the coffee table and threw it out the glass door leading to the balcony. The coffee table flew over the railing and down below where Shinra could hear a scream, probably from whomever the coffee table almost hit.

Celty ran out of one of the back rooms to see what was going on, only to see glass on the on the carpet and the balcony door with a hole in it. Then she looked over to see Shizuo holding the couch obviously about to throw that out as well.

Celty hurried over to Shizuo and tried to calm him down using hand motions. It took a while but it finally worked when Shizuo put the couch back down. But before Celty could question him, he ran out the apartment.

Shizuo couldn't contain it anymore. He had to go to Shinjuku to stop the flea. Shizuo didn't care what the flea was doing, how he was doing it, or why he was doing it. It just had to be stopped. And it would be.

"IZAYA!" the blonde yelled as he stood outside the informant's apartment building. The people walking outside glanced at the bodyguard, trying to figure out what was going on and at the same time trying not to get involved. "IZAYA!" The flea still didn't answer, and this was starting to tick Shizuo off. "IZA-"

"Shizu-chan!" Izaya said in a fake excited, surprised voice. Shizuo turned around to see Izaya holding a plastic bag filled with something, most likely sushi. "What are you doing here? Did you come to visit me?"

"No," Shizuo replied in a voice that was clear he was angry but was trying to control it, "I'm here to kill you."

"Why?" Izaya asked in a faked hurt voice, "What did I ever do?"

"You're plotting something and I don't like whatever it is." Shizuo came closer to Izaya to make sure he heard the last part. "So I'm going to put a stop to it." Izaya and Shizuo stared at each other and everyone who walked by could tell that something was about to go down. They could just feel the intensity surrounding the two former high school classmates.

Izaya sighed with a tired smile, the first to stop their little stare down. "I would love to stay and chat or even fight with you, but, unfortunately, I'm busy. So I'll leave you with them." Izaya snapped his fingers and, sure enough, they were surrounded by a group of people who were clearly part of a gang. "Well, see ya, Shizu-chan!" With that, Izaya left through the gang members.

"IZAYA, COME BACK HERE!" the blonde shouted, but the informant didn't even turn around as he disappeared into his apartment building, leaving Shizuo to fight punks that both of them knew would never defeat the ex-bartender.

A/N: I actually like the idea of writing out your feelings and frustration in a letter. I did that when my little brother was annoying me and it actually helped. Unfortunately it didn't help Shizuo (sorry). Also I love Tom and Shizuo's friendship. It's like Tom is so understanding so I had to add a little scene with those two.

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