It took me a long time to update this because I don't think it's getting any better. The story, my writing, I think it's all crap and nothing worth readers' time. I now have a hunch that I should end fic soon. Yet I thank you all for the reviews. It's not everyday I get to read something sweet XD As a matter of fact, i's quite a phenomenon.

Chapter 8 – Shizuo's Worst Quiet Ikebukuro Day

"Excuse me," Shizuo tapped a shoulder of an old lady who just came out of the grocery store. "Could you please tell me what time is it?"

"It... it... it is... 5: 15. The summer sky... displays... rather a deceiving appearance." The senior spoke slowly in her hoarse voice.

"Are you sure that it is a quarter past five already?" The blond couldn't believe his ears. Definitely the sky did portray a blazing 2 p.m. atmosphere but it wasn't the sky that made him feel dubious.

"Of course I'm sure!" The old woman literally spat the words out of her wrinkly mouth. "Can't trust me just because I'm old? Fine! Go and ask other younger fellows in the place. It is the hour of five! People like you are so insensitive. Asking for help and then doubting the guidance offered. Youngsters are so crazy. Back when I was young..."

Shizuo watched that old lady walk away whilst talking to herself. What's up with her? His anger metre suddenly rose an inch. What's up with her? He wanted to at least slap her but picking on old fools like her wasn't even worth a man's time. He decided to let the situation slip by without him getting violent.

But if I get violent, maybe I'll meet him. The thought popped out of his head.

The reason why he couldn't believe that it was already five was because of him. That raven-haired man hasn't appeared yet! He never got to see even the fur tip of his jacket. Was this another day when he wouldn't see those pair of crimson eyes gleaming at him? Could this be yet another day when he wouldn't feel that sharp blade destroy his clothes, wouldn't hear his velvety voice mock him, wouldn't feel the thrill of chasing that skinny man and most of all, wouldn't feel his heart pulse in happiness once he got to see his pale beautiful face? It was another "quiet Ikebukuro day" today and those days were piling up. Everybody else may enjoy the peacefulness but he didn't appreciate it at all.

First, the blond thought that the phenomenon of a nonviolent ambiance was only temporary but when day two, day three and day four followed, he knew something wasn't right. Was that flea avoiding him? Or was this one of his experiments? Whatever the reason was, quiet Ikebukuro day pissed him off now on its fourteenth day.

The bartender dashed to the nearest lamppost and without even using a hundred-percent of his strength, lifted the tall light-stand. His anger metre has now reached its peak and he went on a rampage. He swung the huge thing and hit a random green Volkswagen. The closest building beside the madman received a blow. The red bricks collapsed once his powerful fist made contact with the hard wall. The blond hunk decided to play all by himself and destroy, demolish, devastate all things out of anger. And no brave soul dared to stop him. Actually, it was quite normal and the folks in this area were already used to his behaviour. After making a big commotion in the same spot, he ran all the way to the next block and found his favourite thing to carry: a vending machine. He raised the coffee-producing machine and tossed it to the direction where he knew Shinjuku laid. The vending machine flew in the air but not for long. It never even reached Shinjuku. It never even reached the certain head it was suppose to hit. The moment it crashed in the ground, it was destroyed and a little flame suddenly shot up. With his long legs, he turned away and ran home to his lonely apartment.

Lights quickly shot up from everywhere. It took the bartender to realise that it was already night. A black blanket was set up in the sky with a very few of those glimmering stars. The stores were getting noisier and the soft murmurs that pervaded among the busy throng increased its volume. The temperature was slowly dropping. The weather and the people acted as normal as ever. The only life that wasn't normal was Shizuo's.

That realisation just slapped him hard in the face. It was all because of Izaya. Ever since he came to his world, that flea did nothing but ruin his life.

The blond dived to the road and grabbed a stop sign. He pulled it off from its post and jumped back to the street. Clumsily, he landed at the edge of the elevated street. He lost his balance and his grip on the stop sign. His body stumbled back and soon collapsed down on to the cold pavement. The colour red was the last thing his brown eyes met as the stop sign dropped and slammed his handsome face.

Short. Boring. Un-amusing. Un-humorous. I hate this chapter the most! LOL, as a writer, yes, I CAN hate what I write, too!