There were screams and crashes and yells of pain while one enraged voice resonated through the crowd of horrified people.

"YOU FUCKING AMBUSHED ME?! HUH?!" An enraged blonde bellowed the question.

Shizuo Heiwajima aka the Monster of Ikebukuro was practically seething. He was having a fine day collecting debts with Tom, his boss. There was no trouble today and they all paid up. Shizuo hadn't even seen Izaya today! Everything was peachy keen until a hard metal rod came down on the back of Shizuo's head with as much force as the weak gang member could muster. His teeth clashed together harshly, cutting his cigarette in half and blood poured from his head relentlessly.

He slowly straightened himself out and he put a hand to the top of his head where he felt the sharp blow, bringing his hand back into visual range. Crimson was stained across his fingertips and smudged against his palm. He didn't even register the pain. He was gonna beat the living shit out of the person and then dismiss him, but then the worst happened.

A single, crimson drop fell as slowly as a drop of blood could fall onto his bartender vest. He got that from Kasuka.

Everything went to Hell.

"YOU RUINED MY DAY! MY FUCKING PERFECT DAY!"

Gang members cowered in fear while others silently prayed to the Gods. Heck! Anyone they could pray to for saving them! Some thought they could handle him and charged.

Poor foolish humans. May their damned souls rest in their naive peace.

Unknown to everyone, Izaya was on the top of the nearest building observing the fight with an amused smirk. Ah what stupid humans~! But that's what made them so fun to observe!

Projectiles and childish gang members went flying as the blonde went on his rampage. He punched each and every one of them to their doom when something caught his eye. A glimmer of silver.

He then felt a millisecond of pain across his cheek that he barely thought of and he looked up at the direction the weapon was thrown.

Orihara Izaya smirked down at his enemy.

"Izaya! I should have known this was that bastard's fault!' Shizuo thought.

"Shi-zu-chan~!" he said happily, smirking and stretching out each syllable.

"IZAYA! I should have known this was your fault louse! It always damn is!" he turned to Izaya cracking his knuckles.

The brunette jumped down from the building using the fire escape for leverage and stood a good distance in front of the debt collector.

"Aw~! You almost wound me as much as Namie! Do you have no faith in that one percent~?" he asks.

"Fuck no."

Izaya smirks and whips his flickblade out defensively in front of him.

"Alas, Shizu-chan, this really wasn't my fault and I could hardly care if you believe me or not~! It's always more fun when the brute plays my game~!"

There's a low growl in response. "Do you fucking WANT to die louse?!"

"No way Shizu-chan~! That's why I'm so good at outrunning you~! But today I only came for one reason~!"

"I don't give a damn about your reason; I'm going to slaughter you!"

"Bye Shizu-chan!" Izaya says quickly while smirking.

Shizuo falters for a second. "Bye?"

The burgundy-eyed informant gave a short nod.

"Mhm~! I'm going away for a few weeks~!" he states. "Try not to miss me too much, ne~?"

The giant blonde is thoroughly confused but happy. He grins. "I would never fucking miss you!" he spits.

"But where are you going louse? Not that I care. Just so I can kill you when you come back."

The informant smirks and shrugs. "Suuuuure Shizu-chan. Thaaat's the reason." He says sarcastically.

"I'm going to England~! I've been sent on an all expenses paid vacation by the Yakuza. Nice people~!" he notes dully.

"Whatever. Just as long as you're not here. And you owe me a new vest!"

"I owe you zilch Shizu-chan. I didn't do this, this time~!" he winks and twirls as he starts walking off.

"Bye Shizu-chan~! Don't forget when I come back I'm gonna make your life a living Hell for all the lost time~!"

"Che" Shizuo spits.

And they part ways, going on their separate journies.