Hey again. Another post of fanfic.
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Words were powerful.
People used them everyday, whether they were used to engage war or to declare love, they were used nonetheless.
Words were weapons that he could never wield, even though he could write them down and show them to others, it just wasn't the same, he was caged in his own body, never to use them to brush against others.
He was in a cage within a cage, only to have one more surrounding those two.
If words were wings, Izaya could never hope to be free...
Shizuo paced back and forth in front of Shinra's desk, his face was taught in rage that obviously wasn't forgotten over the night.
"-He didn't even have the guts to talk to me! He just shoved that stupid-ass whiteboard in my face and smiled! How-how-Arrrrrrgh-!" He stopped pacing and was now fisting his hair in a fit.
"But Shizuo-"Shinra was cut off in his explanation as Shizuo continued his rant, then he too was cut off as Izaya walked in and used this opportune moment to shove a premeditated message into the brunets face.
It read:
-'Good mourning idiot, I didn't think you would be coming to school today, you know with your brain being as small as it is plus the fact that you broke it yesterday~'-
Probably wasn't a very good idea on Izaya's part, because the second Shizuo was done reading the message he let out an ear splitting cry and flung the desk in front of him- Shinra and all- at Izaya, whose smirk only grew in size, as he waited and dodged at the last moment, watching idly as the desk smashed into the door the teacher just walked through.
The teacher wasn't very happy.
"SHIZUO! Go to the office now and take Shinra to the nurses while your at it!" With a huff, said teach walked to the front of the room just as the bell rang and addressed the rest of the class, not even casting a backwards glance to the now dejected Shizuo who was exiting the broken door with an unconscious Shinra in his arms.
Half a day later Shinra limped back into the room, a cheeky grin in place and bandages on said cheeks. Shinra's swelled eyes scanned the room until they landed on Izaya's garnet ones, he followed them until he was in the seat next Izaya on said persons right, Kadota flanking him on the left.
"Izaya," Shinra whispered. "that wasn't very nice of you to do. By now you figured out how short his string is, you shouldn't try to burn and tug on it every chance you get! Some one can get hurt," He thought for a moment. "like me!"
Shinra waited patiently as Izaya jotted down his response.
-'Fuck you Shinra, it's fun~
Whatever, I'll do what I want!'-
Shinra just shook his head, of course Izaya would find enjoyment in enraging a sleeping lion like Shizuo and watching him destroy anything in his path.
Izaya was definitely a sadist.
Shizuo was officially pissed off, and now held an unorthodox hatred for Izaya, and personal whiteboards, although the former with just a bit more spite. He walked home angrily, each foot slamming hard against the pavement which was cracking in the brunets single-minded rage.
The sound of lazy skipping entered Shizuo's senses, and as if on instinct, he swung around and using his momentum grabbed and ripped out the 'Pedestrian X-ing' sign an old lady was ironically leaning against, and flung it at the twerp he knew without looking was Izaya. The offended in this case, ebony haired teen parried without fault, somehow managing to block the aluminum pole that was attached to it's partnered sign with only a switch blade, a feat that only ninja could hope to achieve. Staying in the deadlock for only a short moment Shizuo took his opportunity and quickly jerked the pole back closer to him, in turn causing Izaya to stumble and get caught in the forward thrust of the abused pole the brunet was holding, winding and flinging the raven-haired teen back several yards. Izaya looked up at Shizuo in surprise then down to his mid-section that now sported a bruise and was slowly leaking blood.
"What's wrong flea? Did I hurt you." The teen still holding the crumpled sign asked, surprise and concern lacing his slightly breathless voice. Izaya only shook his head and scribbled something shakily down on his whiteboard that had magically appeared.
-'No, I'm fine you dumb brute. See ya later, I have to go home.'-
Shizuo's fading anger returned full blast when he saw that the other was still only talking to him via evil whiteboard, going on impulse he grabbed the retreating Izaya's back and turned him around and shouted in his face.
"Why won't you fucking talk to me Flea?" His heavy, angered pants fell onto Izaya's startled face, his mouth moving with phantom shouts before he remembered.
The last thing Shizuo saw that day was a frantic Izaya scribbling down his response and dropping the board, running away as fast as he could from the brunet.
Shizuo bent down, curious as to why the other would retreat so quickly, perhaps it was another insult?
He was wrong.
The words written on the white scratched up surface, in hasty elegant script, was the words Shizuo doubted he would ever forget, even if he wanted to, they read:
-'I'm mute'-
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