A relatively short chapter, but at least we got some more characters to the mix. Basically, I'll be introducing some random storylines and adding on to them. I promise there'll be an ending though!

And a word of warning: This fic may or may not contain light novel spoilers.

And thanks to those who liked and faved my story so far. : )

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Chapter II: Dura

In the course of only one year, Shizuo Heiwajima had managed to go through almost a third of the odd jobs available in Ikebukuro. Each time, he promised himself that he wouldn't let his anger get the better of himself. Remember, the customer is always right!

Except when they're fucking wrong!

No matter how long he'd try to endure their stupidity, it always ended with his nails leaving deep marks of frustration on the counter, at least a few calls for an ambulance, and a room that was once perfectly neat and organized left in ruin. The worst he'd ever done was probably in that one supermarket. Food had flown everywhere to the point that nothing could be salvaged and the store's shelves were so broken, it was hard to believe that products once lined them. He'd usually have to pay property damage in some way or form, but it wasn't too uncommon for the manager to just let him go out of fear that their head would be next.

Honestly, the process of being hired and fired so easily had been grating right from the start. Every time it seemed to he might actually have a chance at sustaining a stable job, just one tantrum would leave him pissed and unemployed again. There had to be at least one thing he couldn't screw up…

Apparently, there was one thing. Beating people into submission. His friend from middle school, Tom, was a debt collector. Needless to say, things weren't really working out for him. That's where Shizuo came in. And for once, things were actually working out. His only real aggravation from the deal was that he'd have to be dealing with idiots on a regular basis.

Idiots like this guy.

Tom and Shizuo stood silently in front of a small run down complex near the edge of the city. At least one would assume it was run down judging by the looks of the buildings surrounding it. Honestly, no one could really tell what the house itself looked like.

Right on the grounds the yard was supposed to be, large stone bricks towered towards the sky to the point that the duo was completely shielded from the sun they would've been directly hit with. Among the bricks were large English letters painted in a threatening font and a small metallic door that was riddled all over with countless locks, chains, and keyholes. From within the fortress, an American flag stretched up even higher than the bricks themselves and blew in the air in a sneering fashion.

"The hell?" Shizuo muttered

Tom sighed and lightly placed his left hand on his forehead. "You see? This is why I hate trying to collect money from this guy."

"The hell's wrong with him?"

"Some American World War Two veteran. Keeps yelling at me to go away every time I come here. Holds a lot of anti-Japanese sentient apparently."

Shizuo scoffed. If you hate Japan so much, then why the hell did you move here?

"You know what?" Tom began again. "How about we save ourselves the trouble and get Vorona here instead. At least he probably won't start throwing shit at her."

"Fine by me," Shizuo groaned.

And with the small amount of time they spent there having passed, the two turned away to leave. It just wasn't worth the trouble.

Only a few feet away from the crazed building, Shizuo felt a passing itch on his back which he simply brushed away. A few moments later, it was followed by another small itch. Then another. Then another. Goddamn, how'd he get so itchy all of a sudden?

Before he could further ignore the peculiar itches, an obnoxious cackle sounded from behind. The two turned back towards the brick fortress only to notice an old man on top of the structure standing next to a small pile of rocks and laughing as if there was no tomorrow. Rocks. So those were the itches.

"The heck? Is he insane?" Tom muttered.

At this point, the man continued to throw rocks while at the same time shouting insulting slurs in English. Tom made some attempts to explain the concept of debt to him, but with the rocks being thrown at him combined with the man's lack of understanding of Japanese, he gave up pretty quickly.

"Goddammit, if you're going to move to Japan, at least learn Japanese. And learn to like Japanese!"

"Can someone tell me why the fuck this man is even in the country?" Shizuo said all while rocks continued to be pelted towards their way. The whole time, he'd done nothing but stand calmly. Well, not really calmly. In fact, he was getting more pissed by the second.

Another rock smacked right on to his forehead. Of course it didn't hurt, but the sheer stupidity of it all made his blood rise. "Hey," he began. "Can I tear him apart now?"

"Go right ahead."

It happened all so suddenly. The small neighborhood was once haunted by the brick fortress's presence, but now was face-to-face with bright sunlight as well as piece of land ruined with broken stone bricks everywhere to the point that it resembled a decrepit temple.

With a part of the flag's torn pole in hand, Shizuo looked left and right for the old man. Hit with another rock, he dashed straight towards the direction only to lose his target again. The process continued even after they had long left the area of the man's home.

His head darting in each direction of the crowded city streets, all Shizuo could think during his search was, How the hell can that old man run so fast? He's almost as fast as…as…

His blood began to boil.

Tom had long since left the ruined fortress and began to make his way back to the agency's office. Even near the outskirts of the city, he could still hear the angered roar of his friend and co-worker. He shook his head. "As long as he doesn't kill the guy."

If there was one thing that Shizuo hated more than incomprehensible idiots, it was anything that reminded him of that damn flea.

A group of four lounged around in one of the back rooms of Russia Sushi. While the dirty blonde was busy bantering about a new anime he'd recently seen, a capped brunette girl rested her head on the table in deep thought, a long haired man shook a magazine with his unsteady hands and stared at it in a stressed manner, and a capped man sat silently and endured the insanity.

"But the action scenes were amazing! It was like non-stop beat downs every second! I mean, I had a hard time remembering it was a harem anime."

"This…can't be. No, I should be happy for her, but…"

"… I GOT IT!… No, that won't work either, huh?"

Kyohei's left eye twitched. Things were a little more unsteady than usual today.

"Oh god, I can't believe it's actually true!" Saburo found himself shouting as he crushed the magazine and sobbed to the ceiling. The sudden outburst managed to quiet Walker down.

"What's up?"

"It's Ruri Hijiribe. She's dating someone!"

"Is that all?" Kyohei responded.

"Hey, don't take it too lightly," Walker retorted. "Idols are kind of like anime characters. You can't actually reach them, but you want to be with them, so knowing the reality of things ruins the illusion."

"But whether she's an idol or not, she's a person. She can go ahead and do whatever she wants with her life."

"I know, I know," Saburo sighed. "I guess I should be happy for her, but-"

"I GOT IT!" Erika darted her head up, her fifth outburst that afternoon, and startled everyone else on the table. Her eyes looked fired up and full of determination.

…

Her eyes then deteriorated into an annoyed and tired fashion. "No, that'll end with them making out. That's no good." Once again, she rested her head back on to her arms.

Silence.

"So," Kyohei said as he picked up the last of his sushi. "What was that anime you were talking about again?"

"Oh, right!" Walker began again. "So near the end of the fight scene, the main character almost gets shot right in the stomach, but the shy girl ended up shielding him instead and then it turns out she can make force fields."

Are there people still liking this? Anyone? XD Oh, who cares? I'm having a blast!

And a random note. I really doubt Shizuo's plotline is going to last long. XD

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