With a deep sigh, he let the light gray smoke flow out of his slightly opened mouth. Even though it hadn't even been a day, he was tired of being bodyguard for the flea. It wasn't really a bodyguard's job anyway. It was more like a... butler's or a babysitter's. That's right. Shizuo Heiwajima was babysitting the flea.
He was standing in the kitchen, half leaned out of an opened window with his arms resting on the frame. He was going to quit this damned job after a day. Why the hell would he stay? Sure he would get paid but he could always find another job. He frowned lightly by that thought. Of course he couldn't get another job. No one would hire him.
Placing the lit cigarette between his slightly parted lips, he breathed in, taking some of the cancer filled smoke in. His eyes were locked at nothing. He was just standing there, smoking one of the cancer-sticks. As he pulled the lit cigarette out from between his lips, he quickly blew the light gray smoke out, his eyes trailing up to see it disappear a few seconds later in the cold air.
He was just standing there, enjoying the silence and enjoying not being bothered by the flea. He just wanted peace and silence. But when he heard almost silent and very slow footsteps behind him, he knew he would only have a few more seconds of lovely silence and peace to smoke his long wanted cigarette.
Izaya, who hadn't been able to even close an eye knowing the monster was in his office, sneaked as silently as possible up behind the blonde man, a grin spread across his face. That was, until he noticed the smoke coming from in front of the man. His grin quickly disappeared and his eyes narrowed. In a few quick and not very silent stomps, he made it up next to the bodyguard. He stared at him for just a few seconds, his eyes narrowed, before he reached his one hand out, two of his thin fingers grabbing around the caner-stick between the monster's slightly parted lips, and he quickly pulled it away from the other.
In a quick and single motion with his one hand, he broke the still smoking cigarette in half, turning it out as he threw it down onto the hard ground. He stared with narrowed eyes at the blonde, knowing what he just did would piss the man off.
Shizuo quickly turned his head to the side, sending the informant an intense glare. "What the hell was that for, flea?" He knew he was about to lose it, explode of the anger he had been holding in for the whole time he was in the flea's office. He was just about to break, explode. It wouldn't take much. However, he couldn't let himself kill the raven. He wouldn't get any money and would end up living on the streets, having nowhere to live, nothing to eat and would die of hunger. He could always... let it go out on the underground doctor. It was his fault after all, that it all ended like this.
"You're going to die too soon if you keep smoking that much. If you're going to be my bodyguard, I can't have you die before me. Then I don't have anyone to take care of me, even though I can take care of myself. So stop smoking. If you don't, I'll keep taking your cigarettes," Izaya explained fast, barely pausing to breathe. He crossed his arms across his chest, staring at the probably furious blonde. If he was going to get killed, he could at least have some fun before he was.
"You don't decide what I do and when, flea!" Of course, Shizuo knew that wasn't really true. The flea did decide what he did, now that he was his bodyguard, babysitter, butler or whatever the hell he was now. Just as he was about to say something more, protest and get mad at the raven, he was interrupted by that annoying voice coming from the skinny man next to him.
"Now, that's where you are wrong, Shizu-chan." Izaya coughed shortly and silently, before he started talking again, knowing it would drive the blonde insane at some point. "Since you are my bodyguard now..." He grinned lightly at his own words, before he continued. "I do decide what you do and when. To say it short; I'm your boss and you have to listen to me from now on. Unless..." He paused again, sighing and spreading his arms out. "You want to end up on the streets and starve to death?"
Shizuo let an almost silent growl pass his lips, his eyes locked in a furious glare at the raven. He really tried his best to keep his anger inside, but that man... Every little thing that damned flea did, would make him lose it, explode in anger. And yet again, he was close to it. He had to calm down. There was only a few ways. One was to storm out of the place, another was to actually finally kill the man, and then... there was smoking. Those cancer filled sticks always made him calm down a bit. Well, at least most of the time. It was worth a shot. But he couldn't. Not now.
"Weren't you about to sleep, flea?" He wanted the man to just disappear from the planet known as Earth. He wanted him dead, gone forever and out of his own life, that the man already had been messing with. And now it was his job to make that impossible? It was just too damn strange. He sure as hell was going to make the underground doctor pay for what he had done.
Izaya sighed, obviously exhausted from not getting any good sleep for days, probably weeks. "I was, but when I have a monster in my office, going around and planning to kill me, it's not very easy to even close an eye." He let another sigh pass his slightly parted lips, as he turned around on his heels. "Especially when that monster is you, Shizu-chan. I know you want me dead, so of course I'm not going to get any sleep at all while you're stuck here being my bodyguard."
"If I could, I would leave in a split second, flea." Shizuo glared at the back of the back of the raven's head for a few seconds, before he turned his head to point his gaze back out through the opened window, where he only a few moments ago had been standing and enjoying the silence, the peace he probably wouldn't get back for many days, weeks or whenever this nightmare would end.
"I know." Izaya sighed once again, his eyes drifting half closed. Was he really that tired, that he actually was about to fall asleep standing? He quickly shook his head, waking himself up again. "Anyway... Don't smoke." He quickly walked away from the blonde, walking out to sit down on the black leather chair behind the large wooden desk in his office. Maybe finding some information would keep him awake? Stalking his lovely humans.
Shizuo waited just a few moments, making sure the other wasn't coming back for a while. He then let his one hand slide down his one pocket, pulling the half filled pack of cigarettes and the plain lighter up from his pocket. He sure as hell wasn't going to listen to some damn flea. Why would he?
He quickly opened the pack, one of the cancer-sticks sticking up. He moved his slightly parted lips around the end and pulled it up from where the other cigarettes where. In the first try, he got the cigarette lit up with the plain lighter, a short and orange/red light coming from the end, before smoke moved out from it. Somehow it was always relaxing to take one of those cancer filled sticks, even though he was well aware, that he could die from it some day. He just didn't care, for some reason.
He thought he was able to stand and at least smoke half of the cigarette done, but only a few seconds after he had lit it, he heard the chair from the office move aroud on the hard surface under it. He sighed and rolled his eyes when he heard quick stomping in the direction to where he was standing. Why did the flea even care how much he smoked?
Izaya, who somehow had managed to hear the lighter flick, grumbled something low and incoherent to himself, as he quickly stomped into the kitchen, where the blonde was standing and smoking again, even though he had told him not to. "I thought I told you not to do that, Shizu-chan!" In a quick move, he grabbed around the cigarette, pulling it out from the bodyguard's lips and quickly breaking it in half. "If you can't stop, then I'm going to have to take your lighter and the rest of the pack!"
"Why do you even care, flea? It's not like you actually want me to keep on living! You can have other bodyguards to take care of you! Hell, you can have Shinra, that bastard, to take care of you! I don't want to keep you from dying! I want you dead after all!" Shizuo didn't even do as much as glance at the raven. All he wanted was to have a cigarette. Just one. Was that really too much to ask for?
"You're really stupid, Shizu-chan." Izaya sighed and turned around on his heels again. "If I catch you in smoking one more time, I'll take those damn cancer-sticks from you." He knew how he was sounding. But to be honest, he really didn't care. He nodded shortly, before he left the kitchen once again.
Of course, Shizuo took another one of the cancer-sticks. But before he could even put the pack back down in his pocket, it was grabbed by the informant, who quickly threw it out the window, letting it fall down on the ground far down.
Shizuo thought he was going to lose it at that moment. But somehow he managed to keep his anger down. At least for a bit longer. He quickly turned a bit to send the informant an intense and furious glare, hoping the damn flea would burst into flames at that second. "Fine! If that's how you're going to play!"
Izaya reacted in a split second. He knew the monster was furious, pissed off, and it would be best to just leave and disappear in that same second. And so, he quickly turned around on his heels and made a run out of the kitchen, knowing that the monster probably would be right after him.
A/N: Please review~! ;3