Sweat ran down his forehead to his cheeks, making his raven colored bangs cling to the slightly wet forehead. His chest went up and down quickly, he was panting heavily. The lack of sleep and food made him weak and his vision slowly got blurry, his eyes not seeing things correctly, not seeing anything as it should. He felt like passing out, stopping this whole thing before it got too far. But his 'bodyguard' wouldn't let him, not before that monster was satisfied and had him dead, lying on the ground and no longer existing. Yes. Izaya Orihara was running for his life.
How it got to that is not hard to figure out. He had caught the monster standing and smoking again, even though he had thrown the pack of cigarettes down the window, making sure the other wouldn't smoke again. But of course, the monster didn't do as he was told. Instead, he bought a new pack and wasn't going to listen to any of the orders he got. Why would he anyway? He was Shizuo Heiwajima, the monster. Not some butler or babysitter for the flea, the man he hated most of all. Just because the underground doctor had forced him to take care of the flea, it didn't mean he should stop doing something he liked to do and something that could make him calm down; smoke.
And so, when Izaya caught him standing out of the opened window in the kitchen again, he had quickly went up to him, thrown the cigarette out of the window, searched the man's pockets to find both the pack of cigarettes and the lighter, before he ran for his life.
In a furious, loud and ear piercing yell, Shizuo almost screamed the informant's name in pure anger, immediately losing his held back anger and just starting to chase the man. Why the hell couldn't he just stand and smoke without being interrupted for less than a minute? He was definitely going to quit this job after the first day. He didn't need an excuse. He could just tell the doctor the truth and then just walk away, never come back and never see that damn flea again.
And then it just happened; the chase. They had tried it so many times, but this time the informant was actually weak and wasn't seeing straight, definitely not at his best. He could barely see where he was running and he knew he was about to pass out. But he would rather fall and pass out than to be caught by that monster, who definitely would crush him and kill him with his bare hands.
But even then, Izaya didn't stop running. His heart was racing fast and he felt exhausted already, but he couldn't stop himself from running away from the monster. He just couldn't stop his feet from taking fast and long steps forward, couldn't stop his own fear of his 'bodyguard', that suddenly returned again.
The anger was obvious to anyone. Shizuo was pissed and he had exploded out of something so stupid. Just because that damn flea had taking his pack of cigarettes and his only lighter, would that really make him so mad? Maybe he really was a monster. Nothing but a damn monster who couldn't even control his own anger and strength.
He knew he couldn't catch up with the informant, knew the other was too fast of a runner. But that couldn't stop him from at least try. Also, his body moved on it's own. He couldn't stop chasing the flea. His body just moved on it's own, his feet taking long and fast steps after the other.
Izaya quickly looked around, his vision just as blurry as before. Where could he hide? Where was the nearest hiding place? The desk. In a quick turn he made it around the large wooden desk. He stumbled behind it, forcing the monster to stand on the other side of the large wooden piece of furniture. At the force by his hands slamming against the wood, one of his computers almost fell over and landed on the hard floor. But only almost. It was shaking a bit but that was all. It didn't fall.
The raven stared terrified on the blonde, his eyes wide open even though he almost couldn't see a damn thing. He was panting heavily and deeply, his chest going up and down fast. He was shaking, shaking out of fear. Why was he being so scared? This wasn't the first time he had been chased and threatened by the monster but somehow it was different. This was in his office, the one place he thought he would be safe, the last place he could hide. That was all taken away now. By the underground doctor. Oh, was he going to make him pay a lot for this. If he made it out alive, out of the office and away from the monster, he would make him pay.
Shizuo stood on the other side of the large wooden desk, his eyes wide open in nothing but pure anger and locked on the informant's terrified face. "Give me... my damn cigarettes back, flea!" His anger was obvious in his voice. He was furious. He wasn't as exhausted and out of breath like the raven. He was just panting lightly after the run and the chase.
Izaya quickly shook on his head rapidly and tightened his grip around the lighter and the pack of cigarettes, probably bending a few of the cancer-sticks in the pack. "No! You're... you're not getting them back!" he yelled back almost breathlessly. He had to run, run and hide.
Shizuo slammed his palms down onto the wooden desk, making the informant jump in surprise. His eyes narrowed a bit and he sent the other a long and intense glare, showing obviously how furious he was. "Give. Me. My. Freaking. Cigarettes!" He was sure he was going to explode very soon. Yes, he hadn't exploded just yet. If he had, he would have thrown the desk out of the way, destroying the computers and whatever else was on the desk.
Izaya pressed himself up against the blank window behind him, his fear showing itself obviously in his eyes, face and his every movement. "No!" Was this monster never going to let him go? Was he bound to get killed right there because of some stupid cancer-sticks? He sure as hell did not hope it went that far.
Shizuo sighed and tried to calm himself down a bit. He took a short step back and stared angrily at the raven, noticing how scared he was in a split second but he didn't care. "If I promise I won't hit or kill you, will you give them back?" Maybe that was the only thing that could work. Hold his strength back. If that was what it took to get his cigarettes back, he would do it. Or at least try. It might not be possible, but he could always try.
Izaya nodded shortly and slowly took a few steps to the side. In several slow and short steps he made it around the desk and was now standing in front of his 'bodyguard', the distance not very big between them. He could feel himself shake, shake more than he thought he could without even being cold. He took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down and trying to make his fear go away. It didn't help much but it gave him enough courage to continue his approach to the monster he feared.
But as he slowly neared the blonde, the worst thing happened. He tripped. He simply just tripped over his own foot. And he fell. It was like it all went in slow-motion. He expected to feel the hard floor under him in a second, but instead he had grabbed around the thing nearest to him, this thing being the bodyguard, and pulled it down with him.
Shizuo didn't have time to react. It all happened in less than a second. Before he knew it, he felt the hard floor under him, his back pressed against it, and the flea was lying on him. He had closed his mocha eyes in reaction and grumbled something incoherent low to himself, before he slowly opened his eyes. What his eyes met as they went open, sent an alarm to his head. But his mind was blank. Nothing came to him. Not a single thought.
Izaya stared down at the man now under him, his crimson red eyes wide open in shock. His hands were tightly clenched around the fabric of the bodyguard's shirt from the bartender uniform. He didn't know if it was because of fear or something else, but his heart was beating fast, faster than he first thought.
Their bodies were pressed against each other and their faces closer than they ever had been before. Their noses lightly touched and their lips had only a short distance between them. Both men's hearts was racing, none of them knew if it was because of the shock or something else.
Izaya swallowed thickly, feeling his own cheeks heat up and turn slight red as he felt the blonde's breath way too close to his own lips. This was weird. What was this feeling he felt all of the sudden? It wasn't fear. Maybe just part fear and part something completely different, almost the complete opposite. It was a feeling he never even dared himself to feel and something he hadn't felt towards the monster he feared before.
Finally he pulled away, letting go of the shirt and sitting up at first. He knew he was sitting on the blonde's lower stomach and knew he would get killed for being so close to the other. But somehow his fear was just slowly replaced with something else. He slowly pulled himself up on his feet, unsteady as first.
"S-sorry..." he mumbled low and gave the lying bodyguard a short stare, before he turned around and as quick as possible, he ran to the bathroom once again. He slammed the door shot and locked it a split second after, locking himself into the bathroom yet again, this time not hiding from the monster out of fear but because of that other feeling he had.
Shizuo didn't move. He was too shocked to even move a muscle. He was just lying there where he had been forced to fall down. His eyes were locked up on the ceiling far up in the flea's office. He heard the door slam shut but he didn't do a thing. His anger had disappeared in a split second but it wasn't replaced with anything. His mind just went blank when he felt the informant's breath falling on his own lips.
Finally he slowly pulled himself up to sit on the hard surface under him. He turned his head to look in the direction of the bathroom, where the raven had hidden himself yet again. But something caught his attention quickly. The pack of cigarettes and the lighter thrown down on the floor in the fall. The pack was clenched tightly together on the middle and the lighter had been cracked open as it hit the floor. Now there was no way he could smoke for a while, since he couldn't leave the office for a bit. He could, but for some reason he just didn't want to.
He turned his gaze down and stared down on a spot on the floor, before he mumbled low to himself; "What the hell just happened...?"
A/N: Please review~! ;3