You were now face to face with Izaya Orihara.
"It's about time! I have a bone to pick with you."
You cracked your neck and charged at him, but Izaya caught your wrist with little effort. He looked bored and unimpressed as if he were attacked everyday, which wouldn't be a surprise, the asshole deserved it.
"So this is what you wanted? How annoying. I thought you wanted to fight with words not fists. I'm disappointed in you."
You growled and struggled to free yourself from his grip.
"Cut the crap and fight me!"
You prepared yourself to head butt him, but Izaya wrapped you in a head lock.
"You're just like that brainless muscle head you live with. I find that quite irritating." He was too busy preaching to be on guard. Big mistake. With a simple kick he was doubled over in a second. You smirked triumphantly as he let go of you.
"You really shouldn't underestimate your opponent." He stood up, shaky at first. Getting hit by flying vending machines and heavier wasn't even remotely similar to a kick in the crotch. And a kick in the balls was exactly what he needed.
"I wouldn't call you an opponent since I don't fight girls." Izaya finally replied. "Especially girls that fight dirty."
"Why? Are you scared of being beat by one?"
"You're pretty cocky the complete opposite of your sister."
"Don't you dare talk about my sister like you know her." You snarled.
"Oh but I do know her, more than you even." He paused then added with a smirk. "And last night I got to know every inch of her."
Your eyes widened in shock, much to the informants delight.
"Why you piece of shit!"
You pounced on him pleased with the sound of his head hitting the concrete. With one hand you clutched his shirt and brought him to you. You used the other to run your fingers along his face gently before sinking your nails into his soft flesh. He threw you off, but you were satisfied with the three scratch marks you left behind.
"I didn't expect you to be such an animal." Izaya said in an agitated voice as he touched his face.
"Do you feel like fighting yet?" You grinned as you stood up, but ducked instinctually as you heard an object flying behind you. It was a good thing too; as you saw a vending machine hit Izaya and send him flying. You knew only one person who could've done that. You turned around and sure enough there he was; Shizuo Heiwajima panting heavily and glaring at you.
"The hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm here to beat Izaya up like I said I would."
"Even after I told you all the shit he does?" You nodded
"I'll take my chances."
"Tch like hell I'll let you! You're going back to the apartment while I deal with the flea!"
"The only person who will be dealing with this asshole is me! The more you treat me like a kid the more I'll disobey you."
You both stared each other down, as Izaya slowly began to slip away. The informant moved unnoticed it seemed until Shizuo threw a sign at him without breaking away from your gaze. This was the ultimate fight for dominance and neither of you were going to back down.
"(F/N)…." The man growled
"Shizuo…." You growled back
"Go back to the apartment now."
"I'm not going anywhere without kicking his ass first."
"I'm running out of patience…"
"And I'm getting annoyed."
Your famous death glare was doing nothing for you right now; you had to throw him a curveball.
"Shizuo…" You said his name softly much to the man's confusion. You took off the baseball cap and let your hair fall freely.
"What are you doing?" Shizuo asked nervously.
"I-I'm sorry I don't listen to you. I really appreciate that you're there for me whenever I need you. And I never show it…"
By now the two men were beyond confused.
"So… I want to give you something to show my gratitude…" You grabbed the edge of your shirt gently and tugged it over your upper body, then head revealing your tank top.
"I'll…do whatever you ask of me..."
Shizuo took a few seconds to absorb what just happened.
"G-Good. Now go back to the apartment. I'll be there soon."
"Alright….but first…" You stepped forward coming closer to the nervous blond, knowing his guard was down and kicked him swiftly in the shin. Normally, an attack on the former bar tender would prove useless, but because of how vulnerable that part of the leg is, how powerful the kick was, and being caught off guard like that, the blow delivered quite the amount of pain.
"Fuuuuuck!"
"Sorry Shizuo, but a girl's gotta do what she has to."
Izaya, upon seeing this burst into laughter, laughing hysterically.
"Oh…oh god if there was one! I can't believe you fell for that! I knew you were all brawn and no brain but come on!" He chocked
"And your face! Priceless! The way your face turned red like some dreamy school girl!"
After he stopped laughing and regained his composure he continued.
"I didn't know you were a lolicon Shizu-chan. I know what I'm blackmailing you for this time. A poor defenseless twelve year old? Have you no shame?"
"I'm not twelve! I'm seventeen you piece of shit!"
"Not only that but a cross dresser as well. Great taste you have there Shizu-chan."
You growled as your anger skyrocketed.
"This time… I SWEAR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Shizuo grabbed the nearest traffic light and threw it at his sworn enemy, who barely managed to dodge the attack.
"Isn't that line getting old?"
"Grah!"
Shizuo chased after him. You darted after the two rivals, determined not to be excluded from the fight. You knew Shizuo and Izaya were strong but you never imagined they would be this strong. As Izaya ran from Shizuo, he threw several knives in his direction. Shizuo dodged a few, and now they were headed straight your way.
You reacted quickly and jumped into the air and spun out of the way, leaving the knives soaring towards the crowd that had gathered due to the scene caused by the three of you. Luckily, they dispersed just in time.
By now Izaya was picking up his pace, making Shizuo run faster, and you weren't that far behind only a car's length away. Izaya turned a corner sharply, Shizuo stopped for a moment to catch his breath when suddenly a truck horn blared loudly but it was too late. Shizuo had already been run over.