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(Shizuo and Midorima have the same Japanese voice actor)


Durarara!


Hmm.

"Aomine-sama," Kagome started, almost unsettled by the unusual quietness of the café since it was just the two of them, "Are you all right?" She asked softly, feeling a bit worried for the tan teen since he had not said a single perverted thing since he walked in.

"I'm fine," Aomine huffed, "Just lost a basketball game for the first time in my life in the damn Winter Cup," He shrugged, not wanting to talk about it, "Where are all your fanboys?"

"Lost for the first time?" Kagome blinked, "Even if you lost, that's still very impressive," She smiled, wanting to cheer up from his sullen state, "I doubt that I could even make a basket."

"Oi," Aomine leaned back and closed his eyes, "Bring your kid brother back and I'll show the both of you–?!" He was immediately cut off when a loud noise sounded and glass and rubble was shattering everywhere, "What the fuc–?!"

"I-ZA-YA!"

The angry male voice was rather familiar to Aomine as he watched with wide eyes and almost expected for his former green-haired teammate to stumble into the café, but was honestly not too surprised when it was not Midorima who stepped into the half destroyed building.

"A vending machine?!" Kagome almost shrieked and immediately turned to the basketball player as the dust began to settle down, "Are you okay, Aomine-sama?!"

Aomine didn't answer and instead just raised a brow when a blond wearing a bartender outfit stepped over the rubble and into the café, seemingly looking for someone, 'Weird things really do happen around Kagome.' He simply thought, not at all surprised by the turn of events.

"Did I get him?" The blond heaved in anger, looking around for whomever before spotting the two, "Hey, have you seen that Izaya bastard?" He asked, moving towards the vending machine in preparation to pick it up again.

"D-did you just throw that?" Kagome's brow twitched and she honestly wondered where Shippou was since he had not come running out from his back office.

"Yeah," Shizuo shrugged, "It's big enough to hit my target," He leaned down, resting his hands on either side of the vending machine, "But I seemed to have missed him."

Kagome wasn't having it any of it and despite Aomine's alarmed noise, she marched right up to Shizuo and angrily stomped her foot, "Master-sama," She said in a falsely sweet tone, "Why don't you sit down, have a nice cup of tea, and we can talk about your habit of throwing vending machines around, okay?"

She wanted to know how a completely normal human could have the strength to even lift said vending machine.

Shizuo blinked behind his sunglasses, jerking a bit when the girl began to harshly poke him in the chest, "Oi," His annoyance only grew, "Enough, kid."

"Maid-chan ain't no 'kid'," Aomine sipped his coffee, rather calm to the fact that a vending machine had just been thrown into the café by a single man, "Though her boobs could be a little bigger."

Kagome's brow twitched again, "Thank you for that, Aomine-sama," She said dryly before turning back to the blond, "Your name, Master-sama?" She asked flatly.

"I guess I'm not really in Ikebukuro anymore," Shizuo scratched his head, "Didn't even notice following after that bastard Izaya," He muttered before introducing himself, "Heiwajima Shizuo."

'I hope Shippou-chan has insurance on this place,' Kagome wondered, glancing back to the mangled front of the café before looking back to Shizuo, "Do you not know throwing vending machines around is a little bit dangerous for the public?"

Shizuo shrugged again and he moved over to sit at one of the undamaged tables, "Hey, kid, this is a café, right?" He asked, "I need a coffee."

'Is this job worth it?' Kagome mentally sobbed, not wanting to argue as she simply went to fulfill Shizuo's order, 'Are the cooks deaf or are they used to this weirdness too?!'

"Don't be getting any funny ideas," Aomine warned, causing Shizuo to blink, "That 'kid' is mine," He stated, "The last thing I need is some Midorima wannabe after her."

"I don't mess around with little girls like Izaya," Shizuo retorted back, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket, "Tell your girlfriend to try and not attract that bastard's attention."

"She will probably end up doing just that," Aomine answered almost sulkily, "Stupid sexy Maid-chan." He then muttered and wondered why was he always interrupted at the most important time, 'She's a damn magnet for trouble.'

So very true.