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Arguments: noun. 1) Defined points being yelled about until an agreement or departure is made between the arguing parties. 2) Fighting about a situation, person, or thing. 3) What I've gotten myself into.
"IZAYAAAAAAAAAAA!" Have you ever been thrust into a wild situation of such random events that your own thoughts have trouble wrapping around your current reality? If so then welcome to my world. Life lesson number one; never piss off a monster, life lesson number two; piss off any monster near by because the entertainment level is off the charts. Dashing down the dormitory hallway, whipping around passer byers who would inevitably be smashed by the monster. That's right I Izaya Orihara found a monster named Shizuo Heiwajima attending at disciplinary school who needed to be played with. Screwing with Shizuo was becoming my soul mission as of late and I couldn't give a crap with how many plans it pushed back, due to how fun fighting with a brute could be.
You're probably really confused, how did I even get to fighting with a monster during lights out? Starting from where we left off last might help you understand the complicity of said situation.
Packed bags scattered about the floor of my room, patterned no where specific some pushed against the wall, leaning back looking relaxed, and some sat laid on their backs touching the hard wood floor looking like an over stuffed suitcase. Six black suitcases were given to me the second to last day of summer looking starved full of nothing but freshly bought air. Taking pity on the forlorn looking objects deciding to fill each one with clothing, bed sheets, pillows, school supplies, cookery supplies, shoes, scarves, money, knives, and irreplaceable objects handed down to me by the dying family members the Orihara's so frequently have. "Brother when are you coming back?" Mairu looked down at the floor, staring at her feet over her departing brother swaying slightly at the painful clutching her sister Kururi had been doing to her arm.
"Every holiday and summer." I said sadly, knowing that there weren't enough holidays in a school year to make my sisters support this sudden educational experience. "Does this mean you aren't our brother anymore?" Kururi asked, lip quivering at the very notion of not having an older brother anymore. Sure Izaya could be a psychopathic prick but that didn't mean they didn't love him.
"That's right, I'll be thrown into the brother inferno. Another Izaya will come in the mail though, dad just has to program that one to be more obedient." Joking about my leaving hoping to get a laugh over tears. Apparently I took it to far when my little sisters both looked up with wide-eyed expressions. Mairu and Kururi were both in 5th grade, to young to go without supervision if you asked me. Nobody would be left to watch over them, giving free range to any crazy antics or drama.
Mairu could bring home a boy have kinky sex and I wouldn't be told about it till I came home five months after the event. Striding closer to my little siblings, watching them quiver in sadness, maybe my brother replacement joke had been a tad to much but the honestly couldn't believe that right? It was just a well-humored lie after all. Placing a hand on two different shoulders looking down into their brown colored eyes. "We'll break the new you in. Teach it to do our homework."
Joked back Mairu still looking sad even with the comedy. Kururi clutched at the sleeve of the tough fabric making my mid back-cropped jacket, letting the salty tears trail down her cheeks. "Izaya." Great, I'd be leaving guilty for ditching my younger sisters. "Kururi it's ok, you have Mairu. She might be annoying and definitely not as great as I but you'll manage."
Girls could be so dramatic at points in time, and as sweet as it could be seen I was getting slightly annoyed. Not at them, though their sniffling had sure did power the annoyance but at my mother and father. How could they just expect everyone to be on bored with me going away for high school? "I hope you get killed." Sticking out a pink colored tongue at me, Mairu held onto her hips smirking like the Cheshire cat.
Brat. "You spend your high school life in a classroom full of crazy future murders and not get killed." Glaring my red eyes into her brown ones, lightly chuckling at the once again frightened baby doe eyed look Kururi kept making. Poor thing was being filled with wild situations. "Maybe a monster will get you."
Highly unlikely but the idea would be fun to toy with. "You need to stop reading manga." The moment was strangely peaceful even through out the kind-hearted death wishes. Silence fluttered into the room, ending the cloud of depression that had once hung over our heads. "Are you going to get a girlfriend?"
Attentively asked Kururi, looking down at the floor once more, grabbing at the yellow fabric of her sisters jacket tightly. How laughable, I was above all that stupid hormonal romance thing. "Probably not. But if I find a girl who I can tolerate and can tolerate me back I'll make sure to never bring her home." After all, the Orihara daughters would most likely interrogate the poor thing into leaving.
"Don't pick on her if you do. Mom says that boys pick on girls because they like them but I think it's just rude." Kururi made sure to add, looking slightly confused. Why would a boy be mean to express his romantic feelings towards another? Shaking my head, letting the black strands fall out of place I patted their heads once more, rubbing at their brown hair. How did I manage to look so different from the rest of the family?
Clearly mom cheated on dad with another guy, that seemed like the only reasonable explanation. "Master Izaya, I need to take your bags, are you ready to go?" Mairu's eyes filled with tears along with her sister jumping the short distance separating them from me, and landing full weight onto my chest, wrapping their arms around my waist staining my shirt with tears. "Visit us soon." "Yes brother, very soon."
And with that they let go, vanishing past the butler and down the hall. Such strange children. "Get the other staff members in here to help you." Picking up the worn leather satchel given to me by my grandmother Natsu on her deathbed. I to walked around the butler currently standing in my way, brushing slightly against him and out to the patio out front waiting for the two cars holding my stuff and I to be prepared.
Closing my eyes as I walked out of my home. The home I wouldn't be living in for quiet due to my own actions. Winding down the front steps, finding my shoes resting neatly on the doormat, separate from the group of shoes every other member in the house. Quickly lacing them up correctly, I walked over to the railing, keeping me safe from falling off the front patio. I didn't want to go, a sick feeling kept bubbling in my stomach daring me to claim ill.
Lightly touching the waxed over rail, tracing random patterns onto it's soft brown colored surface. Brown, such a famous color in my household. Brown eyes, brown hair, brown floors, brown couches, brown leather, brown curtains, everything brown. Today I would be leaving with black, only black could mirror back my emotions of rage and sadness. So this is how parents work, annoy them long enough and they'll ship you away no questions asked.
Watching lazily as the servants carried out my six bags containing my room, some struggling with the overly stuffed luggage cases until finally the driver and passenger of the silver Honda placed them all in a separate car that will follow behind us, and be unloaded while I attend orientation. "Master Izaya we're ready to go when you are." Nonchalantly said butler, who's name I should probably learn. Maybe when spring fall break comes around I'll ask. Walking behind my butler, being careful not to step on his heel.
Opening the flashy limo door for me, standing behind it till I hopped in. Sucking in the fresh car smell that wafted into my nostrils calming jittering nerves that were of course expected when attending a whole new learning environment, I was used to children of my own kind not the ones clawing their way up into success. Resting my back against the cool exterior of the seat, sighing in anticipation. This really shouldn't be happening to me. Pulling the metallic gray colored seat belt from its hook and down to the buckle stretching it across my thin chest.
Waiting for my butler to cross in front of the car and reach the drivers seat, open and close the door with a loud thud pull his own seatbelt own and drive on the path to Hell and surly my demise. The cars engine purred to life, sounding like a well-groomed cat, and slowly pushing off of the gravel making our driveway till we hit the street with matching mansion sized homes sitting in rows blocking us in. I'll miss you luxury. "Your father requested I give you some money before you ship you off to school." The butler's voice was calming, like a real fathers should be, gruff and slightly uncertain making sure his child understood the plans of the day. "How much money?"
Couldn't have been much, probably enough to buy food for this week so I wouldn't be forced to make my bowel process commoner food. "It's a platinum gold credit card." Only the best for the spoiled rotten son. Dad was rubbing it in my face that I had money but was a terrible kid. Seriously what were parents for again?
"Is it in one of my suitcases?" Assuming said butler had packed it away into one of the flaps of my suitcase, hopefully not the one with my hand-sewn pouch holding onto sharp blades specially hand crafted and ordered. "It would be the only way to get you to unpack master Orihara." True enough, unpacking was a chore, and I could never muster myself enough energy to actually participate in such demeaning actions. Looking out the driver's window searching for nothing imparticular.
"Master Orihara are you feeling uneasy?" Sensing the tensed air drifting throughout the vehicle, I decided to give in and just answer. "Being suddenly placed in a whole new habitat usually does that." Right, this feeling wasn't just because I was weird, nerves were normal and totally expected in such a case. "Yes well, Master Orihara you just simply have to let the other kids know you aren't one to take advantage of and you'll be ok." "You sound like you have some experience with this speech. Have any children?"
Small talk was taking my mind away from my current situation which was relieving. "One son actually. He's going to the same school as you. I'm the one who gave your father the idea of sending you there." Whelp, my butler was nice and all but I don't think the amount of rage surfacing could really prevent any injuries on such a kind man. Reaching out to the steering wheel hoping to crash our vehicle into a telephone pole watching us screech across the traffic almost getting hit by another vehicle when we switched lanes randomly. Quickly throwing my arms away from the steering wheel and jerking forward, a hair away from hitting my head against the dash bored.
"Are you trying to get us killed?" Not us, just you. "If it means I get to be away from school then yes! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Butler should be asking that question, what the fuck was wrong with me. Pulling out of my seat belt feeling panic surge through me, hyperventilation at being in the same room with such a double-crossing jerk.
One does not simply give first day of school advice and says they are the reason I'm going to such a dump. "Calm down! This behavior is why I recommended Raira Academy to your father in the first place. " "How is my behavior any of your business?" Banging a fist against the dash bored, making me flinch. The loud sound of skin meeting plastic silenced my yelling.
"You acting like an ungrateful brat towards your parents." Yea, well they deserve the burden. "Let me out." "No." "I'll shout kidnap if you don't." "Go right ahead, your father already warned the police from your house to the school who you are and what they are to do if you should be arrested."
For once money and power seemed like a jerk. Rubbing at my aching temples from all the sudden yelling, I put my buckle back in it's legal place, ignoring the practically suffocating satisfied thoughts shooting out of my butler. Who gave him the right to act like my dad? Deep down I think I was happy that someone was taking charge in my life and acting on my actions telling me no for once. The endless streams of yes's and expected behavior from people got tiring but this wasn't a revelation I was going to preach.
Twenty-five minuets passed on the dot each second passing by in silence shattered only by a yawn, or loud breath being made. Long stretches of road soon turned into bustling city life, large skyscrapers touched the sky, and killer traffic almost murdered my patience but luckily we escaped in time. Hope that it's rush hour when my butler is driving home. The air smelled dirty, dirtier then homes, hanging heavy on the outside of the car in a smelly smog. The campus looked large with one large building painted a light blue outlined in golden. The lawn that was crowded with excess amounts of people had shrubs tracing the path of the fence keeping the schools students locked in. Further down from the single sidewalk colored a milky white was a winding driveway that circled around an island of plant life and exited back onto the highway. Buildings could be seen behind the large front building colored in the same blue, except faded slightly looking more sliver then blue. Metal detectors could be seen happily perched on the platform lifting the front building off of the ground waiting to find any weapon-carrying child. Good thing I left all my weapons in my luggage.
Stepping out of the car before the door could be opened by my butler, smirking at doing his job making him look bad. The metal detectors might bring about a problem. My knives were buried deep down under My back stabbing butler had driven off after I stepped out of the car myself opening the door by myself. Wearing a mask of coolness hiding any worry breaking across my pale face. Kids my age and older filled the two grass lawns on either side of sidewalk, they were departing from brightly colored buses digging through suitcase piles placed together like a bonfire stack, most were busy hanging out with friends talking in large groups. A noticeable factor that even I couldn't over look was the outfit situation. Everyone had bright blue blazers with matching slacks or skirt; males had ties loosely hanging from their necks.
Shit, shit, shit, I had been given a same pair of clothing but threw them away choosing to wear a cropped black jacket, a crimson colored V-neck that clung to my chest giving away my skinny form, and tight fitting skinny jeans. The worst that could happen is me getting yelled at by a teacher which is just what I wanted. Let the rebellion begin, plus kids liked a cool outcast more then the normal jock. Walking down the pathway strutting all the way towards the main buildings staircase ignoring every stare directed towards me, ignoring the fact that nobody was walking towards the school yet, which I'll admit was a little weird so I stopped walking, Letting instinct take over me. Hoping to use the confused new student look to gain the attraction of a human only to freeze in place.
Chills broke across my skin; the noise resembled a feral animalistic shout. What on Earth? Turning to my left looking in the distance at the fuzzy looking figures scrapping in the distance. A giant dust cloud formed around said figures, while kids ran for it, getting as far away from the intense battle. Strange, fights were supposed to be viewed upon not ignored.
Taking a step forward going against the direction of the crowd a curious expression scrawled on my features. Another scream full of pure rage echoed from the distance along with the sound of sirens. Deciding to run to the scene, wind flying through me as I dodged scared looking students all roughly shoving one another to get by in panic. Getting closer I saw perhaps the most breath taking sight anybody could witness. He was tall, insanely so enough to tower over anyone. Surrounding him was a large group of students dressed in the blue outfits along with the tall attacker.
Police officers could be heard marching onto the scene. The breath was literally taken away from me when I saw it. Lifting the biggest guy in the group with one hand, just picking him up as if he weighed nothing. This completely went against logic. Before I knew it a large, crazy smirk lifted the corners of my mouth. So amazing.
Walking closer, side stepping a police officer hurrying past me to get a better eye full. Veins stuck out all along his neck and forehead popping out thickly. His outfit was drenched in sweat and blood belonging to the raging man, judging by the giant head wound staining his blonde hair. Finally, hair that wasn't brown. Staining his face was the coppery substance, dripping down in streams dropping on his school uniform.
Once again I am amazed to see this lean, tall blonde monster launch said victim in his arms into the sky, ripping his clothes off with the force. Never have I seen something so disturbing and equally entertaining. Mouth hung open in eye I forgot to notice that the fight was over, all the students fighting him turn and ran all in different directions as cops came hurling at them. Idea alert! Stepping onto the scene I tapped onto the nearest police officers shoulder gaining his attention.
"They're starting another fight at the back of the school!" Getting the message he blew a whistle hanging around his neck running down in the opposite direction running towards the teenagers that had ran away. Why not the friggen monster? Turning towards the beast watching the police officers scatter away, looking at his chest heave in and out trying to suck in some air. Stalking over to said monster compelled to see this specimen closer.
Turning his head in my direction, looking at me through honey colored eyes. Beautiful honey colored eyes. " Hi." I said with an awed look staring right into his eyes feeling electrical tingles shoot up my spine. "Who the fuck are you?"
Turning his entire body facing me directly, standing defensively waiting for me to attack. "Izaya Oriahara." Every thing I said came out slowly sounding uncertain. Here I was talking to a monster. "What do you want?"
His tone was hard and snappy, matching his deep voice perfectly. "Who are you?" I had to know, it was my soul mission to know who this guy was and then it would be my goal to learn absolutely everything about my monster. "Shizuo Heiwajima." He said bluntly.
Awesome, the situation was aweing and definitely something. The only word that could describe this entire moment was awesome. Stepping closer paying attention to his every move, and every sound like the growl escaping his lips. "What are you doing?" Examining a whole new human being if you can even be called that.
Is what I had wanted to say but I just decided to smirk, and laughing. "A real monster my, my if I knew about you I'd have switched schools without fit." Believe it or not I meant to be harsh, this was a freak of nature who had just thrown a man out of his clothes. Hell yes I was going to be mean and intimidating because being afraid seemed to normal. First there was a twitch in his eye, and then a vein popped out on his forehead, he grinded his teeth which oddly enough sent tingles down my spine, and then he launched into full attack mode springing unexpectedly into action.
"Yes, surprise me!" Shizuo Heiwajima looked confused for a lack of better term, throwing a punch and waiting for the skin to make sickly contact with skin. But was irritatingly surprised when random Izaya Orihara who crept up to his fight smirking and looking dreamy eyed, chased the cops away, dodged his punch. "IZAYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" It didn't take long for Shizuo to realize that said male wasn't looking to be his friend, but for a one-time fight.
Fine he'll give it to him. He'll beat the shit out of 'em and watch as he acted just like the rest of the school and ignored him.
Present time
Surprising right? In less then 10 minuets a span that left only enough room to introduce ourselves we began a war. My air supply was running thin cutting into my lungs, burning at them. My legs began to feel like rubber slowing me down but that didn't stop me, I continued running. Running past dorm rooms, students, teachers, staff, and departing parents trying to get as much distance between me and Shizuo.
Luck wasn't with me today and I felt him before he actually launched himself. Jumping at my back pushing me down on the wood, rolling around on the ground until finally we slammed into a wall, I hit my head and he hit his shoulder. Sweat and crumbs of dried blood dropped down onto me as I lay still under him letting him take control. Entranced in him once more. "The hell is your problem? We just met!"
Exactly. Smirking, even though it was likely that I was about to have my ass royally kicked. "You just figured that out?" Laughing at the angry expression he gave, crunching up his face in disgust. "What gave you the fucking right?"
Shizuo sure swore a lot. "Nothing, I was bored and you were interesting looking. I've never seen a real monster be-" His fist slammed into my head. "I dare you…" He trailed off, sounding distant. "Wha?" Dark spots took over my vision making him look strange and covered.
For the first time in my entire 15 years of life I had been knocked out and honestly I didn't mind. What a wonderful way to start off my first day of school.