The strong iron stench of blood filled the alley. Suited men were lying haphazardly about the alley in puddles of blood. 'Their own blood,' Shizuo noted, seeing the numerous wounds that littered their bodies. Guns and knives were scattered about, untouched.
"Ah, Shizu-chan~! This is your first time seeing Haruka-chan's handy work, isn't it?"
Shizuo's head snapped up, finding the red-eyed informant leaning on the railing of a fire escape above. "You damn flea! What the hell did you do to her?!"
Izaya's smirk only widened at the question. "Me? I did absolutely nothing to her. All I did was give her this little birthday present," he laughed, motioning to the scene before them. "And I'd say she loves it very much. After all, she hasn't been able to let loose in such a long time."
A malicious giggle echoed behind the blonde, causing him to look back towards the entrance. Haruka's empty brown eyes, tinted red from the reflection of the blood around them, stared back at him. "Of course I love it, Zaya-kun~! It's not every day I can have so much fun like this! And I was sooooooo stressed lately too!"
Izaya was quick to agree. "Of course~! After all, today is nearly month away from that day."
The manic grin on Haruka's face vanished instantly, a grimace appearing in its place. "Izaya…" The tone she used was one Shizuo never thought he would hear from her. The tone alone showed how much more dangerous Haruka was than Shizuo had originally thought.
Without warning, Haruka flung something at Izaya, who managed to block just in time with his knife. The sound of metal hitting metal echoed in the alley before the object fell to the ground with a dull clang. Both males turned their gaze to the object: a small, bloody key.
"You owe me a new house key, Izaya. Since there's nothing left for me to do here, I'm going home and taking a bath." With that, she turned around and walked away.
However, Haruka stopped mid-step just as she was about to step out into the light of the street. She spun around on her heel, her normal grin back on her face. "I almost forgot~!" She skipped back to Shizuo and reached for the scarf wrapped around his neck. The blonde tensed, wary and ready to protect himself if need be.
The brown-eyed woman paused when she realized that her hands were still sticky with blood. She jutted her lower lip out in a pout, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. After a second, her eyes brightened as something occurred to her. She knelt down beside one of the suited men and wiped her hands on a clean section of his blazer. Once she was sure her hands were dry, she reached up once again and carefully took the scarf back. "Thanks for taking care of my precious scarf, Shizuo-kun~! See ya!" Haruka cheerfully skipped out of the alley, ignoring the fearful stares she received for being covered in blood.
Shizuo, not knowing how to react, turned to beat some answers out of Izaya, only to find said informant making his escape.
"IIIIIIIIIIIZAAAAAYAAAAA!"