WARNINGS!
- This is yaoi (boyxboy) Don't like don't read!
- Contains awesome(well..) Shizaya smut
- Plot? What Plot?
- Possible OOC-ness and grammar errors (Sorry!)
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill
The never-ending mantra replayed in Shizuo's head as he stomped towards Shinjuku. He was going to rid the world of a certain flea once and for all. As of late, Izaya had been making his appearances in Ikebukuro less and less frequent. Shizuo couldn't be happier with this, I mean, no more fighting, chasing and Izaya's stupid insults. Little did Shizuo know, Izaya was still teasing and insulting him, he was just doing it over the Internet.
When word of the petty rumors that Izaya started did reached Shizou, let's just say the city had to replace a good number of street signs. In blind rage, Shizuo made the decision to visit Izaya's apartment. What sick game was he playing now? Why couldn't he have just said to my face, whydid he feel the need to say it behind a computer screen?Whatever the reason , it didn't matter to Shizuo, he wanted the flea dead. Truth be told, if it had been anyone else, he would have just shrugged it off. The ex-bartender had never been one to actually care about what others thought of him, but the mere mention of Izaya's name sent Shizuo's blood boiling. And that is why Heiwajima Shizuo is now standing at the door of an upscale apartment in Shinjuku, ready to kill. And without a second thought, he effortlessly kicked the door down.
"IIIZZZAYYYA-KUUUNN!" he hollered through the apartment. He stomped inside, knocking down the expensive pieces of furniture that stood in his way. The living room was empty as was the informant's glass desk and swivel chair. He continued his raid, barging in to different rooms trying to find the flea. "Izayaaa-kuuun" he growled, "I know you're here".
"Shizu-chan? What the hell are you doing here!" When Shizuo turned around, he was not expecting to find a flushed, half naked, dripping wet informant. Izaya was wearing nothing more than a white towel, which hang loosely around his thin waist. His normally ivory skin was flushed slightly pink from the warmth of his recent shower. His silk black hair clung to his skin and was dripping wet. "You stupid brute, get out of my apart-", his rant was cut short by a series of small coughs which he stopped quickly.
The blonde stared in awe and shock at his enemy. While in his shocked state he couldn't help but admire the gorgeous informant. His body was slim and well defined. His mesmerizing crimson eyes glared at Shizuo through short locks of disheveled black hair, and to put it simply, he looked hot. What? No!He inwardly scolded himself for his thoughts and returned to the problem at hand.
"You know why I'm here you damn flea!" the debt collector shouted back. With one swift movement, Izaya pulled out his switchblade, which he had been keeping hidden behind his back, and took a swipe at the blonde. Surprisingly, Shizuo was able to dodge the attack more easily than usual. Then, the debt collector was able to get a firm hold on the informant's wrist to throw him roughly against the wall.
Said informant let out a gasp of pain before beginning to breathe heavily on the floor. Shortly after, he let out a small sneeze.
"Achoo!" Once again, the ex-bartender was left in a state of shock. Why was that sneeze so... cute? He wasn't used to seeing Izaya in such vulnerable state, and frankly, he found it adorable. So he's sick, is this why he's been staying out of Ikebukuro? "I'm not in the mood to play Shizu-chan, now if you would be so kind as to lea-ACHOO!"
Yep, Izaya really was too adorable. The ex-bartender also noticed that with each sneeze, the informant's towel kept moving dangerously low. The growing need in his pants was also becoming dangerously uncomfortable. Shizuo then put a firm grip around the helpless brunette's neck. You could kill him now, this is what you've always wanted, it's what you came here to do. All he had to do was squeeze a little tighter and he could finally rid the world of the "great" Orihara Izaya. But, at the moment, it felt too wrong.
