Tuno's POV
I stared at the ring that rested on my finger. Izaya sighed standing from his chair.
"Are you listening to me?" He asked.
I looked at him. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"
"I have a job for you today."
"And that is?"
"Shizu-chan doesn't want me anywhere near him, so I want you to take my place and pester him."
"Why?"
"You'll be my wife soon. I want you to get used to being in trouble with Shizuo."
I sighed, got off of the couch, and walked to the door. I grabbed my bunny jacket from the coat rack. It was freshly washed, all of the blood gone. I walked over to Izaya when he cleared his throat. I stood in front of him.
"Don't take too long." He said.
"Wasn't planning on it."
He pulled me closer, and his breath tickled my ear when he put his lips there.
"When you get back, I'll reward you if you aren't harmed." He murmured, his voice smooth and seductive.
I blushed and shoved him away. He chuckled and walked to the couch.
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"Shizu-chan~" I yelled when I spotted the blonde man.
He instantly looked at me. I pulled my hood up and waved. He glared at me.
"Isn't Izaya supposed to be the one pestering me?" He asked.
"Izaya-kun is busy planning something huge, so he sent me instead. Aren't you happy to see me, Shizu-chan?" I gave him a little pout.
"Let's get this shit over with." He sighed.
I smiled and wiggled my fingers at him. "Make me terrified, Shizu-chan~"
He easily lifted a trash can full of garbage and tossed it at me. I climbed onto the back of the bench I had stood on, waited a few seconds, and jumped into the air.
The trash can passed under me as I did a back bend. My hands touched the ground, and I flipped to my feet as the trash can crashed into the hot dog stand behind me. I smiled and slid my hands into the pockets of my jacket.
"Come at me with all you've got, Shizuo." I said.
He growled and ran toward me. I laughed, turned on my heel, and ran away from him.
"You're a slow poke, Shizuo! How did you ever catch Izaya if you're this slow?" I teased.
He ripped a stop sign out of the sidewalk and tried to hit me with it. I easily jumped over it. He slid to a stop when I turned toward him in one swift movement. He was taken by surprise when I hit his chest with the palm of my hand. He blew away from me and slammed into a vending machine close by.
I giggled when a can of soda bust open and sprayed all over him. He grabbed one of the other cans, shook it up, and walked toward me with an evil smirk on his face. Before I could turn and run, he pointed the can at me and pulled the tab. I giggled happily like a child when the soda splashed onto me.
