Since my heart is golden
I've got sense to hold in.
Shizuo stomped on the ground, smoke dancing around his head. People around him looked at the giant, infamous beast with fear and their eyes, and Shizuo couldn't help but to sigh at the frightened citizens. The blonde looked down at his hands and frowned, wondering why he had to be cursed with the hands of a monster.
The raven smirked at the ex-bartender as he stared at his monstrous hands. Izaya stood up and let out a happy chuckle, jumping on window sills to get on the ground. Time to play with his favorite beast.~
Tempted just to make an ugly scene.
No, I'm not as proper,
My money's in copper.
"Shizu-chan!~" The flea jumped on Shizuo's back, happily chuckling in his ear. The debt collector growled before throwing his cigarette on the ground.
"Iiiiiiii….zaaaaaaaa….YAAAAAAAAAAAAA."
Shizuo grabbed the closet large object, which happened to be a 'children crossing' sign, ripping it from the ground. Izaya smirked widely, flashing his flick blade at the man. Shizuo groaned a furious, beastly roar and let the sign fly from his hand. It cut through air, spiraling towards the young informant. Izaya closed his eyes and let out a bored sigh as he stepped over. The force from the flying sign caused his hair to go crazy, and he put his hand on his head to smooth out the mess.
"Shizu-chan messed up my hair.~ Neh.. How brutish."
Ripped down from the brownstones to the street.
Izaya chuckled and spun on his feet, yelling insults at the blonde to insure his following. Shizuo growled and picked up whatever he could, flinging it at the slim figure.
The informant chuckled at his lover as he made him follow him through alleyways and down streets, trying to keep Shizuo close and far at the same time. Due to his parkour expertise, it was almost too easy.
Listen, I'm your friend. (Don't quote me)
But not a friend worth noting.
"C'mon, Shizu-chan.~ We have to keep playing like this.~ Playmate buddies, neh?~~"
"SHUT UP, YOU FLEA," the blonde growled.
Yes, please don't ever note me as your friend.
Izaya laughed cynically, turning the same corner that Shizuo and he had turned upon their first meeting. He jumped up, hiding as Shizuo ran forward.
Who says we have cold hearts?
Acting out our old parts.
Izaya smirked as he waited for the past to repeat itself.
Let's perform our favorite little scene.
The car didn't come, and Izaya frowned momentarily before jumping down in front of the blonde.
"How boring, Shizu-chan.~~ You were supposed to get hit, again!"
"Tch. I couldn't fall for the same trick three times, stupid flea!"
Izaya smirked, pulling Shizuo's shirt so the blonde was close to him in the dark alley. He nuzzled his head on the man's shirt, with a bored, aloof expression before smirking and looking up at him.
"The only reason you didn't get hit was because it isn't traffic hour, you brute. You would fall for it one hundred times over and never learn! You're so slow, Shizu-chan."
