Guilt (Shizuo X Izaya)

Chapter 1: Same Old, Same Old

Shizuo POV

I shove my hands into my pockets, cigarette lit and scowl activated. Tom walks beside me nonchalantly.

Sometimes I wonder why he stays with me; he and I both know that everyone in Ikebukuro is afraid of me. Why would he stay with me? But he won't give me a straight answer, so I decide not to ask anymore.

I stop. This smell...I know this foul stench. Wrinkling my nose, I furrow my brows with irritation.

"What is it, Shizuo?" Tom asks inquisitively.

"He's here...," I growl, clenching my fists. "Somewhere in this city...no matter how many times I tell him to stay away, he always comes."

"Oh." Tom sighs, exasperated. "Him."

I begin to walk fast towards the smell with Tom following me, allowing a bit of distance to fall between us. I don't blame him; I wouldn't want to get caught up in what was about to happen if I were him.

But I'm not Tom, and this guy needs to die.

When I arrive at my destination, my target is talking to two younger high school students, a boy and a girl. The fleabag laughs and smiles with them which makes my blood boil. Why is he having fun with them? He needs to stay away from other people. Because Ikebukuro doesn't need anymore of this asshole's victims.

He is standing still, so I pick up a trash can and with all my strength, I toss it towards my enemy. I watch with absolute joy as my aerial trash can attack slams into him with such force that it knocks him over.

Izaya Orihara stands up, slightly dizzy, but regains his sense and pulls out his knife in defense.

"Izaya-kun~" I growl, slowly strolling over to the fallen man.

"Shizu-chan," he says, narrowing his eyes and smirking slyly at me. That nickname made my eyebrow twitch.

"I thought I warned you to stay out of Ikebukuro."

"Y'know, the problem with you Shizu-chan, is that you can't be swayed by reason and that's bad. Very bad."

I snap.

Squashing my cigarette into the ground with my foot, my body acts on its own.

"IM GONNA KILL YOU," I scream, attempting to strike Izaya multiple times but he dodges every one of them.

"You little shit!" I growl and toss a street sign at him. He smirks and looks as if he's about to dodge it, but his foot slips and he doesn't move fast enough. I watch the sign fly, about to hit him, and I immediately regret my actions.

Suddenly a blur of black and green blocks the sign's path and slams into a young woman's side. Her long black hair falls over her face as she lands and her green sweater is ripped and bloody.

"Namie..." Izaya stares at the woman on the ground. Then he picks her up and with a final blank glance at me, runs towards the alleyway. I make the executive decision to let him go.

"Damn," Tom says behind me. "Wasn't that Namie Yagiri? That rich chick who's in charge of Yagiri Pharmaceutical?"

"Yeah I think," I say.

I feel my heart sink. I didn't mean to hurt that woman. If I had hit Izaya I probably wouldn't feel any different now, I guess. But my body didn't obey me.

"Look it wasn't your fault. Namie ran in front of him on her own behalf, there's nothing you could have done," Tom says. "She knew the consequences."

I nod but I can't bring myself to say anything. The me right now doesn't feel like I have that privilege.

We continue on our way as if nothing ever happened, but Namie's body kept flashing into my mind.

And even worse, Izaya's petrified expression.