Bell Taco

Ok so this is my first for everything: my first finished fan fiction to go up, my first one shot, my first yoai, if you don't like it don't read it's not freaky stuff it's just cute). And other things I can't think of right now. I think this is cute and I have to thank Milky Cookie-chan for being my beta reader. THANK YOU A LOT the story looked like crap before you helped meee! Please review I am willing to answer any questions anyone may ask.

Warning: this is yoai of the Shizaya kind, and it has some viewer advised language so if you don't like cuss words don't read this fan fiction!

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A frustrated sigh could be heard in the streets of well-known Ikebukuro.

Today was tiring for a certain debt collector. He spent half of his day chasing people around trying to avoid owed money, and the other half trying to kill a certain flea.

God that flea annoyed the hell out of the blonde. He had hated him ever since he first laid eyes on the man. He was evil; enjoying other people's pain even though he loved humans; like he wasn't one or something. And worst of all he brought out the worst in everyone, including Shizuo himself.

If it were up to him this flea should have died a long time ago, before he could cause any harm. But no, fate had other ideas. So like many times before the blonde spent half of his day chasing the flea with a street light.

The man walked into his apartment, switched on a light, untied his small bow tie, threw his sunglasses on a nearby counter top, and finally flopped on to his bed his face burying into the comfortable pillows. He would have gone to sleep right then and there but his stomach told him to get the hell up. He heaved a heavy sigh and got up to raid his almost always empty fridge.

Nothing, again he had nothing except for a couple moldy hot dogs in a plastic cup. (Why they were there, he couldn't explain.) Not eggs, not milk, which he almost always had in his fridge, Nothing. Nothing. At. All. He would have to go to the store tomorrow, he hated going to the store. He always ended up getting pissed off and tearing the place apart. It was always something with Shizuo either the guy looked at him funny, or they mentioned his brother, among a lot of other things that could set Shizuo off. Where ever he went his temper always got the best of him.

He slammed the fridge shut rather forcibly, and prepared again. He re-tied his tie, buttoned his collar, got his glasses, and finally left, once again. Hands dug deep into his dress pants he turned to the direction of Bell Taco. His stomach complained with every tiring step as he weaved around the jungle if Ikebukuro, Tokyo.

The city at night annoyed him. Gangsters always seemed to appear on every corner, and people always whispered behind his back; not that he cared or anything. Never once did Shizuo have an undisturbed walk at night either. There was always either a group of guys planning on achieving fame by attacking Shizuo, or well, pretty much anything else. This blonde was really easy to piss off.

Shizuo rounded the corner where down the street laid the Japanese knock off of the American Taco Bell, Bell Taco. While on any other night he would have gone to Russia Sushi, tonight for some odd reason he felt like having crusty tacos, and only god knew why. When he approached the well-lit building of Bell Taco he could feel stares pinned on his back. As he entered the restaurant, he noticed that the whole line that was there disappeared, and as he usually found himself doing, he questioned himself. Why was everyone so afraid of him?

He walked up to the desk with his eyes trained on the menu overhead. He contemplated for a while whether he should have an enchilada or tacos. He flashed his eyes around to find everyone staring at him and a long line accumulating behind him. He trained his eyes back at the menu searching for something appealing. Should he get a number 5, or a Grande Meal to last him?