It was just another day in Ikebukuro for most of the residents; everyone was going about their own business, the dull roar of traffic and pedestrians drowning out most conversation.

Except one particular conversation, taking place in one of the dark, murky alleyways.; despite the fact that passersby could only hear one side of said conversation, they immediately knew who was involved and veered away.

"I-ZAY-AAA, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN IKEBUKURO?" The tall blonde snarled, already throwing the nearest thing- a trash bin - at the smaller man who was only grinning madly. He dodged neatly, skipping out of the way with a chuckle.

"Now, now, Shizu-chan~," Izaya chided, waving a finger and shaking his head in disapproval. "I've done nothing wrong, you're just making a mess for yourself."

The blonde's eye twitched slightly at the nickname that the flea had given him. He simply growled in response, raising an arm to aim a punch at the informant; in his moment of rage, he forgot that this was the one person in the city who would dare anger him and have the means to retaliate.

Izaya grinned again, ducking out of the way and at the same time reaching into a pocket for the flick blade he always carried; in just another instant, Shizuo's sleeve was torn, and a shallow cut became visible as a thin line of blood began to show.

"Damn flea," Shizuo snapped, jerking back. It didn't hurt, not really, but just the possibility of losing to the smaller man- again -had his vision blurring red.

The brunette chuckled again, waving the blade back and forth in his palm. "You really should learn to control that temper of yours," he suggested idly, smirking; the expression only widened as Shizuo lunged at him again. This was met with another quick slash of the small knife, this time aimed upwards, slicing into the blonde's shirt and finally stopping at the bow on his neck.

Izaya was about to comment on just how stupid his Shizu-chan was, but realized he had been pinned against the wall of the ally. That's odd… I was certain he would jump back again… Instead he froze, smirk still in place but mind racing as he considered their position.

Shizuo was doing the same, though his focus was predominantly on the knife that was just a bit too close to his throat for comfort. He had intended to pin Izaya, yes, but not like this- he had one hand clamped around the informant's wrist, the other at the opposite shoulder, while the rest of his body was pressed against Izaya's own.

His instincts were screaming at him to get away, not only from the blade that had now drifted ever closer to the skin of his throat, but from the entire situation. And yet, at the same time, something entirely different was telling him to stay.

Izaya was having a similar problem, though even if he decided to go along with the first instinct he might have a bit of trouble with getting away. Struggling was pathetic, but he couldn't deny that it was more than a bit uncomfortable.

"Shizu-chan~," he complained, wincing as the grip on his shoulder tightened. He tilted the blade upwards, smirk falling slightly but still in place as the ridiculous bow began to tear until the pressure of the knife. He knew he was close to losing, that Shizuo would take advantage of the fact that he couldn't get away and finally get rid of him. Briefly, he wondered what dying would be like, and what his precious humans would do without him. But his focus drifted back to the man who still hadn't moved since they had hit the wall; Izaya had to glance down to see if he was even breathing. He was, but it was slow inhalations, as though he were actually trying not to move.

The informant glanced back up, quirking a brow. "Is Shizu-chan having a stroke?" He leaned his head forward, squinting into the brown eyes that had only moments ago been glaring at him. Shizuo moved then, blinking and looking back, a mildly dazed look on his face. Why hadn't he moved away? Why hadn't he finished the damn flea off already?

Izaya grinned as he noticed Shizuo's expression. "Ah, so you are still here!" He waited for a few beats, for the blonde to respond either verbally or physically- at this point, anything would be welcome. But when no reaction came, he became frustrated. Damn Shizuo, for never doing what he expected.

And yet one idea flashed through the brunette's mind; it would have to get the ex-bartender's attention, and even if it meant taking a punch or being thrown, Izaya would take whatever if it meant getting out of this situation.

Without another word, the informant moved the hand that was free around Shizuo's neck, pulling his head towards him just enough that he could press their lips together. Just in case, he rested the blade at the blonde's neck; it served as a reminder, as well as a warning.

Shizuo's eyed widened slightly as he was dragged out of his warring thoughts; he growled, intending on pushing the smaller man away, but froze as the blade dug into the skin at the back of his neck ever so slightly. So… that was the flea's game?

Izaya grinned as the blonde returned to him, even more so when he tried to push off. But suddenly, almost as fast as it had started, the protests ended. The informant froze as well, immediately sensing the danger although so very different than that he was used to when dealing with his Shizu-chan.

Shizuo acted first, breaking the short moment of silence and deciding that this was one game that Izaya definitely wasn't going to win. He quickly took control of the situation, avoiding the blade at his neck by instead leaning into the forced kiss; Izaya could tell that the tables were being turned, that he might actually be losing, and he didn't like it. But the brunette simply accepted the turn of events, fully intending on turning it back around as soon as the brute needed breath.

Shizuo, on the other hand, didn't approve of the lack of response. He gritted his teeth and growled softly, turning his head slightly so that he could speak without freeing the other man in the slightest. "This was your idea, flea," he reminded the informant, gripping his wrist tighter.

While he knew it was true, Izaya cursed mentally. Of course the ex-bartender wouldn't do what he expected, he should have remembered how this was the one person he could never predict. So why was he still surprised when he felt pressure against his lips again? He gasped softly, and immediately regretted it.

Shizuo took advantage of the small gasp and deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue past the brunette's lips; neither of them could deny that it felt good, especially not when Izaya responded to the action with a soft, involuntary moan that had Shizuo pressing even closer. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this, it was just another one of the damn flea's tricks. But his train of thought shattered when a small shiver ran down his spine; he would kill Izaya later, for now he was more or less distracted.

The pair finally broke away from each other when their air supply had run out- both were struggling to regain their breath, and Izaya realized that he had brought his hand away from Shizuo's neck to the taller man's chest. The blade was still open, but held in such a way that it would do no immediate harm to the blonde. Damn, what's wrong with me?

"Heh, Shizu-chan," Izaya laughed breathlessly after several heartbeats of silence had passed. He had to get his mind away from the situation, at least until he had evaluated it. "Your face is all red~"

Shizuo growled in warning, although he did notice that he felt much warmer than he had before. He noticed the lack of the blade pressed against him and took advantage, shoving off of the wall and fully intending on throwing the damn flea out of his sight before something else happened.

Izaya was left leaning against the wall, blinking in confusion. But when he realized the other man's intentions, he simply grinned. That's the Shizu-chan I know, he thought as he skipped lightly out of the way. "Well this was fun, Shizu-chan~," the informant chuckled, darting out of the ally and peering around the corner. "Maybe we should do it again sometime?"

With a small wave he ducked back around the wall, walking coolly away. He didn't even jump- although the nearby pedestrians' reactions were a bit different -when an already-dented trash bin crashed past where he had just been.

Damn that flea, Shizuo thought, hands clenched beside him. I'll kill him!

A/N;

So what do you guys think? I'll be uploading the next few chapters in sequence of one per day (I have a few finished already, chapters 1-8 are uploaded on my dA already), I hope you guys like it. First published fanfic right here, definitely not the first one I've written however… heh, no, far from first. If anyone's wondering why this is a M-rated story, it's because of later content. Chapters seven and eight are the main concern for rating, but I know I'll forget to change it later so I just put it as M as it is.