This story is . . . I honestly don't know where this came from. It just sort came to me

A vending machine made impact with the pavement inches from Izaya's heels, the ground shuddering from the force of the landing. Izaya grinned, leaping easily over the next item hurled at his face with an airy laugh.

"Now, now, Shizu-chan, let's not get ahead of ourselves! You nearly hit me that time!" The blond tore another signpost from the ground, several veins throbbing in his temple as he tried to suppress his rage.

"If you don't want to be hit . . ." He tore the sign clear from the ground, the metal bending easily in his death grip. "Then stay the hell out of Ikebukuro!" With that final word, the ex-bartender hurled the post as hard as he could at the smaller man. Once again, Izaya dodged easily, his usual smug grin spreading across his face. Shizu-chan was always so fun to stir up, he thought in delight. As the post clattered to the pavement, he landed easily next to it, bowing deeply to his constant assailant. By now, the anger rolling off the other man was nearly palpable. Out of the corner of his half-closed eyes, Izaya saw the fist preparing to make contact with his bowed head. Before it could reach its target, he danced away, his grin stretching as he clapped in the most sarcastic way possible.

"You have to try a bit harder than that, Shi – zu – chan." He deliberately drew out every syllable of the blonde's name, watching his quiver in barely suppressed fury. One last little nudge, Izaya knew, and he'd be over the edge. So he leaned forward, slipping his fingers into his pocket to clasp his trademark flick blade, and blew his pursuer a kiss. He could practically hear Shizuo's sanity snap in two. Several veins pulsed in his forehead, his hands trembling as they clenched into fists.

"Izaya-kuuuuuuuuuun~" His voice, laced with bone-melting anger, sent terrified chills down Izaya's spine. Slowly, he backed away from the ex-bartender, raising his hands in the universal sign of surrender.

"Now, now, Shizu-chan, let's not do something we may regret later." As he spoke, Shizuo approached him slowly, not bothering to rip anything up to hurl at the smaller man. Instead, he walked slowly and deliberately towards the informant, shades glinting in the fading sunlight. Mere feet from the other, he stopped, inhaled deeply, and snarled just loud enough for his target to hear.

"You're a dead man." Izaya's eyes widened as the man charged forward. He leapt into an alleyway at the last moment and began to sprint, glancing back over his shoulder every once in a while. Despite the obvious threat of death and the tremors still rolling down his spine, Izaya grinned like a madman, laughing softly.

"That's it, Shizu-chan. Lose your mind, lose yourself to the madness of your hatred for me." He urged from under his breath, his tone mocking, and full of twisted satisfaction. Half of a metal sign embedded itself into the wall next to his face, and he laughed louder, increasing his pace. Risking several things at once, he jumped on top of a dumpster, staring back down the alley and calling out to his pursuer. "Catch me if you can, Shizu-chan!"

When he heard the distinct sound of metal making contact with concrete drawing closer, he leapt off his perch and continued to streak down the narrow passage. After several more seconds, the alley opened into a larger sidewalk that leads to one of the busiest streets in the area. It also happened to be the same street Izaya had led Shizuo down twice before. He rounded the corner, slowing up so the blond could see where he had gone. As he passed under the wrought-iron arch that sat suspended between two buildings, he grinned again, turning around once again to witness the event as it happened. Shizuo would be in the right spot at any moment. He grinned again, letting his crimson eyes slide momentarily down the road to watch the truck. In that split second, his expression morphed from delight to horror.

The truck was going too fast. Even from this distance, he could hear unsuspecting drivers swerve off the road out of the truck's way. If it hit someone at that speed . . . even if it was Shizu-chan . . . He didn't have time to think. He could now clearly see sunlight glinting off the front windows. Any second now, the truck would make impact.

"Shizu-chan, stop!" The world slowed down as he sprinted into the vehicle's path, pushing as hard as he possibly could against Shizuo's chest to get him out of the way. The ex-bartender's expression changed to confusion, his gaze falling to the right towards the truck. Within a millisecond, his expression became one of solemn understanding. But what he did next was something Izaya would have never predicted in his life. He wrapped his arms around his enemy's small frame and turned so his back was to the truck. Confusion merged with the terror pulsing through the informant's blood, and he weakly tried to pull himself away. In response, Shizuo gripped him even tighter, pressing the trembling form against his powerful chest. Just before the impact, Izaya heard a soft whisper in his ear.

"It'll be okay."

The truck collided full-force with Shizuo's spine.

Should I keep this as a one-shot, or do you want to know what happened next? Let me know.

Constructive criticism is welcome, flames will be used to make s'mores.

bye!