My Beast and Mine Alone

Chapter 3

Shizuo's mocha eyes trembled as he stared at the splattered of remains of one, Takumi Izuya. An unmanned enormous truck left little space between that of its front and the brick wall with which it had collided. Takumi, or whatever was left of her, had been firmly sandwiched in between. His mind ran rampant with thoughts, but mostly he was filled with guilt. Things he could've done differently yesterday. Instead of offering to take her home, he should've just gone with his first mind and did it anyway. That was only the beginning to the day that waited in store for him.

At a nearby cafe, a man with eyes that could charm a snake sat sipping bitter coffee and looking on at the nearby gloom that accompanied the scene of his well done handiwork. He liked to sometimes sit back and admire the lengths to which he'd go for the one that he loved. A familiar blonde stood nearby in immense horror and Izaya just shook his head.

"Oh, Shizu-chan, if only you knew how much you didn't need those women."

Another sip, and the bitter liquid had been all consumed and now he just sat watching as the bartender clad man conversed with the nearby police presumably about the incident that he had caused. It was no secret to Izaya himself that he was crazy. If anything the raven knew better than anyone else that he had lost his marbles long ago, but he also firmly believed it wasn't his fault. He blamed the world, a world full of hate, hopelessness, and betrayal. You could trust no one, not even those close to you. The only one you could ever rely on was you and your own power. In the end that's all you had. His grim outlook on life itself made him see through tunnel vision. He had a goal ahead and he aimed to achieve it, however fruitless and unrequited that goal may be.

Shizuo's nose twitch at the whiff of a familiar and unwelcome scent that invaded his nostrils. His pupils grew thin and his blood pressure rose to inhuman levels as his vision went red. With the slight sound of an air current passing by the head of a nearby cowering police offer, a stop sign was hurled throughout the air, landing where a raven haired man once sat.

"FLEA, YOU FUCKING STINK!" A satisfying curve played its way onto the pale features of the lanky, crimson eyed man. As expected by passing residents as they scurried away from the scene, a mad chase began between monster and flea. A mad dash through the streets of Ikebukuro, the two leaving nothing but constructural damage through every place they passed. Izaya turned quickly making his way into a nearby alley and was bewildered, but only for a second, when he came to stand before the brick surface in front of him, a dead end. He turned to find the angry blonde practically oozing rage coming his way.

"NOW I FUCKING GOT YOU, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND TO STAY THE HELL OUT OF IKEBUKURO!" A small chuckle escaped Izaya's throat as his monster stilled himself behind him, seemingly blocking off his only way of escape. This only enraged the blonde even further and he was aiming to pop those two wine colored eyes right out of there sockets. He often wondered why exactly this bony individual could evoke such passionate emotions from him. Granted, he was passionate about damn near everything, but with Izaya it was different. The man brought out a side of him no one had ever seen.

With the grace of the animal that the black clothed man resembled, the pair of his feet met the brick of the wall and with stunning agility made a circular arc in the air and landed perfectly onto the asphalt behind his hunter. Izaya visually saw the blood rush to the other man's head. His pale lips curved again at the thought of making the man angry again.

"What the fuck are you, a fucking ballerina gymnast!?"

At that moment Shizuo felt a soft palm on his chin and looked down into red orbs, he had never been this close to the man before. He took this moment to analyze the face of his much esteemed prey. The man was more on the feminine side than he should be, yet he retained somewhat of a male appearance, his face was devoid of any blemishes, and he basically looked like untainted perfection. Strangely enough, it only served to piss him off even more. People would kill for those looks and truly he didn't know if Izaya had killed for those looks. His mind slightly shivered at the thought. It was then his mind returned to the closeness of the others face and his hand at his chin.

"You know you fucking love me."

Before he could even react the panther like man had sprinted back towards the opening of the alleyway. He was across the street in seconds and looked back for a second to see a large garbage can being hurled towards his back.

"Like hell I do, you damn pest!"

What Izaya had failed to notice(thank kami, right) was the red tint that stained Shizuo's cheeks as he lingered on the man's last words. He didn't fail to notice the way the blonde checked him out for a few seconds though.

A/N:Know that all of you that have patiently waited for the new chapter have my undying gratitude and my sincerest apologies. Life has been somewhat a piece of shit to me and I've been in a pretty bad, dark place. What better way to alleviate the pains of life then by writing, right? So again read and review and I'm getting started on the next chapter as soon as possible to get you all back into the flow because I'll be writing ALOT. Anyway, cheers, and I hope you all have a great day/night eternity, you get the idea! ^-^