To Shii-chan! Happy birthday (almost: April 14th).

I love you April birthday-ers.

-Note- Raijin is what Raira Academy used to be called before it formed an alliance with a nearby school. I don't know who's class who was in so sorry if I got it wrong.

Pairing is IzayaxShizuo. Doesn't look like that or anything like it tho... xD

Death Declaration

Glistening into a brilliant shade of honey, the yellow petals melted into the orange center. The chrysanthemum, however beautiful in all its glory, held a meaning of death. This single funeral flower sat, its face peeking out from a clear vase. It clearly held no water, and the stem stubbed the bottom desperately, as if it were suffocating. This vase had been placed on a certain table of the third year classroom of Raijin Academy.

It was a petty and old bullying method often used on meeker characters who's existence was often shunned by others to the point that they were thought of to be better off gone altogether. Yet, it wouldn't have made sense to use that example on Heiwajima Shizuo who was now staring, no, glaring down at this nuisance. Shizuo was not meek, and if he wasn't the opposite of the word, he definitely held some dominance by just being there. Normally, he wouldn't radiate this kind of hostility out in the open, but this treatment set him off. Especially when he had a pretty good idea who would dare to do this type of crap to him of all people, and he was most likely right. No, it wasn't a sign of bullying in that case. It was a challenge, declaring his upcoming death. A game that the two played so well and it was known throughout the school to keep away from it at all costs.

The classroom was absolutely silent. Most students sat shaking in their chairs, unable to move away because they didn't have the nerve to make any noise. Some lucky ones had evacuated earlier and were now watching nervously from the windows of the hallway, and the teachers had all the reasons in the world to let them do so. Each and every one of them cursed their fate when the desk violently plummeted down. No one saw it go up, but every eye followed its descent.

Scrambling feet and people toppling over one another meshed with the sound of splintering wood and crashing glass. He did it again, not being able to control his anger. Every time the image of the sadistic bastard smirking gloatingly over his pranks popped into his mind, Shizuo wouldn't care if he destroyed the whole building. He just wanted to beat the shit out of the infuriating lowlife. It also vexed him because somewhere in his mind, he knew. He knew that Orihara Izaya was using him for his own entertainment by making him use this kind of violence that Shizuo hated himself over. It was obvious what kind of results could be obtained from irritating this blonde, and Izaya went ahead and did it anyway.

Shizuo spun around sharply, sweeping a glance at the fleeing crowd. Surprisingly, Shinra wasn't there. That childhood friend of his had been quick to be pleased in observing his limitless prowess, but today he wasn't gawking with a stupid grin on his face. Had he fled? Something seemed oddly fishy about this.

Each step he took to the next classroom seemed to escalate in anger, and the poor ground cried out in deeper pain. The blonde gripped the handle of the door in his hand, but instead of sliding it to the side, it came clean off. A moment of intense silence followed. Shizuo, with half a door in his hands, Izaya, sitting cross legged on someone's table in an empty room. An amused smirk was plastered across the mastermind's face, looking down on his fellow third year with an air of arrogance that just couldn't be wiped down. He hopped down easily, and Shizuo followed closely with his narrowing eyes at each step this person…this being took.

Izaya merely paced, breaking their eye contact and staring ahead, as if he was doing some serious thinking. Tapping his chin lightly with his index finger, he stopped midway and tossed his head back to finally reconnect their gazes. He bent his expression so only half his face was still smiling, one eye half closed due to the slight curve of his mouth. In a tone which was somewhere between mocking and exasperated, he spoke. "Ne, Shizu-chan. How long are you going to stare at me like that?"

Shizuo cracked. No, it was the door he was holding. His hand twisted in ways that might not have been humanly possible, and streaks of lines, starting from the root of the handle started to grow like veins all over the wood. Pulverized pieces momentarily clouded the environment as specs of dust before the blonde charged in, fist first towards the brunette.

Izaya tucked his hands into his pockets before turning swiftly to the side. He jumped back, as the bull knocked table after table in that row like a set of dominos. The mischievous boy chuckled briefly. "Oh wow. Think about what would have happened if I didn't dodge that! I could have died. Hahaha, wouldn't it be unfortunate?"

They both could see the angry veins that began to form its latticework over Shizuo's clenched fists. He turned around agonizingly, and Izaya could see it had made its way all over his face as well. This seemed to brighten the mood of the brunette even more. Tsk, his only redeeming feature ruined.

Shizuo twitched and cracked his neck to the side. He took one step forward as his rival took one step back. "Oi. Izaya. What was that damned thing about, eh!? So you can't come out and speak your mind? You piece of shit!"

He grabbed a leg of some remaining desk and held it over his head, uncaring for the spilling contents of books and stationary as he hurled it. The brunette ducked and charged forward, pulling his hands out of his pockets at last and switching his knife open. Because of his earlier action, Shizuo was unable to pull back in time, but he managed to block with his arm and swiped it sideways at the flea. Gashes of blood spilled around the area as the knife made contact and embedded itself in tough flesh. Izaya guessed a few broken ribs as he crashed backwards into a row of desks, but rolled himself over in time to dodge a bloody knife being pelted back at him.

Izaya grasped the handle of the knife and pulled it out of the ground quickly. He stood unsteadily supported by the wall, and gasped out painfully before laughing. "Oh Shizu-chan! What are we going to do with you? I guess you didn't like my present."

"What a pity." A shadow crossed his face when he voiced this in a mere whisper, but it was instantly replaced by a hysteric laughter. "Ahah..Hahaha!"

"Bastard…what the hell is wrong with you?" Shizuo grimaced, spitting to the side. He didn't even seem to notice the blood running freely over his arms like a menacing waterfall of wine. The sickening sight of a man going crazy in front of him just fueled his resolve to pound his face even more.

But, before he could take another step, Izaya took a piece of broken wood laying around and smashed it at the window. Shards sliced bits of the inflictor's cheeks and neck, but he didn't seem to care one bit. Instead he hopped on, stepping on broken glass and looked back at the blonde. "Shinra probably evacuated everyone by now… so, unfortunately I'm going to end it here. You know, in return I want something red. Oh, make it a bouquet, even! Haha, if you don't want to buy it, you can even pick it off the street!"

Then he jumped. Shizuo rushed over, only to see the sly brunette making a trail of uneven lines along the side of the school building with his knife. Safely landing from what was the height of three stories, the maniac laughed blatantly as he scurried away.

Cursing under his breath repeatedly, Shizuo finished it off with a deeply aggravated scream. "IIIIIIZAAAAAAAAAAYAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

He panted deeply, still shaking in both arms from anger when he saw Shinra in the horizon. The bespectacled male waved his arms furiously, as if telling Shizuo to get out of there and fast. Confused, the blonde temporarily forgot his temper, but he started to smell something smoking. Looking down, there was a piece of string that had been lighted, making a trail of black as it burned down, and walking over to peek out of the hallway, he realized it was headed towards a bunch of drum containers.

Shit.

Closing dark brown eyes for a second in frustration, he reopened them and sprinted out the window.

News of Raijin Academy reopening spread throughout the media for a fleeting period of time. No one actually guessed what had happened, but no one wanted to question it either. Most of the students even transferred out, but the select few who remained regretted coming back. Izaya was, however, not the majority in any way. As he opened the classroom to take a look at his seat, he was shocked. Then, he grinned, and even chuckled. Sure, the person called Heiwajima Shizuo was erratic, but Izaya never considered him too smart. This, though, made him rethink his opinion just a little.

Sitting, or rather almost toppling off the side of his desk was a drum container. Watered in gasoline, twisted red signposts showed their faces gathered in a perfect bouquet.

And somehow, before taking it as what it should be -a declaration of death, Izaya would keep this for ages to come. A first present from his Shizu-chan, also his first bouquet, which conveniently would never wither away.

Um. I wanted to write fluff. I swear. So I will and finish this story next chapter.