At the top of a small multi-storey car park Shizuo Heiwajima ripped the sign post declaring the parking times and prices from the ground, and turned to his opponent. Still breathless from the dash up the floors, he was running purely on adrenaline, going so far as to let out a growl in the fur-lined demon's direction.

"What was that, Shizu-chan?" Izaya's voice was playful, almost flirtatious, with a underlying tone of taunting as he circled the blonde with light steps. "Was that even a word?"

Not wanting to dignify it with a response, Shizuo darted forward with an even more feral roar, swinging the post dramatically with inhuman force, only for the clumsy action to become void as Izaya skipped out the way.

More roars and more swings, animalistic sounds coming from Shizuo's throat, and giggles and taunts falling from Izaya's lips. Blundering, heavy movements verses graceful steps and jumps as the flick knife came out and Izaya made efforts to mark the bartender uniform, whilst Shizuo tried to bruise the slender body darting around him.

A small cut on the arm of the shirt, and a button missing on the waist coat, and he pushed himself to his limit.

"Izayza-kun," Shizuo cried out, elongating his vowels and reversing a swing that made his arms scream with the effort. The sign on the end of the pole caught Izaya mid jump, hitting the stomach of the laughing man and propelling him back, flying away and over the edge of the building. Still grinning.

Shizuo waited. One second, two, three, thirty, a minute.

Nothing.

Nothing and no-one came back over the railing or the wall. No sudden attack.

Tentatively Shizuo stepped closer, keeping the post in his hand and his stance braced as he approached he edge. There were no fingers clutching the edge of the building, but Izaya could have found a ledge. He could be crouching in wait, a sleek and fur lined predator after it's bumbling prey. He could be bluffing, trying to trick the blonde into getting dangerously close. It wouldn't be the first time he'd attempted such things. It was such things that have taught Shizuo to be cautious in his anger when dealing with the other man.

He paused at a suitable distance, and strained to peer over the edge of the brick work.

No smirking face greeted him, and no flying tackle. Only a black shadow far down on the pavement below, sprawled and leaking red.

Shizuo dropped the sign post, and the echo of the clatter was swallowed by the noise of Ikebukuro. He grit his teeth and dug his nails into his palms, and willed the piece of filth plastered on the concrete below to get up and wipe the blood from his nose and grin up at him, before fucking prancing off and going on his way.

Only that never happened. The crowd of people surrounding his enemy just grew, one knelt to check a pulse, whilst others took pictures on their phones.

One shake of the head and Shizuo knew. Izaya Orihara was dead, it was a dream come true. He'd never felt more alone.

I am unsure about this, and I think I prefer the second half to the first... ^_^;

So any con-crit would be appreciated.