A/N: This is my first story here so please write a review after you've finished reading. I believe that constructive criticism further develop my writing style and of course this story.

**Also thanks to Rynnell for pointing out the little error I had. I uploaded the wrong file lol.

Chapter 1

Don't Ever Come to Ikebukuro Again

"I-ZA-YA! I thought I told you not to come here again!" the blonde in a bartender suit bawled while throwing a vending machine towards the man he utterly hates. Unfortunately, he missed the chaotic brunette who loves to wreck havoc in Ikebukuro. He ran after the flash of gray fur that was jumping, gliding and running around the streets. Shizuo grabbed a signpost and swung it at the direction of the informant who skillfully dodged the hit.

"Better luck next time, Shizu-chan!" Izaya was running towards and alleyway while waving happily to the bartender.

"Tch, that flea. I'm going to fucking kill him the next time I see that tacky hooded coat of his." The blonde spat as he propped the signpost up and walked back to Tom.

'I mean it. I will destroy that sissy face of his to an extent that he cannot put on that annoying smile. I'll break his legs so that he wouldn't be able to run away. I loathe that flea. Tch.'

"Caught some bug today, ne Shizuo?" the debt collector asked. The blonde just shrugged him off knowing that further mockery will enrage the monster within him and he doesn't want to hurt Tom. No, he hates violence but not as much as he hates the informant. "Good thing we're done and you can take the rest of the day off."

The bid their goodbyes and went to their separate ways. Shizuo looked around the area. It's pretty peaceful without that damn flea flying around the vicinity. Though now is not the time to think about that annoying Izaya. The blonde thought of getting some cupcakes since he's craving for them but the sweetshop is too far and he is feeling a little lazy to even go there. He went to an abandoned building and climbed up to the rooftop. The place has a perfect view of the busy streets of Ikebukuro. Also, this was a perfect spot to smoke and to bask under the sun. He leaned to the water tank, took out and lit a cigarette while he savored the feeling of the sun touch his face. It was peaceful and he loved it. He took off his sun glasses taking the pleasure of the warm rays hitting his head.

"Oh, Shizu-chan! It's very rare to see a monster like you in a free from agitation place like this rustic rooftop." A very familiar, yet annoying, voice came out from the top of the water tank. This brought heat to the blonde's blood. His veins were pulsing and his whole being was itching to kill the brunette. Izaya's head popped out and he was grinning. As soon as Shizuo saw this he went on a rampage.

"What do you think you're doing here, I-ZA-YA-KUUUUUUUN?" He got a hold of the water tank attempting to throw it off the building. But as soon as he ripped the steel legs that propelled the tank the information broker jumped off and laughed.

"Ne, Shizu-chan. Why can't you be more normal? Or are you really a protozoan?" the informant said with his trademark smile.

"I'm going to fucking kill you." said Shizuo as he ripped an iron bar from the gutter. He was about to hit Izaya when he said, "What do you think of me, Heiwajima-san?"

"I think you're a pest. You should be killed for the sake of Ikebukuro." He swung the bar at Izaya who, as always, dodged the blonde's attack. Shizuo swung left.

"Oh, is that so?" the brunette said smiling. This made Shizuo mad; he batted right, 180 degrees, left, upwards, and east. But all was in vain because Izaya avoided his attacks with a smile on his face.

"How many fights have we had? Yet I'm still alive. Are you sure you're trying to kill me or are you trying to grab my attention and seduce me?"

"You ought to die, IZAYA!"

"Wait, I think I've heard this before. Am I really going to die now?"

"You're really asking for it!"

"Me? Nah. You're the one who's been babbling about killing me every time you lay your eyes on me. Why don't you just kill me, ne?"

"Tch, if you wanna die then stop dodging my attacks."

"If you want to kill me then you better start improving your accuracy."

That was enough to make Shizuo go berserk. He ran after Izaya who was trotting his way down the stairs. For the second time today, the Flea and the Protozoan was running around Ikebukuro. Izaya was doing his usual parkour stunts while Shizuo started throwing things at him; a garbage can, vending machine, a bench and a signpost which hit the brunette on the shoulder while he disappeared in the crowd at the train station.

"Don't ever come to Ikebukuro again, Izaya!" hollered Heiwajima. He walked away heading home hoping for a good night's sleep.

Little did he know that at the train station Izaya was enduring the pain in his shoulder caused by the signpost the bartender threw at him.

"Heh, Shizu-chan you improved your accuracy a little bit.'' A little tear fell from his right eye. ''But it wouldn't hurt to be a little gentler to the flea that loves you so much." He smiled and looked at the blonde who was walking away. He stood up and headed home as well.

Thank you for taking time to read this little story I wrote. So please write a review! And maybe I will add some lemon in the next chapter! ;) - XVB