Arms crossed, Kadota blocked the door to his apartment with his body, Izaya and Shizuo inside and the rest of the group outside. Technically, it was only Erika since the other two decided to wait in the van. Walker was mourning his Yu-Gi-Oh losses during the ride and Togusa just didn’t want to be near Shizuo.
Fucking violent kid.
“You’re not coming in. Maybe some other time, but not today.”
“At least let me take a picture of them in those clothes!” Erika whined with her cellphone on hand. She tried to pry her way through, but he was too heavy. With his feet anchored on the sides of the entrance, it made it all the more difficult for her to get in. It went on for a bit, so Shizuo went to use the bathroom. Izaya watched on in amusement.
“Fine. I’ll consider it,” he said, exasperated. She pulled herself back upright.
”Really?”
“Really.” Kadota took a deep breath and closed his eyes as if in intense concentration. A second later, he opened them.
“No. Go home.”
“Wh-“
He slammed the door in her face. Ignoring her pleas, disgruntled screams, and the knocks on said door, he stared at her through the eyehole and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Shizuo came back with a sandwich and took Izaya’s spot when the latter got bored and went to watch some cheap Gundam knockoff on the television set.
And then he waited some more. Erika began clawing at the door and making meowing noises.
Fucking hell, was she persistent.
By the time Kadota decided to call the police to just take her away, she stood up and walked off, flustered. He waited until he was sure she was out of the building. He needed to hear them leave before extricating himself from the door (the walls in the building were fucking thin). After all, he paid good money to get it fixed after that other hostage situation.
A few minutes later, the telltale sounds of Erika’s complaints and the van’s doors closing were heard prior to the engine turning on and slowly quieting down as it left.
Finally.
Letting out an annoyed grunt, Kadota turned around and tripped over Shizuo whose brain didn’t register quickly enough to move away in time. They landed in a pile of limbs with Kadota trying to be careful not to accidentally crush him. Izaya smirked from his seat on the couch.
“So Daddy wanted some special alone time with little Shizu-chan? Ooh!” he squealed. Loudly.
The neighbors were used to the weird things coming from his place, so they just ignored it, thinking of it as another one of those days. “Crying wolf” or something like that.
A few seconds later, Shizuo crawled out from beneath Kadota, who was muttering profanities. He grabbed the bag with Erika’s and Walker’s vocaloid costumes and hurled it at Izaya’s face.
Luckily for him, it didn’t lop his head off.
Unluckily for him, he was hanging on the armrest and the impact sent him sprawling off headfirst.
“Fuck!” Izaya cried as he covered his bleeding forehead. He glared at Shizuo’s smug expression.
Of course, with the lack of self-control at a young age concerning strong emotions, children are bound to express themselves in various ways unless otherwise instructed to do so. Other sources to expel their energy are quite obviously suggested, but considering that Izaya had no interest in what he initially saw in Kadota’s place and that mocking Shizuo yet again didn’t develop in the recesses of his young(er) mind just yet, anger took effect and overcame his self-control.
Kadota froze when Izaya lunged at Shizuo, punching, kicking, scratching, anything every which way in an attempt to pay him back for his injury. He struck gold several times and Shizuo winced as he returned the favor with several punches of his own.
“Hey-” Kadota tried to yell over their fight.
Shizuo shouted with satisfaction when Izaya yelped at another blow to his skull, leaving himself vulnerable when he clutched his head again.
Time to go in for the kill.
Shizuo sneered and readied another punch as-
-someone grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him away from Izaya, and slammed his back against the wall. Kadota didn’t do it with much unneeded force, but it was enough to jar Shizuo to his senses.
Arms crossed, Kadota blocked the door to his apartment with his body, Izaya and Shizuo inside and the rest of the group outside. Technically, it was only Erika since the other two decided to wait in the van. Walker was mourning his Yu-Gi-Oh losses during the ride and Togusa just didn’t want to be near Shizuo.
Fucking violent kid.
“You’re not coming in. Maybe some other time, but not today.”
“At least let me take a picture of them in those clothes!” Erika whined with her cellphone on hand. She tried to pry her way through, but he was too heavy. With his feet anchored on the sides of the entrance, it made it all the more difficult for her to get in. It went on for a bit, so Shizuo went to use the bathroom. Izaya watched on in amusement.
“Fine. I’ll consider it,” he said, exasperated. She pulled herself back upright.
”Really?”
“Really.” Kadota took a deep breath and closed his eyes as if in intense concentration. A second later, he opened them.
“No. Go home.”
“Wh-“
He slammed the door in her face. Ignoring her pleas, disgruntled screams, and the knocks on said door, he stared at her through the eyehole and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Shizuo came back with a sandwich and took Izaya’s spot when the latter got bored and went to watch some cheap Gundam knockoff on the television set.
And then he waited some more. Erika began clawing at the door and making meowing noises.
Fucking hell, was she persistent.
By the time Kadota decided to call the police to just take her away, she stood up and walked off, flustered. He waited until he was sure she was out of the building. He needed to hear them leave before extricating himself from the door (the walls in the building were fucking thin). After all, he paid good money to get it fixed after that other hostage situation.
A few minutes later, the telltale sounds of Erika’s complaints and the van’s doors closing were heard prior to the engine turning on and slowly quieting down as it left.
Finally.
Letting out an annoyed grunt, Kadota turned around and tripped over Shizuo whose brain didn’t register quickly enough to move away in time. They landed in a pile of limbs with Kadota trying to be careful not to accidentally crush him. Izaya smirked from his seat on the couch.
“So Daddy wanted some special alone time with little Shizu-chan? Ooh!” he squealed. Loudly.
The neighbors were used to the weird things coming from his place, so they just ignored it, thinking of it as another one of those days. “Crying wolf” or something like that.
A few seconds later, Shizuo crawled out from beneath Kadota, who was muttering profanities. He grabbed the bag with Erika’s and Walker’s vocaloid costumes and hurled it at Izaya’s face.
Luckily for him, it didn’t lop his head off.
Unluckily for him, he was hanging on the armrest and the impact sent him sprawling off headfirst.
“Fuck!” Izaya cried as he covered his bleeding forehead. He glared at Shizuo’s smug expression.
Of course, with the lack of self-control at a young age concerning strong emotions, children are bound to express themselves in various ways unless otherwise instructed to do so. Other sources to expel their energy are quite obviously suggested, but considering that Izaya had no interest in what he initially saw in Kadota’s place and that mocking Shizuo yet again didn’t develop in the recesses of his young(er) mind just yet, anger took effect and overcame his self-control.
Kadota froze when Izaya lunged at Shizuo, punching, kicking, scratching, anything every which way in an attempt to pay him back for his injury. He struck gold several times and Shizuo winced as he returned the favor with several punches of his own.
“Hey-” Kadota tried to yell over their fight.
Shizuo shouted with satisfaction when Izaya yelped at another blow to his skull, leaving himself vulnerable when he clutched his head again.
Time to go in for the kill.
Shizuo sneered and readied another punch as-
-someone grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him away from Izaya, and slammed his back against the wall. Kadota didn’t do it with much unneeded force, but it was enough to jar Shizuo to his senses.
“STOP IT. NOW.”
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