Not Like You 1/?
anonymous
March 8 2010, 11:18:49 UTC
( Just to let you know, english is not my native language, nor do i write, i just had an urge to fill this, hopefully me reading so often will have helped me write a bit haha;;? )
Izaya's finger trailed a swirling pattern with the blood that leaked from his knee on his skin forced to face the chill air, from the torn pant leg, while a smile was evident on his pale face, although the eyes missing their normal mischievous sparkle.
He wasn't usually like this, people feared him. He had connections, which was enough to scare most wannabe-gang away. Although there was the rare occasion someone up to him, with a stupid challenge. Very stupid indeed...
He didn't know why he accepted to fight anyways, maybe he was lonely? Maybe we wanted some excitement. Even so he was regretting it slightly, they had been a bit tougher than he had anticipated, and not to mention the gun which had shot him in the leg, had put him in this current state. He was beat up badly. Trails of blood leaking from various wounds, hair tussled, his jacket hung loosely on his left shoulder, below a gash on his upper arm.
Izaya laughed breathlessly imagining how the gang was probably boasting about their victory, coming out more as a hoarse whisper than anything, as he leaned his head against the cool rough surface of the alleys brick wall, shutting his eyes, and taking a deep breath.
Snap.
Izaya lazily opened up his eyes, only to meet the furious gaze of the familiar blonde. “Heh. . . fancy meeting you here Shizzy. . . " He laughed silently, and closed his eyes again briefly, before sticking his hand into his jacket pocket, cradling his knife just in case the need to defend himself rose.
Re: Not Like You 2/?
anonymous
March 8 2010, 11:20:13 UTC
" Izaya ... I could... " He growled, stepping on his cigarette that he previously snapped in two. " I could... easily kill you right now, yet you still... you still have that shit-eating grin on your fucking face. " He glared harshly at the red-eyed man, He hated him. He hated him so much. He hated him because he could still be as in control of his emotions in situations such as these, because he could still managed to have an hostile aura with him in such weak moments, because he was a challenge, he challenged Shizuo, he was a threat. And that's why Shizuo hated him. He hated him because he was better. He was simply. Better.
" What kindave of gentlemen of a bartender would do such a thing, and to tarnish your uniform- tsk tsk Shizzy. " He teased, and struggled to get up, leaning against the wall, barley wincing, while putting all his body weight on his unhurt leg. If there was one thing Izaya hated to do, it was to show his weakest emotions to rivals such as Shizuo. The shooting pain currently going up his leg and burning at the wound was causing him to wince once again, he lowered his head, gritting his teeth in pain, trying to compose himself.
“ Mmm I wonder where that kid got his hands on a gun anyways. . “ He murmured.
“ So you were shot. “ Shizuo stated, taking a step forward. “That means you can’t run away. “
Another step forward.
“ Doesn’t it? “ He had a threatening tone to his voice, taking one step closer, close enough for their breath to mingle in the crisp air. “ So what’s stopping me? “ He pushed Izaya up against the wall with barley any effort. “Because I’m not a sick fuck like you “ He answered himself, his gaze practically dripping with hatred. Pure hatred, yet close to crossing the line over to obsession. “ I won’t hurt someone when their defenceless- such as you are.“ He pushed harder against Izaya’s shoulder, causing him to visibly wince. “ I won’t push them down when they are already at the ground. “ He shut his eyes, and let go. “ I don’t enjoy violence. Cause I’m not like you Izaya. “
“ Hehe... Hehehe.. Heh.. On the contrary Shizzy, I quite enjoy seeing their emotions. Face strangled in a inner battle, wondering what’s wrong and what’s right, twisted in pain. . oh it’s quite wonderful, but I have to admit it looks best on you. “ Izaya took his knife out, holding it in front of his face, the point directly at Shizuo. “ And your blood. . .” He laughed again, his voice cracking. “ It’s perfect. “ He took a step forward, and leaned against Shizuo, struggling to keep himself from toppling over due to his injured knee. “ Why are you so perfect Shizzy? “ He dragged his knife slightly across Shizuo’s neck, barley grazing the smooth tan skin. “ Why is that? “ Izaya’s warm breath tickling the blondes neck, and he laughed silently.
Re: Not Like You 2/?
anonymous
March 8 2010, 13:37:50 UTC
I'm really loving where this is going~~ I always wonder what shizzy would do if he found an injured izaya XD And the "perfect" line was so cute! <3 <3 <3 Can't wait for more (ps. You're English is fine XD)
Izaya's finger trailed a swirling pattern with the blood that leaked from his knee on his skin forced to face the chill air, from the torn pant leg, while a smile was evident on his pale face, although the eyes missing their normal mischievous sparkle.
He wasn't usually like this, people feared him. He had connections, which was enough to scare most wannabe-gang away. Although there was the rare occasion someone up to him, with a stupid challenge. Very stupid indeed...
He didn't know why he accepted to fight anyways, maybe he was lonely? Maybe we wanted some excitement. Even so he was regretting it slightly, they had been a bit tougher than he had anticipated, and not to mention the gun which had shot him in the leg, had put him in this current state. He was beat up badly. Trails of blood leaking from various wounds, hair tussled, his jacket hung loosely on his left shoulder, below a gash on his upper arm.
Izaya laughed breathlessly imagining how the gang was probably boasting about their victory, coming out more as a hoarse whisper than anything, as he leaned his head against the cool rough surface of the alleys brick wall, shutting his eyes, and taking a deep breath.
Snap.
Izaya lazily opened up his eyes, only to meet the furious gaze of the familiar blonde. “Heh. . . fancy meeting you here Shizzy. . . " He laughed silently, and closed his eyes again briefly, before sticking his hand into his jacket pocket, cradling his knife just in case the need to defend himself rose.
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" What kindave of gentlemen of a bartender would do such a thing, and to tarnish your uniform- tsk tsk Shizzy. " He teased, and struggled to get up, leaning against the wall, barley wincing, while putting all his body weight on his unhurt leg. If there was one thing Izaya hated to do, it was to show his weakest emotions to rivals such as Shizuo. The shooting pain currently going up his leg and burning at the wound was causing him to wince once again, he lowered his head, gritting his teeth in pain, trying to compose himself.
“ Mmm I wonder where that kid got his hands on a gun anyways. . “ He murmured.
“ So you were shot. “ Shizuo stated, taking a step forward. “That means you can’t run away. “
Another step forward.
“ Doesn’t it? “ He had a threatening tone to his voice, taking one step closer, close enough for their breath to mingle in the crisp air. “ So what’s stopping me? “ He pushed Izaya up against the wall with barley any effort. “Because I’m not a sick fuck like you “ He answered himself, his gaze practically dripping with hatred. Pure hatred, yet close to crossing the line over to obsession.
“ I won’t hurt someone when their defenceless- such as you are.“ He pushed harder against Izaya’s shoulder, causing him to visibly wince. “ I won’t push them down when they are already at the ground. “ He shut his eyes, and let go. “ I don’t enjoy violence. Cause I’m not like you Izaya. “
“ Hehe... Hehehe.. Heh.. On the contrary Shizzy, I quite enjoy seeing their emotions. Face strangled in a inner battle, wondering what’s wrong and what’s right, twisted in pain. . oh it’s quite wonderful, but I have to admit it looks best on you. “ Izaya took his knife out, holding it in front of his face, the point directly at Shizuo. “ And your blood. . .” He laughed again, his voice cracking. “ It’s perfect. “ He took a step forward, and leaned against Shizuo, struggling to keep himself from toppling over due to his injured knee. “ Why are you so perfect Shizzy? “ He dragged his knife slightly across Shizuo’s neck, barley grazing the smooth tan skin. “ Why is that? “ Izaya’s warm breath tickling the blondes neck, and he laughed silently.
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And the "perfect" line was so cute! <3 <3 <3 Can't wait for more
(ps. You're English is fine XD)
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