Do I dare Disturb the Universe? 4/?
anonymous
June 7 2012, 08:50:57 UTC
School was hard to get through the next day. Izaya found he couldn’t concentrate on anything, even his classmates who were so fascinating to him. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about the person who had confounded him so much the previous night. He couldn’t even find the heart to tease Shizuo, merely avoiding the desk that was thrown his way out of habit.
“IIIIZAAAAYAAAAA! I KNOW IT WAS YOU WHO STOLE MY SHOES AND STUCK THEM IN THE URINAL YESTERDAY! JUST ADMIT IT SO I CAN BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IN PEACE!”
Izaya covered one of his ears as the ear-splitting scream was directed at him from across the hall. He had forgotten he had done that yesterday... Or rather, he had convinced one of the generic bullies that their school seemed to be teeming with that if he stole the blonde explosion’s shoes he would gain unimaginable fame within his gang of idiotic cohorts. Really, it was too easy to manipulate these people.
School kids seemed to thrive on a diet of social creed, cheap laughs and cheap alcohol.
Izaya was known for being able to provide all three, for a price.
In the months since Izaya had begun to play around on the internet, he had finished middle school and begun at Raijin Academy. There he had been introduced to one Shizuo Heiwajima. The boy was almost as much fun as the internet. In fact, it was as if he were seeing how people behaved online in a real person. He was insulted over the slightest thing, and the less said about how short his temper was, the better.
“I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about, Shizu-chan. Do I look like the kind of cliché bully who would steal someone’s shoes?” He grinned as one of the people watching their fight’s face contorted into an enraged snarl. That’s right, he was watching. That idiot who had so easily done his bidding. He made a mental note to steer clear of him for a while.
“Ninety-nine percent of the crap that happens to me is your fault, bastard, so I know you had something to do with this!” Shizuo snarled at him, storming over to where Izaya stood. “So don’t feed me that crap about not having anything to do with it!” He was within arm’s reach of Izaya now, setting the student on edge. No one wanted to be that close to the monster. Things got broken at that range. Nevertheless, he grinned cockily at him.
“Can’t you believe in the one percent? After all-“ Izaya paused as his phone buzzed in his pocket. Showing blatant disrespect for Shizuo, he dug it out of his pocket and read the message he had just received.
Don’t go picking fights you can’t win. I would hate to have to find someone new to converse with. If Seiishiro comes after you, mention his alcoholic father and he will leave you alone. - TS
Izaya sneered. Condescending jerk. What irked him more though, was that Tsukumoya was right. At this range, in a confined space, all he could do was run. Shizuo would beat him to a pulp in five seconds flat otherwise. Izaya’s strength was in using the city as his oversized playground, while Shizuo excelled when his opponents had nowhere to hide. And the little bit of information on Seiishiro could come in handy. He didn’t know how reliable it was, but he supposed the only way to find out would be to do as Tsukumoya had said and mention it to him.
As Izaya was contemplating, Shizuo was growing more and more irritated. Izaya looked up to see a fist hurtling at his face, which he quickly ducked. He swerved around Shizuo as he was still following the momentum of his swing, laughing.
“As much as I love having you beat me up, I’m afraid I’ll have to take a raincheck. Maybe in about a hundred years when you finally land a hit~?” He dashed off down the hallway, a furious blonde beast hard on his heels. A cry of “Izaya!” rang throughout the school, and a collective held breath was released by all watching.
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Lots of school stuff going on, sorry for the HUGE delay on this... DX Please don't hate me guys!
Also sorry for the lack of snarky internet men in this chapter.
“IIIIZAAAAYAAAAA! I KNOW IT WAS YOU WHO STOLE MY SHOES AND STUCK THEM IN THE URINAL YESTERDAY! JUST ADMIT IT SO I CAN BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IN PEACE!”
Izaya covered one of his ears as the ear-splitting scream was directed at him from across the hall. He had forgotten he had done that yesterday... Or rather, he had convinced one of the generic bullies that their school seemed to be teeming with that if he stole the blonde explosion’s shoes he would gain unimaginable fame within his gang of idiotic cohorts. Really, it was too easy to manipulate these people.
School kids seemed to thrive on a diet of social creed, cheap laughs and cheap alcohol.
Izaya was known for being able to provide all three, for a price.
In the months since Izaya had begun to play around on the internet, he had finished middle school and begun at Raijin Academy. There he had been introduced to one Shizuo Heiwajima. The boy was almost as much fun as the internet. In fact, it was as if he were seeing how people behaved online in a real person. He was insulted over the slightest thing, and the less said about how short his temper was, the better.
“I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about, Shizu-chan. Do I look like the kind of cliché bully who would steal someone’s shoes?” He grinned as one of the people watching their fight’s face contorted into an enraged snarl. That’s right, he was watching. That idiot who had so easily done his bidding. He made a mental note to steer clear of him for a while.
“Ninety-nine percent of the crap that happens to me is your fault, bastard, so I know you had something to do with this!” Shizuo snarled at him, storming over to where Izaya stood. “So don’t feed me that crap about not having anything to do with it!” He was within arm’s reach of Izaya now, setting the student on edge. No one wanted to be that close to the monster. Things got broken at that range. Nevertheless, he grinned cockily at him.
“Can’t you believe in the one percent? After all-“ Izaya paused as his phone buzzed in his pocket. Showing blatant disrespect for Shizuo, he dug it out of his pocket and read the message he had just received.
Don’t go picking fights you can’t win. I would hate to have to find someone new to converse with. If Seiishiro comes after you, mention his alcoholic father and he will leave you alone. - TS
Izaya sneered. Condescending jerk. What irked him more though, was that Tsukumoya was right. At this range, in a confined space, all he could do was run. Shizuo would beat him to a pulp in five seconds flat otherwise. Izaya’s strength was in using the city as his oversized playground, while Shizuo excelled when his opponents had nowhere to hide. And the little bit of information on Seiishiro could come in handy. He didn’t know how reliable it was, but he supposed the only way to find out would be to do as Tsukumoya had said and mention it to him.
As Izaya was contemplating, Shizuo was growing more and more irritated. Izaya looked up to see a fist hurtling at his face, which he quickly ducked. He swerved around Shizuo as he was still following the momentum of his swing, laughing.
“As much as I love having you beat me up, I’m afraid I’ll have to take a raincheck. Maybe in about a hundred years when you finally land a hit~?” He dashed off down the hallway, a furious blonde beast hard on his heels. A cry of “Izaya!” rang throughout the school, and a collective held breath was released by all watching.
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Lots of school stuff going on, sorry for the HUGE delay on this... DX Please don't hate me guys!
Also sorry for the lack of snarky internet men in this chapter.
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And I know I say this every time but GOD I love Izaya being an obnoxious little shit. XD It's just so wonderful.
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