DRRR- Fanfiction Practice

Izaya laughed happily, swipeing the blue tinted glasses off of the unconscious bartender, Shizuo. He spun around once, playfully strikeing a pose as if he was flexing his muscles, mocking the blond's brutal strength. A smile stretched across his face, " You know Shizu-chan~? " He looked back at the out cold body, as if it was listening, " You're intresting, you're not like the other humans, you're a beast, a monster, but sadly~ " He sighed in disapointment, takeing off the tinted shades, " You only show anger, and rage, its boreing. " He tossed the glasses at Shizuo, letting the pair hit the man's chest with a quiet thud. The debt collector quickly regained consciousness, sligtly opening up his eyes welcomed by the blurred sky scrapers around him, he let out a groan. Shizuo's eyes focused as he slowly got on his feet, letting his sight focus. As it did so, he could see the informant walking away, " Bye Shizzy-Chan~ Its was nice playing with you. " He chimmed, his hands in his pockets.

" Damn you, Flea. " The bartender groaned, holding the throbbing side of his head from the misfortunate blow he'd recieved to the head not to long ago. He wasn't about to be pysically beat down to the ground by someone as insignificant as the flea, he pulled the nearest sign out of the ground growling, running after the smug-smiled man. " DAAAMMMN YOU IZZZZZAAAAAYYYYYAAAA." He roared, whipping the edge of the sign at the bruenette, only for him to dodge every hit but the last. Izaya fell to the cement, his smiled faded, feeling the face with his hand, the newly born cut seaping blood from it. The debt collector continued to smash the metal sign against the poor man.

Shizuo stopped hitting him breathing heavily from the rageing he'd done. Izaya layed there motionless on the pavement, still conscious, he panned his eyes over to the angered blond, in to much pain right now to move his body, he said,

" You truely arn't a loveable human, you're a monster, thats all you'll ever b- " He was cut off by another harsh smack to the face by the stop sign.

" Go to hell, Flea, I hate you. "

A bloodly smile stretched across Izaya's face before he pulled himself together, getting up. " I love you to. "

Those words stung the blond, he snarled, watching the imformant walking off into the crowd away from his terrortory.