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     Well I haven’t been here in awhile holy hell.

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tru 90s kids

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NOPPO@ジャンルビッチ

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*listens to gorillaz and draws izaya orihara in unlikely situations*

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Guess who's back.

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          -- [ 神 ] "Oh, please go perish."

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     Ah, that horrible expression was the one he was searching for.      It still wasn't enough though. He needed a priceless expression.       So the sick grin formed, eyes watching the movement of the beast      in front of him on point. Finally the informant spoke in a teasing tone.

         — [ 神 ] "Oh? Me? What did I do, Shizu-chan~"

     Brown orbs pierced like a knife, and they all read "danger". Izaya      had every intention to hurt this man today, to twist his little head      and make him think. Oh, for his own fun of course. 

Suspicious. The flea never came here solely to mess with him. There were always other reasons. Messing with high schooler’s heads, or bartering with the yakuza. Normally it was Shizuo that stumbled across the idiot, not the other way around. So there was definitely something else going on.

But did Shizuo care about that right now? Not particularly. His eyes had locked onto that ugly furry parka and no matter which direction it moved, he followed after.

Only one thing was on his mind: Kill, kill, kill beating in time with the pulse crashing in his head.

He recognized the glint of the knives as soon as they left Izaya’s coat pocket, but his body was slower to respond. Leaning his head out of the way of the first blade, he was unable to dodge the second. He felt a light pinch and looked down to find the knife sticking out of his chest like a cheap movie prop.

“…You…”

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✗ (get your shrug on Izaya)

      — [ 神 ] “Me? I'm the monster? Well please, Shizu-chan.                      You might have to look in the mirror next time                       to see who the monster really is!"

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      — [ 神 ] “Run away? Oh no Shizuo, I have much more better                       plans than that! How about we play instead, I'm                       feeling really bored."

         Twirling and dodging throughout the many thrown objects, the agile man          knew how his enemy fought. There was no rhythm to it, just destruction.           Destruction was easy to fight if you knew how to dodge it. Izaya knew the man          like the back of his hand though...and this struck up his advantage levels quite the          bit.

         So sharp knives reflected sunlight as they were flicked by the nimble wrist          of the informant, heading for the chest and head of the brute, all intentions to          hit and most possibly, scar him. 

The mailbox hit a tree and snapped it in half, splinters and leaves exploding like fireworks. It didn’t stop until it had bounced off the road, narrowly missing a car, and into the clothing boutique across the street.

If Izaya wanted a show, then Shizuo would be glad to give it to him. Preferably in the form of his fists against the bastard’s face.

He grabbed a couple of potted plants off the ground and lobbed them at Izaya’s head in rapid succession. Anything within reach was fair game to be thrown.

"Not gonna run away today, flea? You finally gonna own up to all the shit you’ve done? Even if you apologize, I ain’t gonna forgive you!"

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     Feet moving quickly, the lanky man twirled out of the way,      slipping out his knife from the coat pocket and flicking it      at the other man. Taking a step back, he awaited for the next move. 

      — [ 神 ] "Come, shizu-chan, show me that...                        ...monstrous strength~"

The mailbox tore free without much resistance, although the metal made one final, grating croon before the concrete it was attached to broke into a hundred tiny pieces. Shizuo threw it at Izaya, heedless of the terrified screams coming from the unfortunate spectators.

"I ain’t dying until I kill you first, so hold still, ah?! I-za-ya-kun!”

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ichibantsuyoi:

Resorting to childish insults? The flea really needed to look in a mirror sometime. Assuming of course he even had a reflection, that is. It would explain why he was so pale and why nobody invited him to hotpot parties.

Fleas and vampires had a lot in common, actually. For example, if Shizuo trapped them between his fingers, he could crush them flat.

"Hah? You finally plannin’ on dying, flea? That’s why you came here, right? ‘Cause you wanted me to smash your fuckin’ skull in?!"

     — [ 神 ] "Silly brute. The only one dying,                      well, that should be you!"

    Snickering at the tall man who was easily ticked by the mere presence      of the informant, Orihara had shoved his hands into his pockets, starring      up at him with a relaxed expression. This mutt was just itching to get a knife     in his gut. 

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Playlists + Edits - Orihara Izaya (2/5)

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Izaya Orihara | Everyone lies, everyone hides things

M A K E M E C H O O S E

Izaya Orihara or Kida Masaomi requested by kyouyah

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DRログ

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     -- [ 神 ] "You honestly thought I even cared?                     I couldn't have a slight amount of pity                     for some disgusting rat like yourself."