IzayaOrihara-san

Chapter Three        Making twists and turns through the streets of Ikebukuro, Orihara Izaya smirked at the savage blonde before him, the town's beast who uses anything he can get his hands on as a weapon. And by anything, it really is anything and everything. In Shizuo's grasp was a stop sign rooted from the concrete sidewalk. It was bent in several ways, and the shiny silver of the metal pole and red color of the sign was stained with dirt as he swung it like a baseball bat in an essay to whip the exasperatingly cocky teen a mile away. "IIIIIIZZZZAAAAAYYAAAAA!!" Shizuo's voice boomed, only to make the galling boy snicker with a smirk. "YOU

Chapter Two        It was the second day of school for Shizuo, Shinra, and Kadota Kyohei, a friend from primary school. He was slightly tanned with smooth, dark brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. His school attire wasn't like most students, similar to Izaya's; a black jacket closed up with dirty gold buttons, a white buttoned shirt, black pants, and dark brown shoes. Kyohei's appearance wasn't out-of-the-ordinary, but he was one of the several students who stuck out, along with Shizuo and Izaya.        "Hmm..." the small brunet murmured, staring down the streets as he walked beside his two friends.        "What's the matter?" Kyohei as

Chapter One        As the filthy dirt and dust cleared from the air, bodies of delinquent gangsters lied scattered across Raijin's soccer field. Their pathetic, hopeless attempts to overpower a single individual failed, thus leaving their bloody, beaten-senseless bodies sprawled at his feet, just what naïve assholes deserve. With a good thrashing such as this, they should learn a lesson or two. A certain one would've been knocked into anyone's head by now - don't mess with Heiwajima Shizuo!        The once neat soccer field was now a complete catastrophe; the ground was practically ripped out in multiple places, and the chain fence sur