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» god-of-revenge started following you

“—The hell?”

monsterofbukuro started following you.

thetinyorihara:

“So do you think you can introduce me to Yuuhei?”

“Not if he doesn’t want me to.”

[ Oh oh. Yellow Fever is on. -aready dead from the intro- ]

monsterofbukuro started following you.

thetinyorihara:

“Then what should we talk about?”

“—I don’t know?”

orihara-kun:

Izaya was about to send his fist back against the blondes head but was halted, scarlet hues slitted into a glare and pulled at his wrist to try and make him let go. “Let go brute! Let go of me, don’t touch me!” the broker snarled, this wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t Shizuo just go with Izaya’s plan? Why did it always end with so much pain?
Squeezing his palm around the stone as his other hand shot down and enclosed around the ex bartenders neck, but even Izaya knew that he couldn’t strangle Shizuo he probably looked stupid but he had had enough.

His bones were cracking. He could feel it. His wrist was about to brake but it was a fading thought as the brunette panted and fought off the fainting feeling that was starting to overcome him, “..enough…let go,” it was pathetic really, his voice. But he had one last option, taking the rock with his other hand and holding it in a firm grip before driving it into the bullet wound on Shizuo’s shoulder, twisting it and shoving it deeper. It was like a stress relief, his left hand was soon coated in the brutes blood and that was all he could take and just stopped moving. He was exhausted and would in no doubt get thrown into the deep darkness that was the dead end alley; with his body laying on top of the brutes he finally gave in and passed out.

The tall blond currently stuck on the ground with the slender man on top of him didn’t even bother reacting when he felt the small hand move around his neck. He knew the man wouldn’t be able to strangle him no matter how much he tried. Because of that small action, he couldn’t help but smirk ever so slightly, the corners of his lips pulling back and his blond brows furrowing ever so slightly.

It was the next part that surprised him.

It was unexpected and he really didn’t see it coming for one single second.

The second he felt the rock slam into the opened and still bleeding wound in his shoulder, he let out a loud and deep groan and quickly threw his head back, his eyes shutting tight. It was obvious  that he was in pain just from such an action. And the twisting and turning with the rock inside his shoulder didn’t make it any better what so ever.

It only made it a hell a lot worse than before — blood coating the informant’s hand and the rock stuck inside his shoulder.

Before he knew it, the smaller man had passed out in top of him while he was still squirming around, groaning and trying to get the rock out of his shoulder so it would at least hurt a little less. The man passed out on top of him didn’t make it any easier to calm down.

Finally, he let go of the thin arm he had been taking a grip around, only to reach over to grab the rock. And without hesitating, he ripped it out with a loud groan and threw it to the side. Panting slightly, he leaned back and closed his eyes for a few moments.

Then he remembered who was lying on top of him, passed out and making him unable to move or get him out of the way.

     ”Oh come on, flea…”

His voice was lowered to a mumble and the hand he could actually move was quickly placed on the raven’s shoulder in attempt of pushing him away.

(Source: monsterofbukuro)

monsterofbukuro started following you.

thetinyorihara:

“It’s hard not to… I don’t know how you do it Shizu-san! He’s so cool and he’s so cute!”

“Yeah well… Doesn’t mean you have to talk about him all the god damn time.”

monsterofbukuro started following you.

thetinyorihara:

“Well… it wouldn’t hurt? Your brother is so awesome!”

“Yeah— doesn’t mean you have to talk about him constantly.”