a little dysfunctional

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There’s a note attached. Small, neat handwriting clearly states:

Happy Hooolidays, Shizu-chan~! Don’t let all the sweets kill you before I do, OK?

[erikararara]

When the dust settled and they were out of danger – if only because the men wouldn’t follow into such a populated area – Erika slid off of Shizuo’s back and followed him to where he sat on the bench.

Examining the expression on his face and the slight slur in his voice she frowned, crouching down and sliding her fingers around his head and neck, looking for any signs of injury.

“Shizu-chan!” she frowned, watching him yank a needle from the side of his neck. What it was she couldn’t tell – some kind of poison? But surely those people wouldn’t risk accidentally hitting Erika with something like that; they wanted her dead, but she was certain they’d want to do it in a more… theatrical way.

“What do you feel? How many fingers am I holding up?” she asked, pulling away to study his face – while holding up 0 fingers. Does it hurt? Are you numb? Hnn, Dota-chin has a doctor friend but I don’t know that guy’s number!” she reached for her phone, holding one hand on Shizuo’s forehead while she dialed for Kyohei.

“Don’t fall asleep, Shizu-chan! That’s how they get you! You think you’re just gonna take a nap and then WHAM BAM! You’re totally dead!

“Dota-chin? Dota-chin you need to get the van and come here, Shizu-chan is acting all loopy!”

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  Reaching out, his head tilting to the side, Shizuo grabbed Erika’s free hand gently and just shot her the dirtiest look ever, as if saying ‘fucking GOTCHA!’. “Yer not holdin’ any fingerss up, don’ try to trick me...” Blinking slowly, he brought that hand closer to his face. “Gee, why ’re your handss s’small? They’re like, sso tiny.”

  He didn’t feel bad, to be totally honest. Just -- a little dizzy and kind of funny. His legs ached a little, as if he’d been running. Oh, right -- he did run. Why were they running before, though? “’M not gonna sleep~”, he said, letting go of Erika’s hand and ruffling his hair. “Heyy, ‘m not loopy. Huh. What the FUCK does that even mean, though.”

  That’s when it hit him -- his mind cleared up for a second and Shizuo remembered. “Oh, shit, hey...!”, he reached out again, a little rough, grabbing Erika by the shoulders, his expression pure worry. “Are ya hurt? Did they do somethin’ to ya? I’m gunna kill ‘em. I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em all, okay.”

  Ah, the dizziness again. Shizuo relaxed a little and sighed heavily. “But first I’ll eat somethin’. Ahhh, my arm hurts. Why the fuck is it bleedin’ so much? Nnngh, annoying. Oi, Erika? Yer hands are cute and tiny, did I tell ya that?”

[madeofmelodies]

Delic was wearing one of those amicable, flirtatious expressions as he chatted smoothly with one of the many regulars around. He’d been lucky that the woman had disappeared into the crowd of dancing bodies before his eyes had caught a certain well known blond standing but a few meters away. In that moment, Delic’s expression dropped to one which could had very well been used in the dictionary under ‘appall’.

                         ‘I’ve been wearing this all night.’

The conversation suddenly made sense. But why couldn’t it had been Tsugaru or Tsukishima? Instead, it had to be the loose canon. 

If rumors were correct, Delic was no longer in the atmosphere he was easily accustomed with but in a world of trouble, and how did he react to it? Well, staring rather dramatically at the bodyguard apparently as he attempted to figure out the best possible way of dealing with this little issue.

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  Shizuo, after seeing his fucking clone, proceeded to rub his eyes, look again -- and, yep, the clone still was there, nothing changed -- down his drink and the one belonging to a guy sitting at a table next to him, and stand up.

  Something was definitely not right here. Either he was really fucking drunk, someone roofied him or was just messing with him.

  The surprised expression on his face slowly changing into an annoyed one, the blond walked over to the clone and stopped just half a step from him, staring right into its face. “What the fuck”, he said, their noses almost touching, and poked him on the chest. “Hey, tell me what the fuck is goin’ on, why d’ya have my face, huh?!”

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“Mm, I’d make a pretty easy captive,” Milo commented, eyes never leaving the stranger’s, “Doesn’t really take much to feed me. Bag of chips every couple hours and we’re square. Although,” he continued, “I can pretty much guarantee I wouldn’t come quietly.” He let the double entendre sink in for a moment, took another drag, then scrunched his cigarette beneath his heel.

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 Shizuo finished his cigarette slowly, his expression kind of unreadable but a hint of something dark in those eyes. It wasn’t a scary kind of dark, though. More like promising.

  “Didn’t expect ya too”, the blond smirked a little. “I’d be surprised if ya did, to be honest.” Just how was flirting easy and nice if the other person didn’t fear for their life? “But what if the kidnapper lived nearby and had a whole bottle of whiskey to offer?”

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     “Concerns?” Jack repeated, his eyebrows raised slightly. Ah well, if Shizuo had only dared to be pissed off by his ass… Then what? He asked himself, but honestly, knew no answer. Threatening the other via messages was an option, but once the roommate was present nearby, each time Jack realised how wrong he was as used to regard himself as strong. If he was strong, then Shizuo was the fucking mutant. “Why does my ass concern you?” And why did it sound so… weird.

     Sitting with his legs crossed, same as arms, Jack waited for his drink. Watching Shizuo in the meantime, he observed two interesting facts – first off, one of juices was strawberry one, and if it wasn’t to fawn upon him, then Jack had no idea why the hell his roommate had bought it. After all, he seemed to hate that precious fruit, actually. Also, the other guy pretty skilfully fixed the drink; he’d gladly make a great use of that important ability.

     “Thanks,” a mumble escaped his lips, as though he was still a bit uncertain how to behave beside Shizuo. Not like he’d care about such issues any time before, but… now he didn’t want another quarrel, let’s say. “Don’t worry, the amount of juice is fine. I’d rather say it’s vodka we have too much of.”

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  The surprise and confusion were real on Shizuo’s face. Watching Jack for a second, as if wondering if the other is joking, the blond glanced over at the two other unopened bottles. “Ya mean -- this’s too much?” He scratched his neck.

  Right, he seemed to forget about that small detail every so often -- not everybody could down a bottle of vodka in less than fifteen minutes and still be able to walk straight. Why didn’t he think of that when the fact that Jack would prefer a sweet drink was so obvious?

  “Hmph”, Shizuo poured himself another one and sat on his own bed, just opposite to his roommate. “’S fine, we don’t have to finish all of it.” Then his brows furrowed just a little but there was a hint of amusement to his expression. “Also, it’s you who keeps sendin’ me weird stuff concerning my ass. I just tried to repay the favor, y’know. Don’t want yer ass to feel unappreciated.”

  And with that, he downed the vodka.

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  “I once heard someone callin’ her ‘a ray of sunshine’. I -- I can get why they’d say that.” Shizuo is silent for a longer while, gathering his words. “She just -- she attracts so many clouds and fuckin’ smiles about it. Dunno, man, I can’t talk poetically like that.” Another moment of silence follows. “I just don’t want those clouds to make, uh... the sun stop shining.” He considers himself to be the biggest, darkest, stormiest cloud of them all -- but he’s not saying that out loud. 

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“His hands. Jack seems to really take care of them.” Also, this one time their hands brushed, and Shizuo was stunned to realise just how soft the other’s skin was.

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“Uh -- well, those girls from the other room said we sound like a married couple, so there’s that.” He scratches his neck, clearly confused and thoughtful. “I just -- dunno man, could I ever marry someone who kisses his fuckin’ mirror goodnight?”

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“I want to mess his hair up. No matter what the circumstances are -- I just wanna mess ‘em up real good and see his face.” 

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“Well, one time he was leaning against a wall, bein’ all smug and sarcastic. So I just imagined what would he look like if I fucked him against that wall.” Shizuo shrugs a little. “He’d probably be loud, he talks a lot in general, so I don’t see a reason for him to stop.” Then the blond grins widely. “Oh, that’d mess his hair up for sure!”

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Milo took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke up into the other’s face teasingly, picking up on the expression in the other’s eyes. “Oh? And just what is it that Some People are after?” He bit his lip, craning his neck to make eye contact. This man had to be at least six feet tall, after all.

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  Oh. Oh.

  Shizuo so didn’t expect that kind of a reaction. It wasn’t a bad surprise, though. His face remaining unbothered, the blond let his eyes wander on the stranger’s face for a while, before leaning down just slightly and actually answering.

  “There can be lots of stuff. They might wanna kidnap you, for example. And god knows what they’d do afterwards.”

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A blast of music, torrents of conversations muffled by the blaring beats, and flickering, colorful lights, this was the natural state of the club. The intoxication of the masses–be it by the atmosphere or the alcohol –had long started. So much so that Delic would had played along with the ludicrousness of the crowd. However, this was his coworker speaking.

“The hell are you talking about? I’ve been wearing this all night.” It was a slow moment, one where he didn’t even consider the possibility of one of those other look-alikes being around. 

“You’re gonna get fuckin’ fired for drinking at work, dumbass.” The blond scoffed at his colleague before walking back into the crowd after having caught sight of a small cluster developing. It would had probably been wiser to keep the thought it mind rather than dismissing it as idiocy,

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  It wasn’t his usual place of choice to spend the night at. The whole getting some drinks and loosening up a little thing was Tom’s idea. The problem was -- Tom left half an hour ago and Shizuo was left all alone, a glass of whiskey that had to be his fifteenth one in his hand. 

  Some guy was glaring at him just a while ago and the thought of flipping a table at the fucker crossed his mind but -- whatever, Shizuo was feeling the nice buzz of alcohol in his head and wanted to stay here a little bit more. Music wasn’t that bad, as well.

  Downing his drink, Shizuo stood up from the table to get some more when -- what the actual fuck? It was him -- well, somebody who looked exactly like him, just in different clothes -- walking around the tables. The blond stared at the other blond until their eyes met; his own lips slightly parted in shock.

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“Afraid?” Milo snorted, laying on the bravado. “Hardly. I can take care of myself just fine.” A lie, but then again, all those fighting video games… must be worth something, right? Milo took out his lighter and his own pack of cigarettes, bringing one to the flame and then to his lips. “And besides, Good Samaritan like you, warning lil’ ol’ me about watching my back out here… I doubt you’d hurt me,” he said confidently.

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  Shizuo actually huffed out a laugh -- him, a Good Samaritan? Gee, that was hilarious. And also probably one of a few times a total stranger talked to him in such a casual manner.

  “Well, you can never know”, he shrugged his shoulders lightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “I can act all nice and actually have somethin’ bad in mind. Some people do that.”

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“’Or something’,” Milo repeated dully. That did not sound good. “Oh, well that’s comforting,” he said slightly sarcastically after hearing the stranger rattle something off about just wounding people. Then it dawned on him. 

“…Wait. What are you doing out here alone this late?” He regarded the other, suddenly suspicious. He did seem awfully cavalier about this entire thing.

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  Shizuo tilted his head slightly at that question. It sure did surprise him -- could it be the guy was suspicious of him? Huh, that was actually kind of funny. The blond couldn’t help but smirk a little, a cigarette still near his lips.

  “Just takin’ a walk.” It was the truth, actually. He did go for a walk, but only to the nearest cigarette machine and back to his place. Well, that’s what he was planning to do a few minutes ago, at least. “Why, you afraid I’m gonna do somethin’ to ya?”

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┍Shinra didn’t often roam the city at night, knowing it was no place to be for someone like him, Sure, he could probably defend himself in a fight long enough for someone else to jump in, or talk his way out of getting in trouble; but he hoped now to have to deal with any of that. 

A’s he sat on the park bench, staring up at the stars above, the doctor couldn’t help but feel all the tense in his body relax. It’d been a long day, week at that, and he hadn’t had much of a chance to just sit. This was nice. 

Something large, probably a vending machine by the looks of it, went flying across the wild open area, but Shinra was already looking back for who he knew was the source of it; probably running after Izaya who was no longer in site.┙

                                 “I thin he’s gone, Shizo.” 

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  The familiar voice made him stop in his tracks, his breathing heavy and fists clenched. “Wha -- Oh, Shinra.” 

  He sighed and relaxed his muscles faster than it would take a normal person to do in a moment of rage. The damned flea was gone, then -- that’s what he also thought but it couldn’t hurt to try and throw something, right?

  The blond walked over to the doctor and plopped down on the bench next to him, his lip split from one of Izaya’s daggers, and hair messier than usual. Other than that, he looked like usual. 

  “What’re ya doin’ here at this hour?”, he asked, lighting up a cigarette.

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“ - Sorry, the what?” Milo asked, not liking where this was going at all. He scanned the darkness, as if searching for a sign of attack. Milo wasn’t scared of much; his fears were very realistic. Heights because fuck that, disease because that was something you couldn’t control… and psycho killers with knives. Seemed rather reasonable to him.

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  Shizuo raised his brow at the stranger. Was the guy living under a rock, or what? Every single person in the whole goddamn Ikebukuro talked about the slasher.

  “Huh. There’s this guy -- well, a person -- cuttin’ people up. Or somethin’.” He took another drag of his cigarette, the smoke escaping his lips after a few seconds, face expression as calm as he was chatting about the weather. “Don’t worry too much, though. I heard they don’t kill ‘em, just wound.”

  The fact that the guy didn’t seem to be afraid to talk to him was actually a nice thing. Although it did explain why he didn’t know shit about the city.

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  It was a dangerous neighbourhood, indeed. Also, the slasher incidents that still were a thing. That’s why Shizuo decided to speak up, seeing a kid just wandering around like that. Only when the guy answered and the blond had a closer look at him, it became clear that he wasn’t as young as Shizuo thought.

  “Whatever ya say, then”, he shrugged his shoulders and took a drag from his cigarette, eyes wandering on the stranger. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn ya when the slasher cuts ya up.”

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     What the HELL was that? First off, Jack’d assumed that his roommate would simply ignore his request, m a y b e bringing so called anyfuckingthing. But definitely not a few bottles of goddamn vodka.

     Something was wrong with that guy if his fucked up attitude so easily changed from hostility into overzealousness. Anyway, Jack didn’t mind; after all, he had an impression that staying drunk might help him remain saine while dealing with that CREEPER, and all those bottles seemed like a great stock.

     Or maybe that wouldn’t be that bad.

     Having sat on the bed, Jack decided to try his best to at least once stay with Shizuo on good terms. But in the effect he only muttered, “…yeah, sure.”

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  He eyed the other up and down, before placing the bottles and snacks on his own bed. “Why’s yer ass always so tense, huh? It doesn’t even piss me off, it fuckin’ concerns me.”

  Kicking off his shoes and taking the vest off, Shizuo popped open the first two buttons of his white shirt. Then, he took the vodka bottle -- and some other things, including plastic cups -- out, filled one of the cups with just the alcohol. The other, though, was really taken care of.

  Jack didn’t look like the kind of a guy who drank vodka straight from the bottle and it was risky not to buy some sweet stuff. There was strawberry juice, of course, orange juice and tonic water. Shizuo knew his shit about making drinks. 

 “Here ya go”, he said, handing Jack the cup. “Enjoy it as long as ya can, there’s not enough juice for all of the vodka.” He downed his own cup in one go, not even wincing. 

  Alright, the blond actually planned to -- kind of? -- apologize to Jack about the flying bed incident but -- he was too sober for that at the moment.