[静临] Wild Fighters
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原谅我，其实我是个文盲【。
Wild Fighters
cp：静临
by：萧月
"Shizu-chan, haven't I told you that I've been yearning for slitting your throat and sink your dead body deep into the sea with a stone - that'll be even nicer if there's carnivorous fishes exists."
"Yearning is different from realizing. I've been yearning for wring your neck all through these years knowing you but I'm still struggling in trying. "
Heiwajima Shizuo dashes down a desolate highway in his sliver car. In his trunk lies several gasoline cans, which ensures those mileages being totally covered from here to the nearest gas station. Orihara Izaya sitting sideways next to Shizuo with his head reaches out from the window. Very pointed chin, flowing lines of the shape of shoulders and clavicle, as well as those nipples indistinctly hidden in his black T-shirt - too sexy, too erotic, just like a quiet porn film showing in Shizuo's eyes that he can't remove his mind from imagining how beautiful would that sound be if he broke Izaya's ribs by his fist.
Five hundreds ahead there would be a sudded turn, and a wall stands on the right side reported by car navigation system - this little thing's so bloody useful, as he doesn't want to speak a word to remind Izaya sit back straight in his seat. He tried to imagine the scene of Izaya's head cracking on that wall by this high speed, like a smashed tomato bursting out red juice. Even luckier, the head might be cut off and fall apart, and the only bad result would be the rewash of this car. He hates blood and brains, hates violence and hates Orihara Izaya, but it seems that he'd completely forgot that stupid flea he just cursed had just left a piece of white sperm mark on the backseat a couple of hours ago.
To his disappointment, Orihara Izaya took his head back exactly right before he hits the wall. What a pity, Shizuo plainted quietly. It's early autumn. The cold wind blows on Izaya's face. He seems tired these days, with a pale face and wasted shape. He bends over, rubs his cheek on Shizuo's hand gently like they are having a romance affair. The hand Shizuo puts on MT is quite warm, especially different from Izaya's cold cheek, just as that abnormal relationship between those two; filled with sex, violence, and - either he or he, must admit, there's a little bit dependence and attract, just as a graviation between two planets which made them couldn't be seperated or get a step closer.
They've been wasted their time on driving for almost two days. The driving routine is a remote way chosen on purpose in case to be catched up by those gangsters hunting for them. Truly it's a surprise to see there's another car racing besides them after Izaya checked by his mobile phone to make sure they don't belong to the ones chasing them.
It is a conspicuous car coloured by bright red. The driver is a young boy with hair dyed by blue. Demon tattoos keeping place on his both arms, and there's big knife handled by another boy sitting in the backseat. They had already been forced to stop the car and when Shizuo and Izaya realized this and get out from it.
"I'm willing to provide my help my dear," Izaya says with a sham friendly face, "See, we are only ordinary travalers."
"Yes, and our work is hunting for ordinary travelers. "
So far the communication goes on, more cars stopped surrounded by them in the center. Thirty people, or more. It would be a lot easier dealing with jerks of this kind in city areas - the rate for escaping successfully dropped to the bottom in such open wild field.
“Listen, I must know what do you want before we come to the bad endings,”Izaya kept that satire face, "Maybe we can deal with it peacefully, shouldn't we?"
Their location is right in the middle of two cities. Police won't come within 4 hours due to bad traffic and that long distance, so there must be a fight. Izaya looks to Shizuo, but what he receives was only a face with scorn. He suddenly realized that there is no handy things could be used by Shizuo in this fight except himself, but he has no time to think it over totally. The leader of that band of boys punched towards which made them forced to concentrate dealing with this big problem ahead. Blood, clashes, and shouts all over covered this area.
Shizuo had been fighting with a guy with exaggerate tattoo when he felt his clothes had been slit on the back. He turns around and saw Izaya waving his knife as he supposed.
"Damn you shit. " He replies Izaya's behavior by a hard kick, and received a cut on right hand - exact the place where Izaya had just rubbed by his cold pale face few minutes ago.
"You've got in my way! " Shouted from Izaya.
All robbers had been shortly astonished by that strange behavior of their victims. Who would fight with his partner during another serious big fight? But they really did. That was them, that was their way struggling to survive. Addiction of hurting each other was the special attraction connecting their life together in a different way while nobody's capable for sharing this insanity except themselves.
Still that desolate field with faint two people. All those robbers had ran away with badly hurted bodies. It seems that they won, but the broken tyre and the empty trunk tells them that they can't move one step forward since this moment.
That white sperm mark's still there on the backseat. That bloody odour just left over stimulating their nerves and gestating another special desire - about themselves. What should they do next? Neither of them would care about this, at least they won't think about it right now.
Both outside and inside that sliver car is a mess. The sky's getting darker, ready for a heavy rain.
——Fin——
