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“I’d really love to stay and play with you more, but I can’t. So sorry, Shizu-chan! Люблю тебя!”
Shizuo lets out a growl and before he even really thinks about it, his hands are crumpling around the familiar weight of a conveniently placed vending machine, hurling the innocent object at the retreating figure of none other than Orihara Izaya himself. But the damned informant is just too fast a moving target and though the vending machine made perfect line towards Izaya, it missed its mark as the flea made a graceful leap to the right before disappearing completely from Shizuo’s line of sight.
He can feel his blood boiling in his veins and swears all he can see is red, and he almost doesn’t snap out of his murderous daze even as a hand is waving in front of his face. It takes him a few seconds that feel like hours really, to calm down and instantly his hands reach for his pocket for a smoke.
“Ah, he really gets you mad, huh,” Tom speaks as he simultaneously lets out a sigh of relief. “Honestly, it’s like you’re a bomb and he’s a fire.”
“Tch,” Shizuo replies, tossing his now broken cigarette onto the ground before pulling out another one that’s slightly bent but it’s better than nothing. “I’ll kill him, I really will,” he mumbles out, and he barely notices as Vorona joins their duo.
“It was the flea, affirmative? Negative?” She asks as she joined them, her gaze darting from Tom’s face to Shizuo’s. When Shizuo nods his head she makes a mental reminder that the face of Orihara Izaya equates to Pest. “If it is in Shizuo-senpai’s will, I may deal the fatal strike; discovery of evidence is nil.”
Tom let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing at his face almost tiredly while Shizuo contemplated his kohai’s statement.
“Ah, you don’t need to do that for me,” he replies, the anger that was built up in him slowly dissipating as he understood what she was trying to convey. “You don’t have to get yourself involved with scum like him. It would be best if you just avoided him; I’ll take care of it” he replies in a way that sounded very reassuring, considering that he was talking about murdering someone.
Vorona gave one firm nod, though she still thought that she would execute her plan if the situation called for it. “Confirmatory,” she replied quietly.
The trio of debt collectors continued with their work after Shizuo had finished off his cigarette, but the blond was still upset over the fact that he had seen Izaya, and because of the fact that the air still stank of lies and fleas. He grit his teeth in annoyance, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he tried to ignore the aggravating man trying to wheedle his way out of paying them.
“What the fuck does that even mean?” he muttered quietly, mostly to himself but his muttering didn’t go unnoticed by Vorona.
As Tom tried to work his magic with words, Vorona turned her attention to Shizuo in mild curiosity. “Fuck has many meanings: noun, verb, manifestation. Most commonly used when speaking of coital circumstances and as an expression of aggression and or frustration,” she explained as best as she could. “I have perhaps misinterpreted your understanding of the word.”
“Ah, no that’s not what I meant,” Shizuo said with slightly wide eyes at the very straightforward meaning of fuck. He gave a glare at the man in front of Tom, who was still trying his very best to give Tom his potted cactus as a means of payment.
“What did senpai mean?” Vorona asked once more, looking up at the blond with childlike curiosity on her face.
“Loobleeoo tebyah,” he struggled to say as his brows knitted together in confused frustration. Ever since their high school days Izaya would shout those words to him; he had always assumed that it was some sort of insult and also a form of Izaya bragging off at the fact that he could speak more languages than Japanese. What an asshole.
Vorona gave him an incredulous look as she spoke, uncertain as to why Shizuo would say something rather intimate out of the blue. "I was negligent in regards to Shizuo-senpai's cognizance in Russian vocabulary. I am impressed, yes."
This time, it was Shizuo who gave her a curious look. “Ah? Russian?”
“Da, is Russian,” she replied with another nod. “You are speaking words of my native tongue, however you know not what it means?”
Shizuo gave her a hesitant nod, even as he calmly picked up the man in front of Tom by the collar of his shirt. “The flea keeps saying it, probably just to piss me off,” he explained, completely ignoring the now sobbing man as he begged to be spared.
“люблю тебя,” Vorona repeated in a much nicer sounding accent. “Basically I love you,” she informed the older blond.
Tom paused, tilting his head to the side as a twinge of happiness ran through him. He suspected that Vorona liked Shizuo, but he never knew that she would confess to him so quickly. With an amiable grin, he turns his attention back to the man in debt and tries to talk him into paying them back but he can’t wipe the smile of his face. It honestly makes him look more threatening than he intends to be.
Shizuo on the other hand blushed as soon as he heard those words. He’s never had someone confess to him so casually and straightforward, and he was too at a loss to reply to her confession.
Vorona raised her eyebrows in confusion at both of her companion’s reactions, and decided to repeat what she had just said for clarification. “Shizuo-senpai, люблю тебя means I love you.”
“Oh, of course,” Shizuo replied like it was obvious and he let go of the man who nearly peed himself. “Loobleeoo tebyah,” he repeats. “It means I love you, of course.”
“Wait, what.”