Well, Pi-Chan made Shizuo Heiwajima icons. I made them in thought of my friend, @i-detest-violence-dammit. Along with a few Shizaya Icons.

  Feel free to reblog, and like. Edit them to your desire! Just remember who spent two hours cropping and looking through the Relay Manga for Shizuo’s beautiful fu cking face.

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The Blind || Closed Rp

Kyle took the slight movement, the vibration of the soft humming, as consent, eyes closing as he tried to focus, hands and fingers slowly dancing over Shizuo’s skin, feeling the contours, every bump and shape. Carefully he traced around his eyes, down the bridge of his nose and up to his hairline. tentative fingers moved carefully over cheekbones, down over the other’s lips, prompting a soft blush to warm his cheeks. 

“What color… Eyes…” 

Kyle winced slightly at how his voice came, but he was too entranced with the ever growing mental image to care about the pain he was putting himself in. His fingers ghosted up to eyebrows again, softly tracing them, gliding down carefully until lashes tickled his fingers. 

He had never felt a smile this wide curl his lips. His cheeks were almost cramping, but he couldn’t calm it down. He was just so impossibly happy right now. 

     Shizuo’s breath hitched as Kyle’s cool fingers danced over his skin, seeming to map out every feature of his face. Lips parted when those same fingers brushed across his mouth and he resisted the urge to kiss Kyle’s fingertips... He didn’t want to scare the other. Not after what had occurred just a few minutes prior...

     As Kyle croaked out a question Shizuo blinked several times--his eyes? What color were his eyes? They fluttered shut as the smaller male touched his lashes and he frowned as he came up with an answer.

     “Ah... I suppose... Kind of... Gold-ish,” the blond replied as he opened his eyes just enough to see the smile tugging at Kyle’s lips. It completely transformed the male’s face and Shizuo was taken aback by how beautiful he looked... His expression had always been so carefully blank, so to see such a smile on Kyle’s face left Shizuo breathless. His own hands itched to touch the other--to feel that smile, as well as see it... But he forced himself to remain still, fingers fisting into the fabric of his pants. “I like seeing you smile,” he managed to say after catching his breath.

Damn right you wish you had a cat like me. Kuro purred as Shizuo scratched his ears and pet his back. The fatigue was finally getting to him, and he was grateful that he’d gotten picked up. He’d settled down on the bed, careful to mind his injured leg. Then his eyes began to close. His eyes were wide open again, however, as he saw that blonde was stripping. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off Shizuo’s tall and lean form. There was a bit of muscle here and there as well. Kuro noted that while he didn’t have much of a butt either, it still complemented his form anyway. Then his eyes trailed south and he started feeling a bit guilty. Just a tad. Not bad. Not bad at all.

As he showered, Kuro kind of wished he could have joined him. He yawned, and his eyes were closing as the other emerged from the shower. What a nice thing to see before I sleep. he thought. He barely heard Shizuo’s words before he drifted off to sleep.

     Stifling a yawn, Shizuo carefully slid under the blankets and switched off the bedroom lamp. After plugging in his cell phone and ensuring his alarm was turned off since he didn’t have work the following day, the blond found himself smiling contently. Yeah, it really would be nice to have a cat like this, Shizuo thought as he slipped into unconsciousness, his fingers pressed into the feline’s dark fur.

     Sometime in the middle of the night, Shizuo awoke feeling thirsty. He shoved himself out of bed and wandered into the kitchen, bumping into corners as he did. Pulling out a carton of milk, the blond drank right from the carton and, after several large gulps, felt satisfied once more. Bleary-eyed, the bodyguard made his way back to his dark bedroom, trying not to trip over anything as he did so. It was too dark for him to notice the human-sized figure curled up on the bed, and when Shizuo slipped back beneath the covers and heard breathing beside him, the blond thought nothing of it. He slipped back into sleep, oblivious to the person who seemed to have come into bed with him.

Disney Marathon || Lydia & Shizuo

Her lip fell and she turned in awe to meet his gaze. She let her eyes linger, lost in his deep golden ones. She could feel herself lean forward, wanting to be closer to him. And in his soft expression she found nothing but hope and joy for herself. She wasn’t a monster. He didn’t hate her. And he wanted to know more about her.

A blush colored her cheeks and backed away unconsciously. Still, though, her eyes remained glued to his. It seemed his sudden change only made him more alluring. And though she should be focusing on his words, her eyes then flicked to his lips where the words were coming from, she couldn’t help being diverted. Because her mind was screaming as though there were church bells in her head announcing the fortune of a country that she didn’t have to lose him. For once she could have a friend.

She wouldn’t have to be alone.

Slowly, she nodded her head. “I c-can try.” on impulse one hand flew to the other elbow. “But, I, well, it’s a bit of an emotional story. I can’t…” she took a deep breath. “I might not be able to hold it in after a while…so to speak.” she honestly wasn’t sure if she was ready to tell anyone. And she knew if she did, regardless of her readiness, she was going to cry. She’d never been that weapon front of anyone before and it scared her. “So, are you ready?”

     Shizuo instinctively stepped after her when Lydia seemed to back away, concern beginning to enter his expression. When she asked if he was ready to hear her story, the blond nodded.

     He slowly stepped back and settled down onto the couch, though as he glanced back up at Lydia, Shizuo took notice of just how uncomfortable she looked. Frowning, the bodyguard gently patted the seat next to him.

     “I want to hear it, but would ya sit next to me?” He asked, head tilting slightly to the side. This way, perhaps, he might feel more capable of comforting Lydia should her emotional story be too much.

Pet “Sitting” || Izaya & Shizuo

“My shit? I’m not the one going around stealing puppies from helpless informational brokers! You give Shichan back!” He pouted. The knife was only pressed further into Shizuo’s skin, and Izaya was obviously quite upset. But, when Shizuo turned around??? When Shizuo turned around??? He was practically asking to be brutally slaughtered.

Izaya grabbed his wrist, panic in his eyes. If Shizuo Heiwajima had his dog, then he’d never get it back!! And his dog was— Well… A dog! Shichan would love Shizuo 10,000,000 times more than she ever loved Izaya after just a month of living with him, and she’d forget all about Izaya, and… Just the thought of it made Izaya sad and pissed and VERY, VERY DETERMINED TO GET HIS PUPPY BACK! He slashed Shizuo’s arm again and again, just trying to make him let go of the puppy or something!!!

“Let go of her, she’s mine!!! I have certificates, I bought her with my own money! I’ll show them to you, I can prove it!”

     Shizuo felt every muscle in his body grow rigid when he felt that icy grip on his wrist, and he glanced back over his shoulder with a look of pure hatred in his eyes. The flea’s grip sent a shiver throughout his whole body, though that only succeeded in infuriating him more, and he gritted his teeth as he hissed.

     “What the hell do ya--” Words were cut-off and the anger in his golden hues flickered as a mixture of shock and confusion suddenly threatened to eliminate his fury altogether. This puppy was his? Fuck no--! There was no way in hell Orihara had a dog... Especially one as cute as this one.

     Yanking his wrist out of the flea’s grip, Shizuo took several steps backward, eyes narrowing as he glared at the other, his grip on the fluffy puppy not loosening one bit.

     “You bought a dog? What would ever push ya to--” Stopping himself from speaking anymore, the bodyguard clenched his jaw and looked away. His nostrils were burning with the scent of shit, and some part of Shizuo knew that the flea was speaking the truth... But just because he had bought the dog didn’t mean he deserved it, right? Glancing down at the fluff-ball tucked under his arm, Shizuo frowned. “Oi now, inu-chan... Do ya really like living with this bastard?”

There was some sense of happiness that went through the incubus mind as the man excepted the gift. A co worker of his mentioned the stranger’s birthday the other day, telling them that he rarely receives gifts on such a special day.  He couldn’t help but buy him something even if it was small.. It was odd that he had the urge to just to do something kind towards another person, but it made him feel good when he did it. 

“Raoul.” He softly replied.  

“I hope this didn’t make you too uncomfortable. I know we just met..” 

     The corner of Shizuo’s mouth turned up in a half-smile and he shrugged, golden hues flickering past the dark-haired male.

     “I’ve been in a lot worse situations than this... Raoul-kun.” There was a moment of hesitation before Shizuo said the other’s name--it was simply such an unusual name for the bodyguard to hear. Was this man a foreigner...? “It’s good to know ya. My name’s Heiwajima Shizuo. Also, uh--how’d ya know it was my birthday?”

Izaya Orihara is grinning. Grinning because his favorite monster is joining him for lunch. Russia Sushi, being his all time favorite for its delicious fatty tuna and private sections in the back– which is where Izaya is. Seated with the Automatic Fighting Doll, Shizuo Heiwajima.

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     If someone asked Shizuo how he found himself in his current situation, the blond wasn’t honestly sure he’d be able to answer. Just how had he ended up here, sitting in one of the private booths with none other that Orihara Izaya? Golden hues that had once looked on the other with hatred and distaste now flickered over the slender raven with soft fondness.

A Rough Day || Israel & Shizuo

   As Shizuo lunged off to prowl about his kitchen, Israel watched after him with a glint in his eyes that … was almost like an adult watching a toddler doing silly things. It was that sort of raw happiness where one couldn’t fight against letting it fill their chest.

   As long as he could make Shizuo happy in the now, that’s all that mattered to him. Besides, when the blond had looked up at him with that lazy grin… beckoning the question that he would stay, seeking for reassurance.. he had definitely reminded Israel of some little puppy. Israel had a gnawing feeling that he would see more of this puppy-like attitude from Shizuo throughout the night. 

   Taking a few soft steps towards the small living room table he began to pick up a few empty cans of beer. With this, he went into the kitchen, moved swiftly around Shizuo and pulled out a bag from under the counter. Sliding each empty can in, he took himself and the bag back into the living room and placed the rest of the empty cans there - now it seemed that Shizuo just had this brandy.. a one or two cans left of beer. Was he going to go out and get more when he finished these - since he surely would soon? Israel hoped not. It might not be a great adventure for Ikebukuro’s strongest to be stumbling around the streets late at night and obviously not having a tight grasp on his mind. 

   All Israel knew was that Shizuo was going to be seriously hung over the next morning. Unless Shizuo was the kind of person that never got hung over… maybe he had a great memory after the events were done. Maybe he wouldn’t even remember that Israel came over. 

   Popping his head into the kitchen, he had the moment to see Shizuo on his tip-toes - even though he was tall enough to reach the top shelf comfortably - and pulling out another cup of ramen and slamming it heartily down like a shot glass. For a moment Israel feared that the cup would explode and chunks of dried veggies and ramen noodles would go flying.. but thankfully nothing happened. “Do you have any plans tomorrow, Shizuo?” Israel asked, out of curiosity. If he did.. maybe it would be best he try to call a few people ahead of time for Shizuo and state he wasn’t going to be doing anything. “I see you found the ramen cups. Let me help you” he said, taking a few steps into the kitchen. Israel wasn’t conjuring up pretty images of a drunk Shizuo attempting to handle boiling water. 

   “Do you put it in a pot or do you use a kettle?” 

     A sloppy grin pulled at Shizuo’s lips when Israel entered the kitchen to try and help him cook. If the blond could remember correctly, the raven was much better at handling food than Shizuo ever could be... However, he’d made ramen plenty of times in his adult life and surly wouldn’t mess up such a simple task...

     No sooner had Shizuo thought those words when his numb fingers suddenly proved to be too useless. The ramen cup in his hands slid from his grasp and hit the floor, rolling several feet before coming to a stop.

Freak Team || Closed RP

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        – - “’Kasuka’? I’m afraid I don’t know anyone by that name.”

    Perhaps a relative, judging by the tone of concern in Shizuo’s voice. Ah, but that wasn’t why he came, and so he simply shook his head to that. “I’m not here on behalf of anyone but myself and SCEPTER4. I merely came to investigate the rumours of someone with incredible strength, nothing more.” Well, and perhaps to take some of his information, but there was no need to say such a thing, so Munakata chose to omit it. Regardless, he wasn’t expecting Shizuo to have any idea of what SCEPTER4 was, either, so he simply tilted his head, silently gesturing to the crowd around them.

    “Might I have a few moments of your time?” Somewhere private, he meant, hence the gesture. Shizuo’s display of power had certainly drawn some attention, and understandably so; it had been quite remarkable. Munakata might have wondered if he were a King, were he not so far from the Slate. 

    “I assure you I am certainly not seeking a fight, in case you have any such concerns.”

     Shizuo visibly relaxed once the raven assured he wasn’t bringing bad news in regards to Kasuka, and the anger in his expression was replaced with confusion as he listened to the other speak, a small frown tugging at his lips.

     “Look, I dunno what any of that is--SCEPTER8 or whatever ya said... But if you want to--” Words were cut off and any annoyance in Shizuo’s face slipped away when the other mentioned not wanting a fight. It was no fault of the blond’s that he might immediately assume this guy was looking for something along the lines of a show of violence... He had mentioned looking for someone with a lot of strength and Shizuo had also taken notice of what appeared to be a sheathed sword at the man’s side. Quick to trust, however, the bodyguard decided that if the man said he didn’t want a fight, so be it. Glancing over his shoulder at the unconscious punks, Shizuo determined they weren’t worth his time anymore.

     “Well then... Guess I can chat with ya for a few minutes,” the blond remarked as he turned back to the oddly dressed male, a small spark of curiosity now flickering in his eyes.

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Masaomi waved franctically.

― Good morning Shizuo-san! Eeeehh I didn’t expect you to have a mango milkshake - such a bold flavor..! Is it the influence of your budding lovey-dovey romance with Vorona-san ~ ? Man, both of you are lucky. She’s beautiful and you’re… well except your reputation of costing so much to the government to repair the streets, your chiseled jaw made some girls almost unconscious on the street… or maybe it was the vending machine flewing a few centimeters near their head - hard to tell.”

     Shizuo stared at the shorter male for a few long moments, his expression blank... Though one could easily imagine the gears attempts to turn in his head as he tried to keep up with Masaomi’s fast-paced speech.

     “Vorona? I dunno what you’re...” The bodyguard’s voice trailed off and golden hues narrowed as he finally pieced Kida’s words together. “Oi now, what are ya going on about, huh? She and I aren’t--” Shizuo’s cheeks suddenly colored and he glanced away from Masaomi, a frown tugging at his lips.

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“My name is Minako Hamuko! Well full name is Minako Hamuko Arisato!” She greeted herself with a bright smile. “Hey! Like I said I heard it from a bird~” She winks. “Its a pleasure to meet you!”

     Her smile certainly was contagious and the bodyguard found it hard not to grin in return.

     “Ah, well, uh... It’s good to know ya, too, Hamuko-san. Though I dunno how a bird would have managed to tell ya about my birthday...”

“Heeey, I’m back. Who missed me? Anyone? No? That’s fair.”

     “I thought you fuckin’ died--! Where the hell have ya been, huh?!”