Strongest Man in Ikebukuro

strong-bartender started following you

love-gene:

Whoa— Another intimidating looking guy. Well at least he didnt seem as scary as the other one. But the oddest thing about him was probably the fact that he was dressed like a bartender. Was that his profession? He certainly looked the part. Well maybe he’d be of some help. Perhaps he lived here?

“Um, excuse me, sir?”

“Could you… possibly tell me where I am?”

Now this was a surprise, this kid looked about the youngest of them all. He stared down into his red beaming eyes. His shades glistened in the light of the steaming sun above of them. 

"Even a harmless kid like you has been taken into this World? What kind of sick person runs this?"

The Blonde sighed, he reached into his pocket for a Cigarette and a lighter which luckily were there. Backups of course. 

"When I find this so called Ring Leader of this City I’ll be sure to break all their ribs for even considering messing with me.”

(via love-gene-deactivated20120417)

(To all my new followers)

egderptheegbert:

strong-bartender:

“Oi,” Shizuo sighed while attempting to figure out who the hell these people were. Some familiar faces strolled on by, specifically one flea, and the others are just blatant Strangers. 

Aggravated, the furious Blonde threw his cigarette onto the ground, stomping it. “Someone better have a really good reason why the hell I’m here and not in Ikebukuro, or something is going to break.” 

[ You stare at the tall blonde guy, and you’re actually kinda worried that he’s going to kill someone. But he’s strong looking and he has that persona that you sort of always visioned all your famous celebrity crushes heroes to have. He kinda reminds you of a certain start that was in few of the best movies ever, include Con Air and Kick-Ass. You feel like you wet your pants a little, before you decide to man up to this blonde ]

i think everyone here has a good reason to be here sir er-

mister

but we don’t know yet

[ You shrug and try to stay out of arms reach, in case he tries to throw you or break you in half - because something about the way this man holds himself just gives you that feeling, kinda ]

"A good reason? 

A good reason is me being in Ikebukuro protecting it from swarms of Fleas,” 

His smile grew, but not because of he was happy. He was filled with rage of not being present Ikebukuro. Who knew what shenanigans would befall his City.

He walked up to the boy grabbing him by his collar him flashing a sinister smirk at him before lifting him up to eye level. 

"Say kid, 

Why do you think I’m here?”

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(To all my new followers)

headstrong-lucifer:

strong-bartender:

“Oi,” Shizuo sighed while attempting to figure out who the hell these people were. Some familiar faces strolled on by, specifically one flea, and the others are just blatant Strangers. 

Aggravated, the furious Blonde threw his cigarette onto the ground, stomping it. “Someone better have a really good reason why the hell I’m here and not in Ikebukuro, or something is going to break.” 

Rin looks at the furious blonde man, throwing a cigarette to the ground and stepped on it. He can only think of one thing: Yakuza. He carefully approach the man and tries to avoid any fights possible.

Are you new here?


"Tch,

Who the hell are you?” 

This one seemed like he knew the place, where he had been trapped. Thoughts of Izaya creating Ikebukuro into a Hell flooded his mind. His blood now boiling, filled with anger. 

Keep it together Shizuo, he reminded himself before doing anything violent to the environment around him.

 

"You kid, 

you know what the hell this place is?

Tell me why the hell I’m here and not in Ikebukuro.” 

(To all my new followers)

-shiemimoriyama:

strong-bartender:

“Oi,” Shizuo sighed while attempting to figure out who the hell these people were. Some familiar faces strolled on by, specifically one flea, and the others are just blatant Strangers. 

Aggravated, the furious Blonde threw his cigarette onto the ground, stomping it. “Someone better have a really good reason why the hell I’m here and not in Ikebukuro, or something is going to break.” 

Shiemi happened to be passing by when she saw a very annoyed teenager stomping on his cigarette and muttering to himself. 

For a moment, she considered if she should go talk to him to see what the problem was or not — he might not want anyone to go near him when he’s pissed off. She knows that some people like to be alone when they’re really furious about something.

But then, she noticed it wasn’t really that kind of anger she thought it was — it was rather more because of some confusion that got him exasperated. She noticed this, because of his facial expression. So, Shiemi decided that he wouldn’t mind too much if she approached him and talked to him.

“Um…W-what’s the matter?” She inquired him, somewhat carefully.

As the young woman startled him, the overbearing Blonde toned down his voice. This wasn’t normal for Shizuo but he didn’t want to confuse the kid even more then he was already confused. 

"It’s nothing really, you shouldn’t worry about my problems. What is a kid like you doing here in such a place filled with shady characters——" 

He stopped himself right there, letting out a small laugh because he just described himself poorly to the young woman. 

"Forget about that last sentence, you should stay near me. The most I can do is protect you from nuisances like the Flea.

So how about it, join me?” 

Who knows what kind of sick thoughts go through those strangers minds who have been walking around the vicinity, he surely did not want to wake up one day hearing news about a dead girl he could have protected.

(via kamennoshonen)

fleazaya-deactivated20111222 feared, ""Temper, temper. Shizu-chan! Now, you honestly can't believe that I would have done something to Ikebukuro. I swear it wasn't me~" He quickly moved out of the way, jumping over the tree, getting closer to Shizuo"
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"Oh my temper isn’t the problem, 

I just want to beat the shit out of you.

Shizuo scolded the Flea as he grasped another tree, violently plucking it from the soil. 

"Damn it you’re making me violent again," 

The Bartender swung the tree aiming at his Rival, oh how he despised getting violent.