Teal eyes blinked a few times as the other came into view. “Ah…hello?” His voice was a few octaves higher from the initial shock. “Have we met before somewhere?”
Hashiriya looked at the stranger curiously. He bit off the base of the sucker in his mouth and threw the stick to the ground. “I’m Hashiriya…and you are….?” He held out a hand for the other to shake.
“Suit yourself.” Normally he would’ve extinguished his smoke around someone who was quitting—even now he wanted to. If only to be polite, he just didn’t think this look alike deserved any courtesy. Of course that could just be because of his shitty attitude brought on by an equally shitty day. “Yeah, ‘ve lived here my whole life. It’s a big city—‘s not all that surprisin’.” he snorts—obviously still irritated even as he tried to calm down. “No, it’s not. What’sit to you?”
Hashiriya took a cautionary step back. “i was just wondering if maybe we had the same hair color as well. Mine is almost navy blue…It’s odd, along with my eye color.” He ruffled his own hair to display it. “I usually people watch when I’m in my car so I see a lot of the faces around here…You’re tall and easy to spot.” The racer bit down on the hard candy in his mouth. “Do you have any siblings…?”
(Source: mister-invincibledeactivated)
Masaomi tilted his head sideways. “Touge racing? Other than apparently something to do with mountains I don’t really know what that is.”
He smiled to himself as he did not miss the last loving gaze the man slid his car before returning is attention to him.“Ugh, cops. Always causing trouble for everyone.” He shook his head, slightly disgusted. He himself had never has the pleasure of a bad run-in but some of his boys had been held before. “Touge racing must be dangerous then. And you must be really good if racing provides you with a steady income. I think it’d be okay for you to brag.”
“Talk about yourself all you want, you’re probably more interesting than me. You’ve seen my group.” He lifted up a hand, wrapped in a bright yellow scarf. “I run them. And I guess in my free time I work as an assistant. And when I need extra money I fight.”
“Touge racing. It’s drag racing, but through the mountain roads. The turns are very sharp and wrap around the mountain. It’s really difficult, and that’s why so many people get injured or die when racing.” He looked down at his gloved hands. How many times had he hurt them when racing? They were littered with scars and scratches, callouses from all the use. Hashiriya laced them together gently, he was thankful he had never been so unfortunate. “No, I won’t brag. It’s just a hobby really…I lied. It’s my passion…No one, not even a cop, can take that away from me.” His teal hues followed the yellow scarf. “A gang, huh? That can be some pretty dangerous stuff…a friend of mine told me a few things about that. Although, she tends to exaggerate. She’s just an airhead, so I probably don’t know much. What’s it like?” His eyes flickered with curiosity. Linda had said a few things over being forced to have tea, but the girl was naive…or it seemed like it. She was either really as dense as she appeared or very good at lying. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
(Source: touge-king)
This guy—what an arrogant attitude that seemed to seep from every pore of this guy’s body. It pissed Shizuo off, reminded him of Izaya. But this guy wasn’t Izaya—this was someone who shared his face. He needed to calm down, taking a deep breath he turns back towards the look-alike, almost shocked to see teal optics glued to his cigarette. Mocha hues roll in their sockets, an exasperated sigh leaving him. “If ya’ want a smoke ask for it—I ain’t a mind reader.”
Blue black locks shifted as he shook his head furiously. “i….no. I quit, I can’t really shake the want for one though. That’s why I eat candy. I get too jittery and it helps a bit.” he took out another piece of brightly packaged candy and popped it in his mouth. “So, Heiwajima-san, are you from around here? I think it’s odd that we’ve never bumped into each other before, if you do. I really do wonder why we have the same face…but our eyes and hair color is different. Er, that’s probably not your natural hair color, is it?”
(Source: mister-invincibledeactivated)
He ‘tch’s’ softly and releases his look-alike, turning away and lighting another cigarette to calm himself—as if nicotine really had a calming affect. No it was quite the opposite and Shizuo was well aware of the risks he’d given himself to—his own form of secret suicide. He’d told no one about this—mostly in fear of such information getting back to Izaya, but as long as he knew that’s all that mattered. “Calm conversation about what? So we look alike, big deal.”
The racer rolled his eyes, there was no calming this guy’s attitude, was there? “Sorry. I was just curious about it. I didn’t mean to bother you with it.” His eyes wandered back to the cigarette. How nice it would have been to just have one. “I should probably take my leave then, huh? You seem like a busy guy. I wouldn’t want to keep you. After all, I just keep pissing you off anyways.” Hashiriya smiled lightly to be polite. This guy really got on his nerves.
(Source: mister-invincibledeactivated)
Dors le mal est passé, il te rattrapera pas
Le souffle coupé, tu n’es plus son appât
Ta peine s’est fendue au délire des autres
Qui oublieront bien vite que tu n’es plus des nôtres
He chucked lightly to himself. “They tend to do that. Some people can’t do anything by themselves.” he reached out to the hand and gripped it strongly. “A street racer? That’s kinda awesome.”
Masaomi admired the way he reached up to start the car, slim fingers wrapping around the device. It almost seemed gentle, like he adored the car. And he might. He didn’t call her his baby.
“I have seen that car before! It’s beautiful!” His eyes widened. The few street races he’d seen whip through the Scarves territory had been led by the blue car. “You’re pretty good aren’t you?”
Hashiriya rubbed the back of his head with a slight pink tinge on his cheeks. “I don’t mean to brag…but I think i’m one of the best in this town. I’m better in the mountains. Touge racing is really my forte.” He turned the car off with the same button, giving her one last glance before turning back to the blonde boy. “Not a lot of people want to touge race anymore…everyone that once had the ability to do it correctly has either been caught by the cops or hurt. I only street race to make money….ah, sorry. I’m talking about myself too much. So, mind telling me a but about yourself?”
(Source: touge-king)
