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[Action] And Now For Something Completely Different - A Death and Cake Party

(This will make about as much sense as a dream does. It's Shizuo's last memory of his world..... with the ending it should have had. A guy can dream, right?)

"Get back here!!" Shizuo shouts, running after a black haired man in a fur-trimmed jacket. He chases after him right across a street with no regard for traffic, and is gaining on him when...

Screeeeeccccchhh! A huge truck rams into Shizuo, who flies through the air before hitting the pavement with a dull thud. Onlookers begin to gather about the site and stare in horror, whispering to each other.

"Is he dead?"

"That homie's number is up!"

"No way..."

The black haired man Shizuo had been chasing walks up to the truck. Voice oozing with smugness and satisfaction, he says, "I can't believe you fell for the same old gag from high school. You really are a slow learner, Shizu-chan."

At that, the truck begins shaking. There is the sharp sound of metal being torn and bent as Shizuo slowly lifts the truck, grunting and arms wavering from the effort.

"WHAT WAS THAT.... ABOUT ME BEING A SLOW LEARNER?!" With an 'RAARGGHH,' he manages to lift the truck completely, and throws it at his foe. Too shocked to move, the black haired man is hit with the truck full force, and flies into the air such a great distance that he eventually can't be seen anymore. It's unlikely that he's even living at this point.

Shizuo stands, breathing heavily and with a shocked expression on his face. The shock quickly makes way for a vicious, self-satisfied smile. "I finally did it... I killed that damn flea!" He really can't believe it... Finally, after all this time!

Suddenly, a piece of cake topped with excessive frosting and a strawberry appears on a plate in front of him, and a fork appears in his hand. His Petilil and Growlithe run onto the scene, wearing party hats and blowing kazoos. This does call for a celebration, after all. The onlookers who haven't already run away all suddenly have cake as well. It's a party!

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"If you're so certain. Don't say I didn't warn you," Homura shrugged, sighing. Again. More people who wouldn't listen to her. She'd gotten used to it.

"Oh? ...Thank you little one," Homura smiled, taking the mousse from Shizuo's Growlithe and smiling lightly.

"Shut up," Shizuo replied, beginning to getting annoyed. For some reason this girl seemed intent on ruining his good mood. He began slurping the milkshake with more force than necessary, trying to calm himself down with its sweetness.

The Growlithe sniffed proudly with a single wag of his tail, not seeming too fond of Homura but liking the praise anyway. Seeming to hear something, his ears perked up. Within moments, soft, ambient laughter could be heard. It started out barely perceivable, but quickly increased in volume until nearly all that could be heard was cackling.

"What the hell?!" Shizuo glanced around, searching for the source of the intrusive sound. He saw nothing.

(( http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk242/RevivedSin/1273627763244.jpg ))

Homura tensed, getting off her seat and setting the chocolate mousse down gently before narrowing her eyes at the crowd.

"...What in the world...?" Homura gasped, the crowd that surrounded Shizuo and Homura starting to shake uncontrollably before turning toward them and each of them revealing the face of the man Shizuo had just flung away.

"...It's like a mass photoshop..."

What. The. Fuck. Shizuo's expression quickly became a mixture of shock and RAGE. Mostly rage, though. He didn't even question why there were so many Izayas; all he knew was that the face of that flea PISSED. HIM. OFF.

"WHY WON'T YOU STAY DEAD!?!" A huge street post conveniently replaced the milkshake in his hands, and he ran toward the crowd enraged, dragging the sign behind him with the sound of screeching metal. Sensing his trainer's anger, Shizuo's Growlithe ran alongside him, barking and growling threats.

Scared, his Petilil clung to Homura's leg.

"Fore..." Homura remarked dryly, as a part of the crowd was sent flying with Shizuo swinging the street sign. She decided to observe casually, eating her chocolate mousse as Shizuo went on a rampage.

"...Maybe this is too rich for me?" Homura mused, the whole thing transforming into a machine gun. With relative ease, the puella magi mowed down the group approaching to her side...

...except they got up once again, laughing like nothing had hit them.

"...Hm," Homura grunted, picking the Petilil up and jumping onto the top of a nearby lamppost. "Certainly annoying."

"RARGGGH!!" Annoying was not strong enough a word. Shizuo continued brutally knocking the Izayas down again and again with the street sign as his Growlithe attacked them with Ember. Again and again... He was panting heavily, beginning to get worn down, but each time the duplicates got up again, Shizuo let out an enraged shout and continued the barrage of attacks.

The Petilil squeaked in surprise when she was picked up, and covered her eyes with her leaves in order to avoid watching the battle.

"....And then the dream flew and formed a nightmare. But is there any real way to exit the dream?" Homura mused, placing the Petilil on her shoulder.

Unfortunately, not unless you find a way for him to calm down, QB stated, popping up on Homura's other shoulder. His hatred towards Orihara Izaya is immeasurable! The real article isn't in this dream but Heiwajima Shizuo needs to realize that in the first place, QB explained.

"...Though, it looks like he won't listen to me very easily," Homura remarked, watching as another group of Izayas were sent flying. "What to do?"

It was obvious that Shizuo was exhausted after fighting continuously and with such vigor for so long, without being able to even put a dent in his wave of opponents.

"ARGGGHHH!" Panting heavily, he struck another Izaya in the face with enough force to kill him ten times over, but the damn flea barely reacted.

"Haaaahhh.... Haahhh...." He couldn't go on for much longer.... Drained of energy, Shizuo slumped to the ground and yet continued to struggle to stand, still grasping the street pole. But he was just too worn out, and soon collapsed, energy completely spent.

"Now." Homura grunted, leaping down next to Shizuo and taking his hand.

But before Homura could do anything, the whole world faded to black. Blinking, she got up, and looked around, seeing nothing for miles.

"...Hm," Homura shrugged, noticing a bed in front of her for some reason. With little effort, she carried Shizuo to the far-too comfy looking mattress and laying him down in it.

A stool appeared out of convenience, which Homura simply sat on, waiting on Shizuo.

"Oyasumi."

It took a while for Shizuo to regain consciousness, but time was relative in a dream anyway.

He slowly opened his eyes only to be greeted by a completely unfamiliar sight. He could barely see anything other than blackness that stretched on forever.

"Nnnghh.... Where the hell am I?" He could have sworn that he was in Ikebukuro just minutes ago.

Homura seemed to have dozed off so it was QB who did the answering.

It seems falling asleep in your dreamscape triggered the shut down of all imagined stimuli! Basically this is a blank slate for your surroundings to form! QB spoke to Shizuo, telepathically but spoke to him nonetheless.

What. Shizuo merely stared at the Eevee, not really being able to understand what it was saying.

"A talking Pokemon?" This really did seem like a dream now.

Well I wasn't a Pokemon from where we came from, but the fact that I can talk to you now is somewhat related to the current area we are in, QB explained, cleaning his tail.

Now, Heiwajima Shizuo, what kind of dream will you see next? I am quite curious, QB blinked. Homura did not stir for the moment.

"Don't be," Shizuo scowled, feeling like the talking Pokemon was watching him for its own entertainment. He tried not to do anything that would trigger something to happen, but...

Soon the blackness of the dream warped into a bleak white hospital room. Shizuo, now looking much younger and with brown hair, was in a full-body cast while lying in immobile in the bed Homura had put him in. ...Great.

Homura blinked awake as the hospital lights blared into her vision. "Nnn... Where?"

...

"Shizuo-san?" Was this one based on a past memory perhaps?

The door to the room opened. "What?" A nurse walked in, blinked at Homura, but proceeded to Shizuo's bed first.

We're simply irregulars here. But it seems that they bear no hostility unless we act first, QB noted.

Staying silent, Shizuo merely glared at the nurse. He did not want to relive this. Some of his most painful years of life had been spent lying in a hospital bed. Not because of the physical pain that wracked his broken body, but because the feeling of alienation, of being a monster who was a danger to everyone around him, was complete. He had learned some control eventually, but it was never easy.

Homura sat still as the Nurse checked up on Shizuo before writing notes down and turning to Shizuo facelessly. Her mouth said see-through comfort words before she left.

Silence with nothing but the hospital lights and ECG.

"...Are you hungry? Or did that cake fill you up?" Homura inquired, cracking a small joke.

Shizuo continued glaring petulantly ahead for a long moment, before finally saying, "No." It was unclear what he was saying 'no' to, though, and also obvious that more questions would only serve to darken his mood. He looked like a sulking child, really.

"I see."

....More silence.

Shizuo remained silent for a long time as well, glaring up at the white ceiling. Eventually, he asked, "Why are you still here?"

Because if Homura could wander into his dream, then she could wander out, apparently.

"Because I can't leave as easily as you might think," Homura sighed, curling up on the stool. "Perhaps an exit will show itself sooner or later."

"Hmph." Shizuo grunted in response, still scowling. Soon enough, an exit appeared in the form of a large, gaping black hole on the wall across from him. Unfortunately, apparently the black hole was literally a black hole. As soon as it popped into existence, everything in the room quickly began being pulled toward its swirling vortex.

"W-What the hell?!"

((I imagine it's a very very weak black hole though, cause spaghettification would not be fun))

"..."

Homura flipped her hair back, sighing, blinking at Shizuo twice as he held onto his bed for dear life.

"This is farewell I guess. Until we meet again," Homura nodded to Shizuo, curtsying before jumping through the exit.

Where she went. Who would know?

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[Action] And Now For Something Completely Different - A Death and Cake Party

You should make it so Izaya just appears again LIKE THE TROLL HE IS.

I was just thinking that Idk if I can play him though MAYBE YOU SHOULD or do with this what you will

Hold on

THAT. PICTURE. Also omg laughing forever

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This is all your fault :'C The wild SHIZUO has fainted!

Homura used BAMF skills

Holy hell I can't even lift my tiny Asian friends much less a full grown man I am weak OTL

Magical girls are This [______________] strong

Derp

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"Oh... I was shot."

Shhh it was totally relevant

welp

Awkward

now what even

Idk :D This calls for something insane to happen

Well it's your move, bro.

Dangit you I am not that creative B| That + flood of work = this late response xD

And so the dream ends