Shizuo's P.O.V.

I muttered to myself as I waited to go up the elevator. I was so pissed off. I had a terrible day. First I deal with some asshole who tries to pick a fight with me, then I drop my wallet in the sewers, then the idiot worker at the fast food resturaunt messed up his damn order. How hard was it to put together a damn hamburger! Long story short, I did quite a bit of....damage, to Ikebukuro. It isn't that bad though. 

Soon I got to the right floor, stomped my way to the door, and slammed it open. The twins snapped their attention at me from the video game they were playing. Then they smiled.

"Hi Shizu-chan!" I ignored them and growled, pacing in a circle. They girls tilted their heads.

"Shizuo?" They said. Namie sighed. I only saw anger at the moment.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit...." I muttered. I clenched my fists.

"AAAAGH!" I raised both arms, and smashed them on the table, smashing it in half. No on had any surprised looks. Namie sighed from the couch.

"He's pissed again." Izaya stood up from his swivel chair and walked over to the fridge while I again paced in a circle.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT-" Izaya shoved a milk bottle in my hands, then kissed my cheek.

"Please calm down." I was gonna snap at him, but I saw from the look on his face he wasn't happy. I sighed in defeat and took a sip from my bottle. Izaya shook his head.

"This is getting out of hand," he pointed to the destroyed table, "This is the third table you've destroyed this month. I can't grow money from trees you know."

"Sorry, I'll pay for it......" Izaya shook his head and walked over to his window, looking away from me.

"It's more then just that. I tell you to only fight in self defense, and yet you seem to pick a fight with every person you see." I glared at him.

"I do not!" Izaya turned to face me. His blank but cold look was somewhat unnerving.

"Really?" He picked up the TV remote and switched the channel to the news. The news reporter was talking.

"Keep your heads low everyone! The monster of Ikebukuro is still at large! Just today he threw a man on top of a moving truck, ripped off a sewer lid and threw it in a nearby book store, and even trashed a fast food resturaunt. We have the live footage right here!" It then showed footage of me screaming in rage and throwing a stove out the window.

"Beware folks! And don't piss of Shizuo Heiwajima!" Izaya turned the TV off and looked back at me.

"Care to explain that?" 

"That guy got my fucking order wrong-" Izaya's eyes narrowed, and I flinched, "Uh well, I guess that isn't an excuse is it?" Izaya slammed the remote down on his desk and turned away from me. His arms were crossed and he kept his gaze to the window. I felt bad. I know its scary when I'm mad, but for some reason seeing Izaya mad just makes me feel guilty. No, he doesn't seem mad, just disappointed, and that was worse. I walked over towards him.

"Look, I'm sorry okay. I got carried away, I know that-"

"You get carried away again. And again. And again."

"I get it! I'll do better at controlling my anger, I promise." 

"You've said that before." I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my chin top of his head.

"I mean it, no joke. I will do better." Izaya gently pushed me off and turned to face me.

"Prove it." I blinked. Prove it? How? Mairu perked up.

"If I may interrupt," she hopped off the couch, "It just so happens that our field trip to the museum is coming up. And our class is short on one chaperone. If Shizuo steps in, it could be a test." I raised an eyebrow. Izaya also looked at him curiously.

"How so?" he asked.

"Think about it, he'll have to behave himself. He'll be dealing with snooty, mischeivious, and mean teenagers! They'll want to anger the great monster of Ikebukuro by any means. If he can handle them, he can handle anyone in Ikebukuro." I smiled.

"Hey yeah, I can do that," I looked at Izaya, "I can handle a few teenagers for a few hours. That should prove I'm serious!" 

"I don't know Shizuo. You don't seem to know kids. Especially teenagers." Namie said. 

"How hard can they be?" 

"That seems too hard for you, Shizu-chan." Izaya said. I shot a glare at him.

"I can do it! I'm gonna prove to you I'm serious! I bet money I can deal with those brats!" Izaya put on a small smirk.

"Oh really? Alright then Shizu-chan, you have my attention," he stood from his chair, "If your willing to bet money, then your willing to bet other things, right?" I smirked.

"Such as?"

"Let's do a little wager. If you can control your temper during the field trip, you win. If you don't, then I win. And if I win, then you have to dress as a butler and be my servant for the day." Mairu and Kururi lit up.

"Ooooooh!" I blushed.

"What?! I will not wear a damn butler suit!" Izaya shrugged.

"Then no trip for you, which means I'll never know if your serious about changing." I was not appreciating his mocking tone right now. I smirked.

"Fine then, however, if I win the bet, you have to wear a maid outfit and be my servant for the day!" It was Izaya's turn to blush.

"What?! Mph, fine then," he held out his hand, "It's a bet." I tripped his hand, shaking it.

"Its a bet, Izaya Orihara."

"Shizuo Heiwajima."