In a "Pickle"
"Errrrrggggg, huff huff, hngggrrrrrr!" Izaya grunted. "Why can't I get this damn lid off!?"
Izaya tried using the counter next. "Damn it. I just want to make spaghetti!"
He then got on the floor. "Why. Won't. It. Open!" He finally gave up.
"The only way...to get this open....is if I had inhuman strength." He panted. Suddenly he sat up with an idea dancing around his head. "THAT'S IT!"
A little later Shizuo was walking down the street at work. He and Tom had split up since they had more clients today than usual. He suddenly came across a suspicious jar in the road.
"What is this?" He narrowed his eyes at it. "Looks like...tomato sauce...." He looked around but the street was empty. "Weird..."
He picked up the jar and opened it to give a look and a sniff. "Yep, definitely tomato sauce."
"YOHOOOOOO! Shizu-chan! Who let you out of your cage?" A voice made Shizuo look up.
"What the fuck are you doing you stupid flea!?" Shizuo shouted up at Izaya, who was sitting on a railing.
"I heard a beast broke out of the Zoo and wanted to see for myself. Seems the rumors are true! Didn't expect it to be so ugly though. Perhaps I should alert animal control?" Izaya taunted.
"WHY YOU!" Shizuo yelled and threw the jar at Izaya.
Izaya jumped up on the railing and to Shizuo's surprise he pulled out a catchers mitt. Izaya caught the jar with ease and grinned madly down at Shizuo. "Thanks beasty!" He called down before running away leaving Shizuo more confused than anything.
Back at home Izaya went to open his jar only to find the lid even tighter than before. "Ugh, how did that monster manage to make it worse?"
BONUS
"You know you could have waited till I came home after work idiot." Shizuo scolded Izaya in the kitchen.
"Yeah but I was hungry!" Izaya spat. "Maybe you shouldn't put the lids on so tight!"
Shizuo rolled his eyes. "Maybe you should learn to ASK me for help instead of being a hateful lil pest."
"Yeah right, it's like you don't even know me." Izaya grumbled, still trying to open the jar.
This was based on the fic In a Pickle by Duraragon. It was a delight, as are all if their works:p
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