Shizuo had been through alot.

Really.

Compare the surprises HE got over the years to any other citzen in Japan and you would fall of your bed, chair, or whatever you are sitting on right now.

But this?

THIS broke the law of common sense,decency and probably Ikkebukuro.

Also proof that God does not exist.

And if he does he must have NO IDEA what he just done.

No one should have to endure this, no one.

Shizuo would never wish this upon anyone, the blonde also felt a new sense of respect and sorry for Namie Yagiri.

Shit shit shit shit SHIT.

How did he get from collecting bills with Tom, to Izayas co-worker?

"Tom, you cant do this."

"Shizuo..." Tom said, sounding tired.

"Tom, come on, I would rather work in a fucking Russian sushi bar than this, and I HATE sushi damnit!"

Tom did not answer.

"Do you have a death wish?" Shizuo wanted to know, as he and his ex-co worker. "Because if you do I will grant it right now."

They stood infront of the office, which was on top of a clothing store, curiously Shizuo spotted the infamous fur jacket, the price tag was nothing more and nothing less that three thousand yen.

Shizuo lit up a cigarette, just do stomp on it a few seconds later.

"Shizu-chan, do you still think smoking makes you `cool`?" A voice murmmured behind the intercom.

"Oh fuck no, I am soo not doing this." Shizuo kindly let know, he was ready to turn around and move out of Ikkebukuro if neccesary, but he didnt.

Instead, without explanation whatsoever, Tom requested him to work with Izaya, atleast for a while, because it would "lower his bad reputation and make it easier for us to get hired." was his excuse.

Since he realized Shizuo was not moved nor convinced in any way, he tried again.

"Think about this, being close to him will give you a better chance to kill him, right?"

Shizuo thought about it, he frowned, sighed, walked in a circle and then gave him.

What a mistake THAT was.

Shizuo sat in the chair, it on the other side of the room from where Izaya was.

Not far enough though.

Namie would be on the button floor, and I swear she was laughing.

Izaya sat on what was supposed to be Shizuos desk. "Oooh Shizu-chan, did you want to be with that bad?"

"Shut up, shut up shut up shut up" The blonde stood up, was ready to give him a beating, Izayas sudden serious face stopped him.

"Really Shizu-chan, if you want to see me soo badly take a picture and put it in your bed..."

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

"...but you dont have to come stalk me at my place, unlike you I really dont want to see you when I dont have too, also, please throw your cancer sticks in the bin."

Shizuo sighed and tried to remain calm, the attemp, however, failed.

The man pinned the other on the desk, right when Namie came upstairs with coffee.

"Orihara, please leave your personal affairs for after work." she said dryly as she put the coffee on his desk and walked downstairs.

"Your right" Izaya smiled and gave in. "Shizu-chan, have you never asked yourself why we always tend to find eachother?"

Shizuo knew the answer, but he refused to say it.

"In Shoujo manga these would be called faith right?" Izaya exclaimed, still sitting on the desk.

Shizuo grinned. "Shoujo manga? soo thats whats in the shelf behind your desk?"

Izaya didnt contradict this, which made Shizuo mad, for some reason.

"Shizu-chan, im your boss now soo you better do what I tell you, also not drinking something someone has offered you is very rude."

He was right, and for Namies sake, Shizuo took a sip of the coffee...

...just to spit it out.

"DAAAMNIT IZAYA WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

But Izaya was already sitting behind his desk, on his lap top.

"Shizu-chan, do you really have no self control?"

He didnt look at Shizuo, it sounded more like a challenge than anything else.

Shizuo groaned, but, Shizuo being Shizuo, accepted the challenge.