"Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?" Miyakami sighed hopelessly as she frowned, leaning against a wall. She slid into a sitting position staring at the detailed, confusing, and overly populated map. She couldn't figure out where this damned place was. On the map, yeah she'd found it, but in the real time world? She was more lost than an Alaskan Native moving to Tokyo. She couldn't find the way to one huge restaurant, and she'd encircled an area eight times. Eight. Times. She'd already had issues, but this was just topping the chart of her lovely list of annoyances for the day.
"Ara…Excuse me ma'am but what are you looking for?" A voice rang out in front of her, and she looked up to a peculiar sight. A boy, high school by his uniform, looked at her with hazel eyes, sun-kissed hair glowing in the light.. Alongside him stood another boy, darkened locks and oceanic eyes stared at her, desperately trying not to look silly. Feeling that there was no use in being rude, she took a breath, and smiled.
"Neh? I'm trying to find a Russian Sushi restaurant. I heard they were hiring, but…unfortunately, I've had no luck finding it. Gomen, I don't mean to bother, but can you help me?" He cracked a grin, while his friend put on a shy smile.
"Hai, Hai! Just follow us!" She had no time to accept or decline the offer. Her wrist was grabbed and suddenly they were all off.
Miyakami couldn't remember much of the whole trip to the actual building. It'd been such a blur. They refused to stop, her directors that is, and were absolutely determined to get her to her desired location…but now…now that she stood in from of the actual building, she could do no more than gape in awe. This had to be the largest building she'd ever seen. Not counting the sky scrapers of course. However, the whole place seemed to be a misfit, the domed roof seemed so Russian compared to the other structures in the surrounding area. The colors definitely caught attention, with the unusual blues, reds, and yellows. Then again, maybe the reason people looked upon the restaurant so oddly was because of the large black man standing in before it and handing out sushi flyers. Oh, and he was Russian as well. Hopeless, she watched as passersby ignored his suggestions for dining, and instead ran, unintentionally scared away. Pitiful, Miyakami sauntered toward the man, and smile at him.
"I heard this place was hiring?" It was meant to be a statement, but turned into a grim question as her eyes began to widen under the black man. Now she felt sympathy for the tourists and locals. Up close he was, indeed, scary. He grinned. An affirmative to her…statement/questions, he pulled out a few exceptional packets of paper, handed one to her, and asked her name.
"Miyakami, Fururuka Miyakami. It's nice to meet you Simon-san!" She gave a polite bow, and he laughed waving the subject away, and gestured the two boys over, conversing nonchalantly. Had she missed something? They knew each other? She exerted a nervous sweatdrop. Why didn't I figure that out before…Mentally bonking herself in the head, she scolded. Idiot. Nevertheless, she managed to sweep out of her thoughts to find that all conversation has immediately silenced, as the trio stared toward an upcoming local. Miyakami, too, eyed the tall blonde walking her way. He was exceptionally attractive, and the closer he got, the more her statement was confirmed. Oh yes. Very exceptionally attractive. A loose, white dress shirt fitted over him easily, topped with a nice black vest. She recognized the material immediately. A bartender? She questioned. Shouldn't he be working then…? Ah…maybe break time. Ara~ She peered at him behind her violet orbs, a curiosity she didn't know better.
The silence and tension tore.
"Ah, Shizuo-san! You've come for Sushi? The sushi is good! The sushi is yummy! Sushi!" Miyakami could barely stifle her giggles at the man's Japanese. The man..Shizuo…hadn't noticed her yet. If he did, he certainly was ignoring her presence. Lazily, the man waved off the buff black and placed a cigarette to ward his lips, lighter and pack in hand, just in case. However, before the oh-so-not-wonderful stress reliever could touch his lips, it was immediately removed and stomped on by a pair of flats.
"You don't want cancer do you?" Her soft yet bold voice came across his ears and she directed a smile towards him, and instantly, his expression glowered, scrunching into pissed wrinkles. Oddly, the sighit, didn't they? They did. She confirmed, and now eyed the whole pack of cancer sticks still in his grasp. Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, this man is just trying to do himself in, isn't he? Baka. Without a warning, he no longer felt the box in his grasp, as it had been swiped and disposed of in a rather rude but merry fashion. Oblivious to the obvious rage that was seeping through the man's pores, she congratulated herself in private.
She just…she just threw away my new pack of cigarettes… Shizuo's patience ended. The day was going well for him. He hadn't had any trace of Izaya, and Tom's clients had actually paid up today. In fact, he was feeling rather merciful today. Keyword being was. Within just a few moments, who knew that his patience would be up so easily today? Glaring, he lifted the garbage can, a metal one to note. His thoughts left him in the action to be replaced with instinct. Time froze.
Shizuo had always questioned his anger about himself. He wasn't like any of the other anger management patients he'd been acquainted with for a little while. He didn't see flashes of red when he was ticked off. In fact, he thought his vision got slightly better. He had no desire to hurt anyone, even when angry (though with his new, expensive cigarette pack gone, he pondered that.) He just didn't like being bothered, he'd concluded one day. He'd always been indifferent about life. Some days he hated it, some days he didn't. Life was…well, life was life. Who was he to care? He just longed for peace. If only he knew…
Time continued once more and in that split second, he'd managed to inch his aim a bit to the left, but that didn't matter. He was already cursing himself. Though the misaim was an improvement, it didn't matter. She'd be going down in no time. Simon hadn't caught sight of his actions in time, and wouldn't be able to stop it in the least. He did a once over on the girl and cursed harder. She looked so fragile now. She was quite slim; though he wasn't sure fit would be the right word. Her bones might as well have belonged to a Chihuahua. If she lived through this, it'd be a miracle. But in reality, chances were…she wouldn't. Shizio cursed aloud now. He'd screwed up once again.