Izaya hadn't been expecting this. He wasn't expecting his big return to Ikebukuro to be met with silence. Wasn't expecting Shizuo hooked up to a freaky machine. Wasn't expecting Shinra telling him it was a simulation created to simulate his own death for his worst enemy.
Shinra probably wasn't expecting the black eye he got either, and at least that made Izaya feel a little better.
He's sitting in the room containing Shizuo and this...huge, black machine. Where did Shinra ever find time to build this, let alone know what he was doing? He knows Shinra is smart, and there's a chance that he used Celty for various things by the looks of the nearly all black machine. Still, how was this possible?
Shinra thought he left hours ago, storming out after his best friend told him he'd made a device that allowed his worst enemy to kill him in a game.
'And what a friend Shinra is! Maybe I'll get him a mug that says "Hey, thanks for the consideration!"' Izaya thinks to himself, bitterly.
His best friend, no, his only friend went and decided it would be just great to create a fun way for Izaya's worst enemy to kill him. In the name of Shizuo's "therapy" even. He's surprised Shinra didn't just strap him to a chair and tell Shizuo to have fun for as little he apparently cares about his other friends feelings.
He'd snuck in awhile ago, through the open window, and he was currently just sitting against the side of the machine in a dark room with his monster. No one knew he was here, and he intended to keep it that way.
Izaya sighs, frustrated. Two weeks, it had been two weeks since he'd last been in Ikebukuro. Two weeks of boredom, two weeks of refusing certain clients, two weeks of waiting for nothing! He did this for Shizu-chan and yet the ungrateful beast was here in a glorified VR game due to a mad doctor.
"What happened, Shizu-chan? Get so tired of not catching me that you needed a game to practice? Something like that, right?" Izaya laughs, voice low so Shinra and Celty won't hear. They've been asleep for sometime, but still. Better safe than sorry, ne?
"Oh shizu-chan," He sighs, head thumping gently back against the hospital bed Shizuo resides in. "Why do you need this, huh? Did you even agree, or were you tricked?" He asks an empty room. There's no response, of course. He sighs again.
"Ne. If you were tricked, do me a favor? Find Shinra and beat him up. I would but..." Izaya trails off. 'But he likes you more. He won't get mad if you do it.' Izaya already punched him once, and he's probably already complaining to Celty that he'll never treat Izaya for injuries again.
It's completely silent aside the gentle electric hum of the machine Shizuo is hooked up to, and the calm is comforting. The dark of the even more so. It's warm, too. Shizuo's hospital bed is fancy, one that has a heating pad that's turned on low, and it feels nice against Izaya's back where it rests against the bed.
It's two in the morning, though, and honestly he's getting sick of sitting on the floor talking to a vegetable. 'No, not a vegetable, Shizu-chan will probably be awake and chasing me again by tomorrow afternoon. How long could it take to beat a game?' Izaya thinks. He's almost disappointed by the thought.
Izaya wills himself to get up, legs cramped and tailbone sore from sitting in the same position for so long. He feels melancholy and tired. It doesn't help that he skipped dinner, thinking earlier he wouldn't be here for very long. Maybe he'll grab something from a 24/7 fast-food place. 'I'd kill for some Chinese.'
"Bye bye Shizu-chan! Be sure to practice your little game a lot, you'll need it!" He calls on his way out the window, even though he knows Shizuo can't hear him. It doesn't really matter though, it's not like Shizuo listens to him half the time anyway. Izaya talks a lot but not even the man who goes so far as to chase him through an entire city stops to listen.