Throughout the city of Ikebukuro, things are never usually quiet. If not the two resident psychos fighting in the streets, the gangs, or the business of the headless rider, then the streets would be live with the everyday noise of a city at work.

Today was quiet. For some reason.

If one were to look inside an apartment somewhere in Ikebukuro hiding an underground doctor and his "friend" the headless rider, some would note with glee over the two hooked up in his bed.

If one were to look at the gangs of the city, they would see that there was a large meet in another town, a sort of fight if you will, over territory. Most of the leaders sent representatives to toughen it out.

Now, where does this leave our two scariest men of the city?

Shizuo was currently doing his rounds scaring the life out of people until they coughed up their dues, work going more calmly because the 'flea' had not made an appearance.

...Where was that 'flea' anyway?

If you were to take a powerful satellite or tracking device, you would notice that our informant was not in his ridiculously large apartment. Nor was here somewhere in the streets teasing and prodding some poor soul.

He wasn't anywhere.

But since Izaya does not have anybody caring for him on a daily basis (besides his assistant Namie, but since when does she care?) it would be a while before anybody took note of the absence as something to worry about. Or to care about.

It was only when the square of Ikebukuro went dark and the television screens flickered to a scene of a clearly knocked out and passed out Izaya on a bed that people started taking notice.

Just not in the way he may have preferred.


Izaya slowly rose out of unconsciousness, his head pounding and the smell of chemicals just barely detectable underneath his nose. As he came to, he quickly noticed that he was not where he should have been.

"Hm. I don't believe that I went on a trip anywhere, at least not an expected one. Namie needs me for money, so she's out. Shizu-chan would probably leave me in the street if I passed out, so that's a possibility. Perhaps one of my informees got angry with the facts? Typical of mongrels. When did I last eat? Oh well. I suppose I had better meet my host of sorts".

Izaya slowly stretched out, curling his body into an arch before sitting up and opening his crimson eyes.

He was not met with the expected sight, but he quickly washed the shock out his mind before it made it to his face.

Plastered all around the room were photos. Of him.

Hm.

Our informant looked to his bedside, smelling the familiar smell of the Russian's 'exquisite' cooking. Sure enough, there it was. A large portion of sushi.

"...Well. This person has a more… obsessive nature than any of my previous clients. This one must be farther back, but I cannot recall any of them being like this in nature. This must have happened after the fact. But which one?".

Over his silent musings, Izaya was surprised by the sound of his phone. After a moment of looking around, he saw that his jacket and shoes were sitting on a chair in the center of the room beside a table. He gracefully slipped out of the bed and grabbed his phone out of his jacket pocket.

"Hello?".

"Flea?".

"Why Shizu-chan. Who else would have this number?" he scanned the room, phone in hand until his eyes rested on a steel door. "I don't change my information at the drop of a hat like some people I know. I'm not that unreliable, Shizu-chan".

Shizuo stared up at the large screen with the rest of Ikebukuro. "Flea. Turn around".

Izaya turned and noticed a large camera facing him, rotating to fit his movements. He walked closer, examining the large lens.

"Why, Shizu-chan, did you tell me to turn around? Are you seeing this?".

"Yes, you damn flea. It's up in… everywhere. What the hell are you trying to do this time?".

"This was not my doing you barbarian. Is it really everywhere?".

"I see a T.V. behind you flea. Turn it on".

There was indeed a television sitting in the corner, an old model without a remote. Izaya walked over and turned it on, only to be met with the sight of himself in this dimly lighted room. The image on screen made him chuckle, the camera angle showing off his… assets.

Still laughing, our informant looked up at another camera on the door, a smirk on his face. "Hello out there! How may I help you today?".