Shizuo and Izaya have finally gotten used to the idea that they're fuck buddies. They still hate each other, but use their passionate hate to satisfy them in more ways. But when Shizuo is called back to his parents' house for a month, they realize their relationship was something different than they had thought, but now even that is beyond them.

Izaya didn't want to think he was pacing. He wasn't walking around in circles or around the same room over and over, anyway, but what he was doing could be considered something similar. He was strolling around Ikebukuro looking for something to distract him from the time and what it meant, and ended up walking the same streets over and over again. He wished Shizuo was around to suddenly throw a vending machine at him and snap him out of this dumb emotional state, but that was the very problem.

Shizuo was scheduled to come back that day, it having been two weeks since he'd left to visit his parents. His absence made Izaya oddly anxious, as if he was missing the blonde.

Izaya shook his head to rid him of that thought. He changed direction and started going to Russia Sushi. Maybe Simon would be able to distract him and let him think of anything other than the damned monster.

"Izaya!" the Russian called out when he saw Izaya's head in the crowd of people around Russia Sushi. "We have good deal tonight! We busy, but it worth waiting!"

Izaya glanced at the humans around him and tried to remember that he loved them. Right now they seemed more annoying and in the way than lovable. "Maybe tomorrow, Simon," Izaya called up to him.

"I get you sushi fast!" Simon promised loudly. "You good customer!"

Izaya smirked. It had been a long time since Simon had gotten both him and Shizuo hooked on the sushi place. He always dragged them there after a fight and would terrify them into staying to eat before parting ways. Now Izaya wasn't scared of Simon, at least as much as he had been, but loved the fatty tuna that seemed best from Russia Sushi.

Izaya sighed as if he was hesitant. "Okay then Simon."

Simon grinned and called to his boss in Russian. He then stepped out of the way to the door, allowing more people to be close to the restaurant. He and Izaya waited in silence. After ten or so minutes some fatty tuna was prepared for Izaya and given to him. Then he ate outside amid the glares of hungry waiters.

"You and Shizuo have been peaceful lately," Simon said in Russian and sounding very serious. "Why?"

Izaya shrugged. "Just haven't run into him a lot. Maybe I'm getting better at avoiding him." Izaya knew that his Russian was perfect. He may have an accent, but his grammar was as good as Simon's.

"You probably know that Shizuo is out of town," Simon continued, "so why have you not done anything to take advantage of this?"

Izaya shrugged. "Guess I don't feel like it." He was mad that Simon was able to see through him so easily, sensing that the Russian knew more than he let on. Izaya mentally planned to cause some havoc the next day in order to confuse any suspicions Simon might have.

"It's too bad he won't return for another two weeks," Simon continued sadly. "Tom was here yesterday, saying how hard his job is without Shizuo."

Izaya didn't understand why Simon was telling him about Tom's whining, but right when he was about to take another bite of sushi he finished registering what Simon had said.

The sushi he had lifted to his mouth slipped through his chopsticks and onto the ground. "What?" Izaya asked in Japanese.

"Something the all-knowing Izaya doesn't know?" Simon replied in Russian. "Shizuo is not coming back until the beginning of the month. But do not get any ideas. I will be here to make sure you don't cause too much trouble."

Izaya picked up the piece of sushi he had dropped and then threw all of his trash away, stomping away and pulling out three of his cell phones. He typed a text in one, checked messages in another, and dialed a number in a third.

"Come back soon!" Simon called after him in Japanese but Izaya ignored him.

Izaya's contact wasn't picking up. After leaving a blank message that spanned the entire length the machine allowed, Izaya texted the man saying that if he didn't contact the informant soon there'd be hell to pay. With one of his other phones he texted Namie that he would be home late and to take the rest of the night off.

Then he went to the part of town he hadn't visited in at least a year.

Well I probably should be studying for my Sociology midterm, but I'm up writing instead. It's better than procrastinating at least. Thanks for reading chapter 1 and I hope you read my updates which will hopefully come soon!