"Why don't you stick to your original plan. If you really want to control the city and the people around you. You need not make it so obvious, people tend to get suspicious rather quickly you know. Me? Well now, I am an info broker. I'd be happy to provide you my services, those who seek my info won't be refused. Can you trust me?" Izaya chuckled as he stopped walking after crossing the zebra line across the road. "That all depends on the situation. How I want things to play out will naturally effect your outcome. I'll leave the trusting part to your instincts, but I'm sure that you've already guessed that I'm a valuable ally to have. Personally, I'd be asking myself how far I'm willing to go to keep trusting this man" Izaya laughed then as he hung up the phone, sliding it back into his fur jacket. He then heard his other cell ring, he fished it out from his other pocket and just as he was about to answer it, he heard a crash and the sound of metal bending in the near distance. He looked over to where the sound echoed from, it seemed to be coming from across the street.

Tom looked over at Shizuo, he then spotted the cause of his friend's sudden rise of anger, Tom sighed. There would be no use trying to get through to him now, but he was going to try anyway. "Hey Shizuo, we're on a job, can't you kill him later?"

Shizuo growled, glaring deathly at the raven haired man from his position. The stop sign bent in the middle from his firm grip as it was torn from the ground. Even from this distance, he could see Izaya smirk at him. "I'm going to wipe that smirk right off your face flea!" he yelled.

Tom grabbed his other arm "Come on, seriously, let's go before you get into trouble. This city just recovered from your last encounter a mere week ago"

Izaya gave him a sarcastic wave, jumping onto a hydrant, perfectly balanced on one foot. "Shizu-chan!" Izaya called, arms out wide, drawing attention to himself. "Don't wanna play today? I'm kind of bored over here!" Izaya placed his hands in his pockets, never once losing stamina.

"He's so dead" Shizuo began to storm over to the informant, dragging the sign with him.

"Shizuo-" Tom started, but it was useless, as he had thought. The minute Shizuo saw Izaya in the city, he immediately saw red. "God damn it"

Shizuo stopped just in front of Izaya. Who jumped down from his spot, landing inches from the blonde. "Izaya" Shizuo said through gritted teeth.

Izaya's smirk deepened "Shizu-chan"

"What the fuck are you doing here flea?"

Izaya hmphed, unfazed by Shizuo's death stares. "Business, I am a busy man" Izaya sighed dramatically, spreading his arms out, as much as he could while his hands were still in his pockets. "Now I'm bored" Izaya got up in Shizuo's face, hopping up onto a small bench, he always did hate being the slightly shorter one. "Entertain me" with lightning speed, Izaya drew out his blade and swiped it across Shizuo's chest. Shizuo stumbled, a little surprised. He then growled, his hold tightening around the sign. "Don't tell me you weren't expecting that? Honestly, if you weren't, I'm disappointed"

Shizuo's eyes widen in rage "Izaaaayaaaaa!" the blonde practically screamed in the ravens face before stepping back enough to swing the sign at him. Izaya was quick to react as he jumped on top of the sign and legged it in the opposite direction. Shizuo spun around, the sign grazing across the ground. "Get back here!" Shizuo chased after him, bringing the dented sign along with him. Izaya jumped up over a bench and then rebounded as his feet touched down on another hydrant, smirking as he did so. Shizuo lowered the sign down seconds too late and he hit the red water supply with great force. Water gushed upwards, causing a few panicked screams and a momentary lapse of confusion as Shizuo tried to search for Izaya through the waves of water. Losing the sign, he ran through the growing flood, his hair wet as it stuck to his face. Izaya was actually stood off to the side, standing on top of a green bin, the bastard was actually waiting for him. As if he had the nerve to do so. "It's like you wanna die louse!"

Izaya jumped off the bin when Shizuo began running after him again. He dodged the lamp post in front of him and then heard the breaking of metal again as Shizuo tore said post from the ground. Izaya chuckled. "Predictable as ever" he quickly jumped to the side as it came crashing down toward him. It dented the ground on impact and Izaya took the chance to run across the street, quickly avoiding the oncoming traffic that came at him as he jumped up over a car and onto the small roof of a shop. Shizuo mimicked his movements-though not as gracefully-until he was back in view of his enemy. Izaya smirked as he jumped across to the next part of the roof when Shizuo caught up to him.

Izaya grabbed the supporting pole above him and span around it once before jumping across to the next one. He ricocheted off as Shizuo tried to make a grab for his ankle. Izaya ran across part of the wall before landing on the railing of a balcony with well practice balance. Shizuo jumped onto the balcony below Izaya, grabbing the supporting beams and rocking them back and forth until it begun to give way. Izaya stumbled a little and then jumped off the balcony, bouncing across sturdier railings until he made his way back down to safe ground. The above balcony crumpled down toward Shizuo, Izaya watched with an amused grin as plant pots smashed over his head. Shizuo growled, feeling as if the balcony was dangerously getting heavier as he kept his hands up to try and stop the rest from crushing him. "Izaaaayaaaa!" his only option was to lob the entire thing.

Izaya's eyes widen as the rest of the balcony came hurdling toward him. "Such a brute" Izaya muttered as he jumped backwards a few good paces, making sure he was completely in the clear. The balcony crumpled with great force as it hit the ground, waves of dust blew outwards, causing people-including Izaya-to shield their faces.

Shizuo stood still, breathing heavily as he stared at the mess the two had created. "Damn it"

When the dust settled, people stared at the wreckage, half wondering whether the raven haired menace was crushed under it-since they hadn't seen him dodge. Shizuo was wondering the same thing, he couldn't see any sign of the other man, he smirked, maybe he'd finally rid himself of his rival once and for all. His hopes were dashed when two blades shone in the sunlight, he just about managed to dodge them in time and his reflexes caused him to topple over the railings and fall from half way up the building. Luckily, the stands below broke his fall, he landed on top of a large bed of flowers that some poor old woman had spent her time setting up. She screamed as he crashed through the stands, flowers sprung up from their places in the pots. Broken shards and soil littered the ground around him as he struggled to sit up. He glared when he heard a chuckle and the light of the sun was blocked from his face when the shadow of his enemy loomed over him.

"Naw, Shizu-chan looks so pretty laying in a bed of flowers" Izaya's sly voice teased as he plucked a large yellow rose from Shizuo's hair. He grinned and held the flower out toward him. "Peace offering?"

Shizuo glared daggers up at the smirking informant. Just as he was about to stand up and punch the smirk off his face, Shizuo caught sight of something glinting within the flower. He realised, that the glare of light was most likely coming from Izaya's switch-blade, which was concealed among the flower. Shizuo grinned and reached out to grab the flower. Izaya's smirk then faltered as Shizuo gripped it firmly, his fingers splaying over the flower and the concealed blade of the weapon. Blood soon began to drip to the floor between their fingers.

How did he know? Izaya thought as he watched Shizuo use the leverage to heave himself up from the ruined stands. "Let go. Brute"

"What's wrong flea? Where'd that smug smirk go?"

Izaya wasn't exactly left with a lot of options, he tried to tug on the knife, but he knew that Shizuo's grip wouldn't let up, no matter how much his hand was digging into the blade. He had no choice, he'd have to let go of the handle-but there'd be no way of getting his switch-blade back-if he didn't, he'd risk getting his ass kicked. For once, Izaya had underestimated him, he cursed himself for being just that little bit over confident. He knew he should have just made his escape as soon as he saw Shizuo fall. But seeing Shizuo lying in the broken stand of flowers beds, looking impossibly peeved, Izaya couldn't resist the urge to tease him further.

Izaya watched Shizuo raise his fist toward him, he was about to jump back-letting go of his blade-when the sound of sirens filled his senses. They both looked down the street, seeing the cops drawing near to them. Izaya felt Shizuo's grip loosen due to the small distraction. He gripped the handle and quickly yanked his switch-blade free. Shizuo hissed and then stumbled when something hit the back of his head. Izaya blinked in confusion and then chuckled as the owner of the flower shop continued her assault, smacking Shizuo over the head with her broom. Izaya laughed loudly at Shizuo's attempts to hold her off. It was clear now that the old woman had been the one to call the cops.

"You damn hooligan!" she shouted, as if Shizuo was a troublesome teenager. "Look what you've done! It took me months to grow those beauties" the woman screamed as she continued to use her 'weapon'

Shizuo covered his head out of instinct, trying to apologise. "Lady! I'm sorry-it was-unintentional-quit it-I'll pay for the damage-" as soon as Izaya's laughter broke through to his ears, his eyes narrowed. He grabbed the broom and snapped it in half. The old woman stepped back, only half angry now, as the other half of her looked scared. Shizuo mumbled an apology again before spinning around with his half of the broom, fully intending on using the splintered end to sheer through his nemesis. Only to realise that Izaya was long gone by that point, he snapped the wood with his fingers and yelled "Izayaaaaaa!" hearing the cops draw up, he momentarily forgot his anger and decided to make a run for it, before they had a chance to capture him. He didn't know why, it wasn't exactly his fault that he had ruined the woman's stand, though he did feel bad.

Izaya watched Shizuo run past him, grinning from the shadows behind the wall of an alley way.

…...

Shizuo got back to his apartment, half chucking his keys across the coffee table. He was still incredibly pissed off, he paced around his living room. "Fucking flea! I'm going to kill him. Just wait until I see that bastard again, he's going to eat fucking flowers when I smash his face in the dirt!" Shizuo smashed his fist down onto his coffee table, splitting the object in half. His keys flying across the room. As his anger subsided, he then heard a ring coming from his back pocket. He pulled out his cell and then answered gruffly. "What is it?" Shizuo sighed and then sat on the cushioned couch. "Sorry Tom. I didn't realise it was you. Yeah. Yeah I know. Is the boss mad? Well, could you tell him I'm sorry for me anyways? I appreciate the understanding. Didn't expect the ass hole to be around today. I don't know why, I always say that don't I? Heh. You'd think one of us would have learned by now. Just can't catch a break. He always pisses me off, every time I see his damn face I wanna ram it into the nearest building. Well anyways. Thanks for checking up on me. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" Shizuo hung up. He was glad to have a friend like Tom, and damn lucky to have such an understanding boss. Anyone else would have fired him ten times over by now. He sighed and moved off the couch, now that his anger was gone, he was hungry.

Izaya entered his apartment, Namie stared over at him as he closed the door and made his way over to his desk. "Causing chaos again?" She asked as she switched the TV off after seeing the news.

"Whatever gave you the impression that I have?"

"It's all people talk about when you and that Heiwajima guy go at it"

Izaya shrugged. "What can I say? People just love good entertainment. They'll soon get bored of that within a couple of days"

"You know. You could just not go to Ikebukuro"

"As much as he likes to think so. Shizu-chan doesn't own the city, I go wherever I please. Besides, a lot of my clients tend to reside there"

Namie rolled her eyes "Gee. What a coincidence"

Izaya laughed "I thought that you didn't believe in coincidences?"

"Where you're concerned. "coincidences" just happen" she got up from the couch, taking a file off the coffee table as she walked over to him and placed it in front of him. "I have to make a phone call"

"What's this?"

"Some kind of request for info. I haven't had time to read it properly"

"You know. You can be a poor excuse of a secretary sometimes" Izaya pouted slightly.

"And you can be an obnoxious, irritating, weirdo of a boss. So I guess we're both screwed" Namie then left the apartment.

Izaya shrugged and then grinned as he took the file from the desk "Let's see what we have then" he opened the first page, his grin widened. "Well well. Isn't this intriguing. It's been a while since I got this kind of request" at the top of the file, there was a photo of a girl, who looked to be at least ten, judging from her extremely young face and the way she was dressed. "A runaway. I wonder why she could possibly be running away" Izaya scanned over the information, until his eyes landed on a surname. "Washiba huh? Well, can't say that I've ever heard of such a name. But, it is my job to find out" Izaya booted up his three computers and began to type quickly, his long fingers a blur across the keyboards. "I suppose the best of places to start is always at the beginning. I could ask the person requesting the info directly. But what kind of information broker would I be if I couldn't simply gather that for myself. It's kind of scary, that people should know by now that I don't quite work the same as other would be informants. But at the very least, I still get the job done" Izaya grinned "Even if the result is not entirely what they expected"

Namie came back into the apartment, she saw the already opened file on the desk and then watched Izaya as he typed away, eyes flickering across the monitors, completely tuned out to his surroundings. Sometimes, just sometimes, she admired his work ethic, despite his intentions most of time-and the people always got more then they bargained for-Izaya always put a hundred percent into his work. He'd have made a great ally in her and her dad's company. She sat on the other side of the other desk. "That sure didn't take you long"

Izaya typed a message on one computer and browsed on another and then typed again on his third. "Multiple jobs on the go is better. You never know when two may link together"

"Like your involvements with the yellow scarves and the dollars?"

Izaya chuckled "Implying something there Namie?"

"Jobs only seem to link, when something you do coincidently forces them to"

Izaya huffed a laughed "You make it sound like I do that all the time"

Namie rolled her eyes "One of these days. Karma is going to come"

"Waiting patiently for it's arrival my dear secretary"

"How you've managed to avoid it at all for so long is beyond me"

"I just know the right and wrong buttons to push, that's all, I'm too careful"

"The problem with you is that you tend to push the wrong buttons more so then the right ones"

Izaya laughed as he got up from his desk, looking at his phone and then said "That's a matter of opinion. Don't you think?" he walked around the desk and headed for his jacket, that was hanging on the hook by the door.

"Where are you going?"

"The file is oddly specific, it's a little strange that the parents of the girl refused to contact the police over such a feeble matter. Why go to a highly regarded informant to find the child if there just wasn't something they didn't want anyone to know about"

"Why don't you just stick to the job they asked of you. You don't know this Washiba family, snooping around behind their backs is probably not a good idea"

Izaya smirked and then shrugged as he placed his jacket on "Though fake as it maybe-I appreciate your concern Namie. One day you'll learn not to underestimate me. I don't 'snoop' until I have all the facts"

"That so you can cover your own ass if you get caught"

"I'm never caught, Namie, there in lies your underestimation"

"Whatever. I don't particularly care what or how you do your job. What about tainted?"

"They can wait. There's not much I can really do for them. All I can do is nudge them in the right direction" Izaya grinned

"And by 'right' direction you mean the way you want them to?"

"Well at least we're on the right page there. I knew you wouldn't have a hard time following me"

"And where exactly does your 'lead' take you now?"

"Why so curious? Assuming we're talking about the missing girl now?"

Namie leaned back on her chair "I am your secretary. Don't you think I ought to know at least some of your ploys?" Izaya shrugged with a grin Oh, how fucking helpful you are Izaya she thought with an annoyed frown, that she clearly let show on her face.

"There's nothing about the girl that's suspicious. So I think I'll start with the parents"

"Why?"

"Because. If nothing about the girl is suspicious, then it's something about them that they don't want being found out"

"Which by the way. Is why they went to you in the first place"

"True. You just can't trust anyone these days"

"I only asked the location of your lead to help. I don't have much to do right now"

Izaya eyed her with a little suspicion, she was never quite this demanding to know what he was up to-if ever. "Why don't you get on the tainted case. Talk to their so called leader, ask them what kind of targets they had in mind"

"You mean they haven't told you yet?"

"They're a sloppy group. But they're a cautious one. Amateurish at best. What stroke of luck that they have me to guide them" Izaya said with a smirk

"How long are you going to be?"

"An hour. Tops. The place isn't that far from here. A few train stops and a cab ride. Nothing too out of the way. Does that satisfy your odd curiosity?"

Namie huffed and leaned on her palm "Not really" Izaya laughed and then he was out the door before Namie could say another word. "Shit"

Shizuo raised an eyebrow at his friend from across the table of the restaurant they were sat in. Tom was acting weird, he wasn't that good at reading people, but he knew enough to know when his friends were being unusually strange. Tom laughed at his friends suspicious expression and waved his hand. "Don't be like that. You know, you're always saying you'd like to take a trip out of the city for a while"

"Yeah. Maybe. But it's unlike our job to actually make that happen"

"Sometimes. Our clients skip town"

"Sure. But it's not like we ever go after them for real. Especially if they skip town"

Tom shrugged "Boss man must be desperate today"

"Maybe you're right. But I can't help thinking that something fishy is going on"

The two exit the restaurant. "Like what?"

"I don't know. Feels like somethings out of place all of a sudden"

Tom looked at him, waiting for him to carry on. Realising he wasn't going to he then replied "Like with work?"

"Who knows. I get the feeling we're being led to a dead end. Usually when that happens, that bastard flea is involved"

Tom laughed then "I can assure you. The boss doesn't associate with him. Given your history"

"Yeah. That's what I thought. But still, I can't help this weird feeling that something is missing, like I'm forgetting something important"

"Really?" Shizuo looked at Tom, his friend seemed to be looking at him-with hopeful intent?

Shizuo laughed "Don't mind me. I suppose it's in my nature to be suspicious right? Every time I get that way, I just always feel like I'm missing something. It's a natural habit of mine. It usually goes away after a day or so"

Tom sighed then He says that like it's a twenty four hour sickness bug Tom thought. His cell rang suddenly, he answered and turned his back for a moment. "Oh? Really? That's- ok, well not really-no we haven't even left yet-well, thanks for the heads up I guess" Tom hung up

"Something wrong?"

"Well, throw your suspicions to the wind my friend. Turns out one of our guys just made a mistake, our client didn't skip town after all"

Shizuo slammed his hand against the wall, making it crack slightly "Damn! Can't they be a little more considerate! I mean we could have just gone all that way for nothing!" he kicked out at a two way sign.

Tom laughed nervously "Why don't we head back to the office. Better check with the boss man, so we don't make the same mistake"

Shizuo breathed deeply to calm himself "Ok. Let's go"

Tom sighed in relief. He knew Shizuo would be pretty pissed. He was just glad that he'd gotten the phone call in time before they actually went all the way out to a pointless location.

Izaya stepped off the train, hands in his pockets as he exited the station onto Yamata street. He'd only been here a couple of times, but it wasn't like him to not already know his way around. He walked down the street for a couple of minutes and then hailed for a cab to take him to his destination. He thought back to his conversation with Namie, she seemed extremely curious all of a sudden, more so then usual. At least where he was concerned, normally she didn't like to pry in his motives or his exact location. It wasn't like he had any real concern about it, he didn't care what she did or didn't do, it was the very reason he'd hired her in the first place. Because she was conniving and that boded well in his favour. His brows furrowed in confusion when the cab stopped. "This is your stop Mr"

Izaya looked at the location, he pulled out his phone and stared at the picture and then back over at the building. Somehow, they didn't seem to match up. "Excuse me. I think you've got the wrong place"

The cab driver looked at him and snorted "No way. I've been a cab driver for twenty years. I know my way around every damn street, city and houses. This is the address you gave me. Maybe you're the one who got it wrong"

Izaya snorted, if there was one thing that offended him, it was the questioning of his skills. He was the best there was, he never got it wrong"

"You getting out or what?"

Izaya paid the driver and then exited the cab anyway. He may as well take the time to look around while he was here. The cab rolled away and sped back down the street. Izaya stared up at the dark looking house. It was practically in the middle of nowhere, at least it looked that way. There were no other houses or buildings attached to it or even nearby. The house itself seemed nice enough, except for it's darkened appearance. It was as if it had only just recently been abandoned. Izaya looked at the photograph on his phone, studying it for a few seconds and then staring outward. The plants in the photo were the same ones that he was looking at now, except now they were dead. "Just exactly how old is this picture?" Izaya scrolled down at bit from the photo "Two days ago" Izaya looked at the house "But that can't be right" Izaya walked toward the house. He was no botanist but he was pretty sure flowers couldn't die that quickly. "Maybe the Washiba family are smarter then I thought. After all, humans do tend to be crafty when I least expect them to be, which is exactly why I love them" he stepped onto the porch. It seemed for an abandoned building such as this one, the house was in pretty good structure shape, which suggested that the family were rather house proud-or well off-or both. At least until it had been abandoned. Izaya reached up to knock on the door, he barely touched it and it creaked open. "Give me a break" it was like walking from daylight into night in a matter of two seconds.

Izaya began to search around the house, starting from the top. He found more or less what he expected from a family home. A double bed in one room with neatly folded sheets at the end. A dressing table off in the corner and a mirror on the wall. Izaya searched all the draws of the table, then running his finger across the top, scrunching his nose when gathered dust appeared. He brushed his hands off and then walked out of the room, down the corridor and into the next room. "A lot of dust for two days ago" the next room held a single futon along the wooden floor, a small chest of drawers and a lamp. Checking the drawers to find them empty, he was about to leave when he noticed that this door had a lock on it. It was the only room other then the bathroom that had one. Izaya then moved downstairs and began checking around the kitchen and the living room. Searching through papers and checking in cupboards, there wasn't even a computer around the place. That struck him as odd, considering the file he'd gotten was typed. Though maybe they'd completed the file at a library, it was possible but didn't seem likely. Izaya frowned, it was true that his information on the house was correct. That this was the family home of Washiba, but for some reason, his timing seemed off, or rather; someone was throwing him off the trail. The picture he'd found was sent to him from an unknown source, but the person who sent the picture was Satoshi. "I honestly didn't think he was the fooling type" Izaya knew when he was being played, he didn't like it, mainly because it rarely ever happened. Then there was Namie, he couldn't help but think that she was somehow responsible. He frowned in thought as he left the house. This was the first time that he'd come up empty handed when tracking a leading source. He had planned on digging up some info on the parents first, just to cover his own tracks if he did decide to play sides like Namie had said. Confronting them straight up was less obvious then snooping around. When he reached the house, it seemed as though someone had already done the snooping for him or rather-before him.

Maybe, whoever contacted Namie about wanting the info on their missing daughter was sending him on a wild goose chase, as if someone wanted him out of town for a short while. Izaya sighed irritably, he hated it when time was wasted, when he could have spent that time with more important jobs. Stepping off the porch and onto smooth ground, he pulled out his cell to call for a cab. There was one more place within the area that he could check, after all, the house wasn't the only lead he had to go on.

"Bastard!" he suddenly heard a shout from behind him, he turned around with a little surprise. He seemed to be impressed rather then completely taken a back-he had no idea someone was even around.

Izaya placed his phone back in his jacket, retrieving his knife at the same time, bringing it out but concealing it within his sleeve. "Some kind of problem?" a small grin appeared on his face, it seemed he wasn't going to leave empty handed after all. "I take it you are part of the Washiba family?"

It was a male, mid thirties, short blonde hair; his clothes were a little worn and shaggy looking, but you could tell he was wearing a suit. "You know damn well that I am!"

"Actually it was more of a hunch really, since I've not seen you before and there's also the fact that you look like you've been hanging around here for some time"

"Don't fuck with me! You're the reason my life fell apart! You ruined my career and my wife's"

Izaya narrowed his eyes, now he was really confused. He was pretty sure he'd never seen this guy before until now, he most certainly hadn't been to this building, and if this guy really was with the Washiba family, then he hadn't met the guys wife either. "I think you have me confused with someone else. My name is-"

"Izaya Orihara. Right?"

Izaya's grin faltered. Ok, so a lot of people knew of him. It was normal, he supposed. But somewhere out here? In this small district? It seemed less likely. "So you do know me. Or at least, of me, I have a pretty good recollection of those I do business with, and I have no idea who you are"

"You can play dumb all you want. But it's not going to stop me from cutting you to shreds!" The man lunged over at him, the sharp kitchen knife poised in his hands.

"Seriously? Wow, so violent. I get the feeling you have no real skill here. Just an angry typical amateur" though it wasn't best to always antagonise someone with a knife, but Izaya often found that people like this guy attacked blindly when taunted. Izaya dodged the guy, stepping sideways, flicking his blade out. The guy slashed at him but Izaya was much quicker, he flipped over on his hands and blocked the knife with his own as he came down toward him. "Never underestimate me. You have no idea who you're messing with"

"Don't talk to me like you have no idea who I am!"

Izaya was starting to think the guy was telling the truth, he seemed adamant enough. But that still didn't mean that he had any idea who the guy was. Other then the fact that he was part of the girls family. He jumped back when the knife came at his throat, Izaya dug his heel into the ground and slashed his blade-a clean cut across the man's chest. The man fell backwards and skidded across the ground. Izaya let out an almost relieved breath and pocketed his knife. He then pulled his cell phone out as it rang. "Orihara" he greeted. "Namie" Izaya announced her name with irritation. "It would seem that not all the facts about the clients were true" Izaya listened for any sign of nervousness in the tone of her voice. "You expect me to believe that the file you gave me was forgotten about?" Namie was deceitful sure, but she wasn't incompetent. Even a job as small as this, she wouldn't have forgotten to tell him about. Though there had been a lot of jobs lately, and he'd been remotely busy dealing with tainted. It would explain why the house didn't match the picture. "Even if that was the case. You could have said something before I came all the way out here. But you're not without flaws, I'm sure you did this to get back at me for some reason or another. Though getting my throat slashed was a bit much. Hm? No, I didn't-but someone here clearly didn't like me being here. He seemed to know who I was-but I've never seen him before. I honestly started to think you sent me out here to get murdered ha ha ha ha" Izaya smirked "But of course. If you really wanted me dead, I know you enough that you'd have done it with your own two hands" Izaya looked over at the unconscious man and then walked away. "I'm heading back now. I think I've had enough excitement for one day. Oh and Namie? If you really decide to kill me one day, you would be wise to off me in my sleep" Izaya laughed and hung up, only wishing he could have seen her face.

He called for a cab and was soon on his way back to the train station. Something about this whole thing seemed wrong. Who the hell was that guy? And why did he get the feeling something was a miss? It was as if he felt out of sorts all of a sudden. That almost never happened. He didn't like not knowing something, it was his job to know everything. Izaya entered the train station as his phone bleeped. He received a message. The box was blank. He scrolled down and soon his eyes widened. What the hell?