A/N : Not much change I made for this and the next chapter. So I'll post these two for now. Enjoy~
Half a year has passed since the last time Orihara Izaya had left it to other people to harm Shizuo, both physically and mentally. The man in question grinned in satisfaction when he managed to locate his most loathed human in the world from atop of the highest building he could find in the area. The bustling sea of Ikebukuro did little to conceal the location of the towering blonde ex-bartender. He put down his binoculars beside him and resumed watching Humanity through his dangled legs as he sat at the edge of the building's roof.
The low sounds of rumbling traffic and Humanity's eventful activities rose upwards to his location, though granted, a little hard to hear considering his current location. Izaya cocked his head upwards to the sky and closed his eyes, trying to imagine how each noise was made.
He imagined that the high pitched squeals came from an old and worn bike hastily screeching to a halt to avoid some kind of obstacle; the loud clanging coming from a nearby kitchen of the diner next to this building as a busboy cleans the dirty dishes; and the thrumming sounds of the crowds as they hurried to their destinations.
He let the sounds wash over him. The erratic yet monotonous noise melding together in the recesses of his mind, filling his head with an unusual satisfaction. He hummed the familiar tune once again absentmindedly.
"Ah~ Humanity, Humanity…Such lovely specimens of this perfect world. How I love you all so much."
Izaya then decided that he had had enough of human watching for now. He got up and dusted his much-loved parka. He then went down the stairs leading to the roof, wanting to very much stalk a certain Shizuo. Maybe he can plot another form of harassment while he was at it.
Izaya was skulking around in an empty alleyway in search of Shizuo. His shoes expertly evaded the many dirty puddles so as to not sully his footwear with the filth. As he turned a corner, he didn't expect to see a crutched man walking on the other side with another man supporting his shoulders; both seemed disinterested at Izaya's presence as they hobbled off in the opposite direction.
Slightly curious, Izaya gave them both a brief glance before looking ahead again to concentrate on his hunt, wondering for a moment whether he had seen them before or not. Unbeknownst to him, the pair of man had suspiciously pulled out a cell phone and dialled a number afterwards. The one who was dialling had his hands trembling excitedly at the mere thought of the revenge planned.
The sudden smack of chloroform-soaked cloth smothering his face and the stinging shot of a stun gun from behind when he rounded another corner rendered Izaya unconscious. Black started swimming in from his peripheral vision; his body limp from sedation.
The last hazy memory the notorious informant had was of him falling to the grimy street, surrounded by a group of men who were laughing in victory and giving each other high fives before waking up in an what he assumed an abandoned warehouse, tied up to a chair, gagged and blindfolded.
A/N : And...on to chapter 3~
