So, here's chapter 2 of my very first Shizaya fanfiction. This is in Izaya's point of view this time.
Please review and I hope you enjoy. ^_^
"I was expecting you'd arrive soon enough."
A young woman known as Yagiri Namie, Chief of Yagiri Pharmaceuticals, greeted him as he entered through the door of an all too familiar room. She was just as beautiful as she was intelligent with long, dark hair that framed one side of her face more than the other. However, she was not the friendliest sorts of human; but it was all the same to him. While he loved humans, he didn't particularly care to go out of his way to make friends with them. The closest thing he had to a 'friend' was an ex-classmate and underground doctor who would most likely roll over him in a heartbeat for his headless fiance'... or wife, if they were married by now. Though that shouldn't have come as a surprise to him. Orihara Izaya was a cunning, and rather two-faced person who sold information for his own entertainment. Well, he was after all, an underground informant. Funny how everything seemed to be underground business in Ikebukuro.
Yes, this had been the man spying on Heiwajima only moments ago outside Russian Sushi. It was just his luck to have been passing by oh-so innocently (or as innocently as Izaya could pass), when a fight broke out between Russian Sushi's infamous employee who stood outside the corner and offered flyers. Simon, he always was certainly interesting. He had been most unfortunate enough to receive a nice blow to the face in a result of remaining aloof to his surroundings. How would he had known that when he was merrily making his way across the street that a large Russian would appear out of nowhere and give him a black eye? The incident had been most unfavorable. And ever since that night, he had made sure to stray far away from Simon. If he was caught off gaurd once more, he may become the new headless phenomena walking around the city.
"Ahh? Were you waiting for me, Miss Namie? It is alright if you feel the need to confess your hidden feelings of love for me. I'll accept them with full arms. I am a loving person, after all. The most loving of all~."
"That is most certainly not what I mean." Was the cold reply as the woman peered at of the corner of her eye at the man with arms stretched out to his sides as if he were waiting to take off like an airplane. Finishing up with whatever it was she was working on at the computer, Namie turned in Izaya's most favorite chair and leaned forward into the desk. Lacing her fingers together in a delicate gesture, she relied her elbows on the desk and the weight of her head on the back of her palms. "It's been a year."
"A year? My, you've been certainly patient. Should I propose now or later?"
"You're disgusting," came the scoff.
As his secretary clearly gave up on the matter and returned to his work, Izaya tossed the bag he had been carrying onto his black leather couch. With a small hop, he slid cleverly over the smooth, wooden surface of his own desk. "Well, aren't you going to ask me?"
Typing away, Namie seemed clearly absorbed in screen of the computer's monitor now as if she had never been even slightly interested. "Ask you what? Our wedding date?" She shot back sarcastically.
"Ahahaha, Namie! How entertaining you are! But you are not my type, I apologize. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of your erotic taboo of a relationship with your dear Seiji. Though I understand your feelings for me. I am quite sexy."
"Dammit, Izaya!" She said, pounding on the keyboard and entering many undesired keys. "Will you get on with it, already?" Just as he had assumed she would, Namie responded aggressively to the mere mention of the forbidden feelings she had towards her younger brother. Quite honestly, it disturbed him while at the same time fascinated him. Humans were really so complex, he wanted to know everything that ran through their mind. The sheer the thought brought him excitement beyond his wildest dreams.
Slipping off the desk, Izaya held out his arms, palms facing upward just behind the mounds of fluff that made up the cuffs of his jacket's sleeves. "This entire year, each day was spent carefully considering what I can do to understand humans better. Why did I fail to awaken Celty's head? Why hadn't my plan succeeded? I've finally discovered the reason." Giving a little twirl, he leaned in and smiled as his eyes arched in the most amusing expression of expressions. "Do you know what that reason may be, Namie?"
"Your knowledge of humans is all based upon your insanity and therefore is a figment of your imagination?" Namie replied with the must unenthusiastic of tones, eyes slanted over at the man who was much too close to her.
"No, but close!" Pulling back, he held up a single finger. "Shizu-chan."
For the first time in their conversation, Namie found herself moderately interested. Coming to a pause in her work, she turned to look at him. "Heiwajima? What does he have to do with anything?"
The smile plastered on Izaya's face seemed permanent by now. "Not him in particular, but humans like Shizzy in general." Shrugging his shoulders, Izaya stripped off his jacket and tossed it onto the back of the sofa. "You see, humans such as Shizuo and my dreadful sisters are the key to it all. For years I have been avoiding what was so clearly in front of me! I cannot truly understand humans and their actions until I understand all the types of humans there are to discover!"
Palming her chin, Namie seemed to be comtemplating just what she was hearing. "So, let me get this straight." Pulling away from the desk, the dark brunette crossed one perfect leg over the other. If Izaya were actually romantically attracted to women, he was almost positive Namie would have been perfect for him. If he could ever come to overlook the twisted obsession she had over her own sibling. Izaya could never imagine himself being attracted to one of his younger sisters. They were truly just as dreadful as he insisted they were. If it were up to him, he would sell them out for information... or just give them for free on a street corner as amateur prostitutes. "You believe that if you get close to Heiwajima and your sisters... that you will be able to understand all humans. Therefore, you will be able to accurately predict the actions of all humans involved in the process of awakening Celty's head?"
"Precisely," Izaya said, waggling a finger. "Except, just Shizuo. I am not desperate enough to stoop to a level that involves creating a bond with my vile siblings. What is your opinion?" Almost like a child handing their very first piece of artwork to a mother, Izaya smiled cheekily and awaited praise.
"You're an imbecile," was the 'praise' he received. "Shizuo will murder you in an instant... On the other hand, good luck." Namie sarcastically remarked with a smile. If Izaya died, she would have more power and therefore, would be able to save her family's company. Izaya was both the one thing keeping her strong while also being the one thing that stood in her way.
"Nonsense, Shizuo will come to love me just like any other human does." Smiling, Izaya fell back onto the couch. "Shizu-chan shall be my friend."
