Izaya nearly got rid of Shizuo's things. He was in fact in the process of disposing of them, throwing clothes and random items into plastic bags, when the doorbell stopped him. The only reason why he had not tossed them to join the sad fate of the belated wallet was because there was only so much a window could be opened this high up. Izaya was annoyed that he was interrupted, there was something wickedly satisfying in doing this.
It was the next day and Izaya was still abuzz with sheer rage.
"What do you want, Dotachin?"
Izaya was reluctant to let him in. Kadota shuffled awkwardly on the threshold.
"Sorry to bother you, Shizuo's staying at my place- did you guys fight or something? Anyway, I thought I'd drop by to-"
"So you're taking his side?"
Izaya's eyes narrowed dangerously. Kadota cast a nervous glance at the bulky garbage plastic bags, big enough to conceal a corpse in.
"No, I'm not taking sides, I'm just here to smooth things over I guess-"
"I see. So you're on part of the Shizu-chan posse. Fine! It's not like I care one way or another."
Kadota scratched his beanie.
"You guys are both my friends, can't you just talk…?"
"No."
Kadota knew that it was hopeless.
"Okay…anyway, can I take his clothes and stuff? He didn't take any with them and you guys had been living together and all."
Izaya beamed in a way that Kadota would describe as very creepy indeed.
"Wait a second."
He returned shortly with a document.
"See this? It's the deeds to the apartment. Whose name is on it?"
"Yours…I don't get it, what does this has to do with-"
"This is Orihara Izaya's property and Orihara Izaya's alone. I don't care how long that blockhead has been staying here the fact remains that legally I am the sole proprietor. And any and all items that just so happen to be in Orihara Izaya's legally owned apartment belong to Orihara Izaya and Orihara Izaya alone."
Kadota wished he not made this visit. It occurred to him that he had read that psychopaths referred to themselves in the third person.
"Come on, he only has the clothes he left with…can't you at least return a pair of pants and a shirt or something?"
"I could. But I won't."
"You don't have to go that extent…"
"Again, I don't. But I will."
"What are you even going to do with his things?"
"Dump them in Tokyo Bay."
Kadota could very well believe him.
"Izaya, I know that you're mad but that's insane!"
"If Heiwajima-san wants to claim his previous items he can take this to the court of law. My lawyers can chew his to bloody bits and even if I had to pay a fine it is well worth it. So if you're quite done I have some garbage to dispose of."
"Can't you guys just try to work things out? Or at least try to remain friends?"
"Friends? Friends? Is his stupidity infecting you? He is my sworn enemy."
Izaya was on his way out so he looked for his jacket. And could not find it. Izaya ran back and forth like what seemed to be a most crazy way to Kadota.
"Izaya…?"
"He stole it! The filthy thief dared steal my favorite jacket, that's it. This means war. I'll sue him! By the time my lawyers are done with him he'll be towed off to Thailand to work in a sweatshop factory for his remaining days! How dare he steal my jacket."
"I'll be going now."
Kadota knew that he had to retreat now.
"Not so fast, Traitorchin."
"Traitorchin…? What did I even do…?"
"He's staying at your place? That means my jacket is there! Give it back right now."
To Kadota's absolute horror Izaya's trademark switchblade made a sudden appearance.
"For the love of god, put that down! I don't know where your jacket is! I have no idea!"
Kadota was sure that it was useless to bring to Izaya's attention how hypocritical it was to go ballistic over a mere jacket when he had no qualms in destroying all of Shizuo's possessions.
"I see, you're a spy. Shizu-chan sent you to spy on me."
"Spy?"
"Goes to show who your real friends are."
"Izaya, I'll be back at some other time. When you're not upset."
"Wait until hell freezes over."
And with this Izaya shut the door in Kadota's face. Kadota could not help feel that he had escaped very narrowly.