i wanted to at least upload something longer.
-sigh- well i have been a lazy person. i have it all written down in a note book and needed to re-type it here. it may not be perfect but i wanted to hurry up and update. ^^'
Shizuo woke up with a start, sucking in air as if he has been strangled. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Shizuo sighed. He felt a dullness sinking into his body, his brain felt like it had turned into jello. Zombie like, Shizuo pushed the blankets off of him and moves towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of milk. The pop of the cap was heard than the sound of gulping. Not even a minute has passed and the bottle is empty on the counter.
Slowly Shizuo moves to sit in front if the window. It was not yet 4 o' clock, the sun hasn't risen and the city looked beautiful. Early birds chirped and the sound of only a couple of cars passed. Since barely anyone was around, the site was even more stunning.
Shizuo sat like this for a while, watching, not a thought was present. Only thing left of him was a soulless husk. The morning was coming closer and closer. By then Shizuo was not dazing out like he was before. Now, he had spent noticing all of the details he never saw before. Like the old man who comes out to check the mail almost every two hours and the girl who jogged out here every morning. This moment Shizuo was feeling a sort of peacefulness that he had barely felt before.
Shizuo thought to himself "maybe I can stay like this"
"Well, a walk wouldn't hurt" Shizuo stated. Just after he had got ready in his usual bartender outfit, and left the house, Shizuo glanced at the clock, which read 10. Shizuo then headed out.
Once Izaya was awake, he moved to the living room. Turning on his computer, his phone started ringing. After the second ring Izaya answered. "Hey"
After making appropriate plans, Izaya sat back and decided to wait for the day to pass. Anger flared once he started to think of Shizuo. What was he doing? Why did he walk away? What happened to Shizuo?
His mind filled with questions that he could not answer, making him even more irritated.
Namie walked down the hall with some bags, she wasn't sure why Izaya was acting the way he was. Since yesterday he didn't have any giggle fits that turned into sadistic laughter. Well she was glad; it always gave her goose bumps. Even so, Izaya seemed to be in his thoughts. "So he's planning something" Namie sighed.
Once the door came into view, Namie stopped to get her card out.
Why is this even needed?
She opened the door; right in front of the entrance was a box that when you feed the card it would mark a special ink onto the card. Confirming when you were there and what time you arrived. Namie sighed again, placing her card into the slot and waiting a couple of seconds for it to pop out. With a new dab of ink on it.
Izaya was sitting on his couch, both arms were over the top and his eyes stared dully at the ceiling. When he heard the front door open, Izaya straightened up and smirked. Namie came into the living room and stopped a second before she went to do whatever was necessary at the moment. Silence surrounded them and Namie wasn't really willing to break it.
Izaya got up and started to get dressed. His cellphone was turned off until that certain event.
It's going to be fun.
These words were repeating in his head ever so fast.
Namie came into the kitchen, there she would clean up. She was positive that Izaya was already gone but she saw him grinning to himself. Even though it was a grin of happiness for Izaya, A little spark of terror was flickered. Namie averted her eyes and started her job.
Freak
Ringed in her head, she wiped the counters until she was absolutely positive that Izaya had left. Then she went to the book shelf to find the book that she started earlier. Luckily for her Izaya was out most of the day. The only people that came here knew Izaya personally or at least got some sort of information about his condo. Now Izaya didn't care who came.