Here's the second chapter! I hope you enjoy reading it! :D

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The forever grinning face of the doll, down to the perfect details of its hair and clothes are starting to piss off Shizuo. Already so angry so early in the morning, Shizuo thanked the lucky stars that it was his day off so he can hunt down the bastard that broke his bedroom window.

Without realising it, he had slammed the doll down on the floor in sheer rage. The doll made a squeaky sound upon impact, attracting the ex-bartender's attention. He picked it up again.

Interesting…

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Awkward silence filled the room; the three occupants stared at each other in a strange mixture of shock, indifference and absolute embarrassment.

"I told you not to play around with that chair of yours. Spinning so much on it, it's bound to give up on you sooner or later. And what a timing it was, too," spoke up a woman clad in a green turtleneck and red skirt. She shuffled the papers on her desk and rearranged them back to a certain arrangement.

"Oh you~ I was just fooling around! Nothing to it, nothing to it!" Said Izaya as he got up from the floor and dusted himself. "Really, I was just trying to see if there's anything other than that brother of yours that can make you show other expressions."

Namie gave a sideways glance at her annoying boss. Anyone can see the diffused blush on his face as he tried to pass off his blunder. "Bullshit."

"Ah, really!" Izaya pouted as he slammed himself back on his favourite spinny chair. "You're no fun!"

Namie continued with her task at hand and ignored Izaya. A small clearing of the throat brought Izaya back from his senses. "Ah, Shiki. About the job you were giving me?"

"As I was saying, I need you to give me information on this person right here," said Shiki as he pulled out a photograph of a man.

"Eh~ But he looks so plain! How could you – OOOOFF!"

"Izaya?"

"Ah hahahaha! Oh, it's nothing! I was just – GEH!"

Izaya spluttered senselessly as he felt the wind literally get knocked out of him. A heavy thump to his stomach and another hard blow to his chest caused him to double over, weirding out Namie and Shiki.

"…It seems you are not well today. I'll take my leave and talk to you again later," said Shiki as he rose up from his seat. Namie got up from hers as well and guided Shiki towards the door. Before leaving the room, she shouted to Izaya, because in his current state, it seems that normal volume would reach him.

"I'm leaving for the day as well. I wanna see how Seiji is doing rather than stare at you spazzing on your desk all day long!"

And with that, the two left. Leaving Izaya half-lying on his desk, heaving and sweating from pain and breathlessness. "Damn woman. It's still 9 am…I'm sooooo taking that out your pay check. Just you wait – URGH!"

His left shoulder felt the same crushing feeling.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME TODAY? AM I SICK? AM I, ORIHARA IZAYA, FINALLY ON MY WAY TO MY DEATHBED?

Izaya panicked. He knew these symptoms. Sudden crushing pain to the chest, with pain sometimes radiating to the stomach and left arm, shortness of breath…Shit, that sounds so much like a heart attack.

Grunting and grabbing his favourite parka, Izaya went out of his Shinjuku office and headed towards Ikebukuro in search for a crackpot underground doctor named Shinra. Even though he wasn't religious, he hoped to whatever entity out there that he didn't bump into Shizuo in his state now.

It'd really be the death of me, seriously~

Shizuo glared at the doll after he poked it several times out of curiosity. Without a word, he slipped the doll into the jacket of his bartender outfit and finally went out to look for the culprit who broke his window.

"Hmm…squeaky and squishy…I'm never gonna get tired poking the hell out of this stupid-looking doll!"

I like sarcastic!Namie!