Tree Notes
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(Children of the trees)
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Chapter 2
Simon didn't need to say anything. In fact he didn't say anything at all. His boss watched him as he walked outside. He didn't care. He needed a light.
The night air was cold, but filled with neon glowing lights of cheaper businesses that ran along the streets. It was like his own personal light show every night. But it was always the same things illuminating the darkness.
He was the only one out there, at the time. He forgot what time it was but if it wasn't his break, or time to quit, he usually didn't care.
He pulled out a cig that he was able to squeeze into one of the shallow pockets of his shorts and then felt around for his matches or at least his lighter.
Neither were there. In this glossy death trap of an outfit, he was stuck with a cigarette, no lighter and no one to light him up.
He grunted in utter irritation and stormed back into the bar, meeting face to face with his boss' smug look.
"Something you look for, Shizue?" His boss grinned, a customer was a foot away ordering a drink. Simon had some how lured the man away from his companions and was lustfully staring deep into the drag queen's eyes. Simon kept serving him drinks.
"Where's my lighter Simon?" Shizuo demanded. His fists clenched over his only cigarette in irritation.
"Lighter? I do not understand word." Simon nonchalantly shrugged not breaking eye contact with his customer. "But I understand, no smoking on job."
"Don't fuck around with me Simon" Shizuo gritted his teeth.
"I not fuck around with Shizue." His smile widened. "Shizue is straight man."
"Simon. I swear to god–"
"Why you try to smoke in first place?" Simon questioned lightly finally breaking eye contact. "It bad for body. Bad for soul."
"Where the hell is my lighter?!" Shizuo howled. The customer, startled by his tone, jumped and clambered away from the bar.
Simon watched him leave silently, pursed his lips, and then turned his gaze back to Shizuo. "You should not talk that way. It scare customers. I do not need angry sever. I need good server. You not hard to replace, Shizuo."
Shizuo could sense the threat. And he refused to get fired over an argument for a lighter. That had already happened…
Twice.
Shizuo sat on a bar stool and leaned his back against the bar. He sighed in defeat. "Why me then?"
Simon leaned forward placing his elbows onto the bar. "I do not choose you. If up to me, you would be nowhere near big spender."
"You mean THAT FLEA."
"Izaya."
"Whatever."
"My bar get destroyed, my dancers injured, what good come out of that?"
Shizuo gulped. He knew what would happen if he lost his temper. He could see it playing out in his mind. This place would be in shambles before the night was over.
"So why are you making me do this?"
"It was regular's request."
Shizuo recoiled as if he had been punched. "The flea requested me. Is he trying to run you into the ground?"
Simon shook his head. "He does not know you. He think you are Hakagawa Shizue. And you are last server he has not requested."
That made it no less suspicious to Shizuo. He, being the last sever to be requested. That was too Izaya-like to not be suspicious.
What if he knew?
I mean, Izaya was an informant after all…
But Shizuo pushed that thought to the back of his mind. If he became paranoid he really would end up blowing his cover, and he would never hear the end of it, from anyone.
What could he do? He was being backed up into a corner with no easy way out.
"Fine." Shizuo sighed. It felt like someone had dropped an anvil on his back. "But you better save my ass if it looks like about I'm about to beat him down with a stripper pole."
Simon's face light up and his bubblegum pink lips tore into a smile. "I do not think it your ass that will need the saving Shizuo."
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing Shizue. Big spender here in 5. Go to booth 7 front row, right corner." And with a reassuring swat to his butt Simon sent him off.
He pulled his hat low to head to hide most of his face. (And most of his shame.) He tried to walk as calmly as he could over to the booth. But that was difficult. He was regretting adding a pair of suspenders to his typical ensemble. He didn't want to be more exposed to the flea than he had to be. But in a rush, he had tightened the straps too much, and now he was chafing.
This situation could not be more uncomfortable. But as long as that louse didn't know it was him he should have been fine.
Should have been, but he wasn't.
When he approached the table he noticed the flea was by himself, and had a glass of alcohol already emptied.
He wondered who had tried to serve Orihara before him.
"Ah, took you long enough." The raven haired man said arrogantly. "I was starting to think you were afraid of me." He flashed that all so familiar grin to Shizuo.
Let's see if I've got my little bro's acting skills... Shizuo thought to himself."May I take your order?"
"What, no friendly conversation to start off my night? I'm a regular after all." Izaya interlocked his fingers in a bussiness like fashion. "Imagine if I stopped coming here on your account."
Shizuo forced himself not to pinch the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath, and repeated to himself not to get irritated this early on. I guess my lil' bro didn't leave any show skills to me huh...
"Let me try this again." He bit his tongue. "How are you?"
Izaya's eyes lit up for a brief second in amusement, then he laughed. He laughed hard. "How are you? That's the first time I've heard that at a strip club. You're so awkward Shizu-chan."
Shizuo kept his head down, trying to conceal his shocked expression. Did he just call him Shizu-chan? He couldn't know could he? Did he know?! He tried to keep his head.
The flea must have noticed how uncomfortable he looked.
"Do you not like being called that?"
Shizuo again tried not to look so surprised but he failed miserably.
"N-Not really."
"Everyone seems to call you that though."
"I'm not fond of it."
"I'll call you Shizue then." Izaya declared. "After all, a nick name isn't special if everyone says it."
"Ok then."
"Is that it?" Izaya questioned with a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"If its' what the customer wants."
"Ah," He laughed to himself. "Shizue's so nice."
Who was this guy and where the hell was that sneaky little bastard Izaya Orihara?! Was this what Izaya was like to other people? Was he bullshitting him? Or maybe he was less of a smartass when he was drunk?
"So why isn't Shizue nice to all the other customers? You have reputation to be rather болезненно чувствительный"
"What?"
"Its Russian, it means pissy, irritable, and sensitive."
"Because people piss me off."
"Funny that you would pick a job working with people."
"It's not like I have a choice." Shizuo grumbled and pulled his hat lower.
"Why don't you have a seat?"
"I have to work."
"Yes, you're my server for the night. Therefore you can sit down."
"I'm here to serve you drinks not to sit and chat about my life."
"Fine then" Izaya leaned back into his booth and crossed his arms. "Take my order."
"What do you want to drink?"
"I'll take the raging virgin." He didn't even blink.
Shizuo's face contorted into a confused expression. If it was a common drink, he had never mixed it before.
"We don't serve that here." He finally replied.
Izaya snorted. "Who said it was a drink?"
Shizuo's mind couldn't form a complete thought. He mouth opened to speak, but the words 'fuck off' didn't roll off his tongue as they naturally would. Who in the hell was he talking to? Because this was not Orihara Izaya. This had to be some weird clone that was throwing various innuendo's his way as if he wasn't this guys mortal enemy.
Oh wait.
He didn't know he was talking to the guy who threw vending machine at him on a day to day basis. His brown hair kept him clear of suspicion. No one would ever suspect 'Shizue' was also Ikebukuro's monster, Shizuo. its almost funny what one syllable can change.
Dumbass.
Izaya chuckled again. "You see Shizu-chan. I have a reputation here too. I'm not sure if you realize this, but every server who's ever served me personally…well I give them a little extra tip."
Shizuo must have been going deaf as well. "I have a reputation here too. I'm not sure if you realize this, but I'm not gay."
"Yet."
Yet?! He would always be straight. There was nothing that would ever change that.
"What makes you so special from all the other dicks trying to get into my pants?"
"You obviously haven't been in bed with me."
"I don't want to."
"You're working at a gay bar, and you're telling me you've never even thought about having sex with a man?"
"Not once."
"As Simon says 'фигня'. I'll bet there's some guy in here, at least one, that you've wanted to pound against a wall all night."
"No, that's disgusting."
"Then how about this we make a bet…we'll have a drinking contest. If you win I'll never request you again, and I'll leave the biggest fucking tip you've ever seen. But if I win…" Izaya leaned in to whisper into Shizuo's ear. "You're coming back with me. And I'll prove you wrong... personally." He blew hot minty air into Shizuo's ear and called over another server ordering drinks for them both.
He wasn't sure what possessed him that night. Maybe it was the low lighting, maybe it was the chance to see his nemesis proved wrong, hell maybe it was due to nicotine deprivation.
If that flea's plotting something... Oh well. He doesn't know its me. I'll be fine.
In retrospect his decision would be the single best, worst decision of his entire life.
"You've got a bet."
