This chapter was a suggestion from Alwaysblu, but I did expand on it a little to match the cow thing from last chapter.
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Shizuo stormed down the street, scowling at the people who fled before his rage. He hadn't been able to find Izaya to beat him for the cow stunt – animal control had confiscated the poor animal – and now the bodyguard was looking for someone to take his anger out on.
"Zuo?" He turned and found Tania standing next to him, a look of calm concern on her face. "Are you all right?"
"That damn flea sent me a cow," he growled. Tania didn't appear surprised. Maybe she'd heard through her brother's friend, Supai.
"If you go on a rampage and destroy things, you'll just be giving him the reaction he wants," she pointed out. Shizuo glared at her.
"Well what else am I supposed to do?" he demanded. She smiled, and he felt his anger start to fade a little.
"Is there anything he likes?" she asked. Shizuo thought for a moment.
"I think Arlua said the flea likes ootoro," he said. Tania tilted her head.
"And something he hates?" she prompted.
"Dead fish eyes," he answered. Tania held out a package, her expression almost sly as he took it and opened it. The blond stared from the object in the package to her. "You are a genius," he informed her with a dark grin. She nodded modestly.
"I get that a lot. Want to send it to him?" she asked. Shizuo nodded.
"Serves him right," he growled.
Izaya frowned at the package sitting on his desk, which Namie had apparently brought into his office when it had been left on the doorstep.
"Who did you say this is from?" he questioned.
"How should I know? You're the informant," she snapped without looking up from her work. His frown deepened as he tilted his head curiously. The information broker cautiously opened the package. The object inside was wrapped in butcher paper, but a distinctly fishy odor escaped the covering. A note rested on the object. He picked it up.
'Since you like sushi.' That was it. But it was enough to make him a little nervous as he lifted the top layer of butcher paper.
He recoiled, biting back a disgusted yelp.
Who would think it was a good idea to send me a dead fish…with the eyes still in it?! he thought, horrified.
"What is it?" Namie asked, tone bored.
"Someone thinks they're funny," he growled, closing the package. "Get rid of it." Namie gave him an incredulous look.
"Why should I do that?" she demanded. He shuddered.
"Because I refuse to so much as touch the box again," he snapped. Curious now, the scientist-turned-secretary reopened the box, her nose wrinkling at the smell. She lifted the paper and stared down at the dead fish, eyes wide and bulging, then laughed as she noticed the extra dead-fish-eyes piled around the main fish's body.
"I think it's perfect gift for you. It really suits you," she announced, smirking. "Someone obviously put a lot of thought into this. It would be rude of you to get rid of it." Izaya scowled.
"Get. Rid. Of. It," he spat. Namie's smirk grew as she picked up the package. She considered throwing it at him, or just dumping the contents in his lap, but decided that would be pushing her luck. As she carried the package out of the room to dispose of it, though, she took note of the way he had reacted.
Is it the dead fish he hates…or the eyes? she wondered.
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