Gun Shot Heart
Chapter 3: Enter- potential job offer
Disclaimer: Sorry, I forgot to put one of these in the past chapter. Drrr/Durarara does unfortunately not belong to me :(
P.S.- For now on anytime I say anything along the lines of "I want to update weekly for now on" or "I'm so gonna update by this day," don't believe me! xD I do apologize for the wait though!
Oh and thank you all for all the love you sent me with the last chapter~ It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. :'3
-Izaya's P.O.V.-
Double checking to make sure he'd lost the blonde, Izaya chucked his phone to his ear, and asked one question.
"Who the fuck are you and how did you get this number?"
The raven stood with his back leaned against a wall, his body tense.
"The Awakusu don't let spies off that easily." The voice answered in a monotone ring, much too soon.
Thinking over the simple answer, Izaya was wondering when he'd hear from them, but he'd figured that the well known Awakusu kai would do much more than just call him.
"What do you want from me?" Izaya asked, driving towards the point.
"Shiki-sama has requested a meeting."
Izaya scrunched his brow together at this new piece of information, caught off guard by the direction in which the conversation was going.
Izaya had always been a cautious person, hesitant with whom he trusted, and this man he spoke to was no doubt a good reason as to why he was this way. It was never a good thing to jump head first into unknown territory, without knowing what you're up against. He'd already made that mistake once, hence the near death experience the previous week.
"Shiki . . ." Izaya tested the name out loud, remembering the yakuza executive he'd been thinking back to that entire week. "What does he want exactly?"
"He has a request." The simple answer left the teen annoyed, before the man continued. "Meet at Westgate, Ikebukuro tonight at 9:00pm sharp. I suggest not coming late, unless you'd prefer to be personally escorted there," and with that, dial tone ended the conversation. Izaya stared at the beeping phone irritably and considered redialing the number for all but a minute, before deciding against it. It wasn't like the guy would be of much help anyway.
Pocketing his cell phone with a sigh, the Orihara teen mulled over the conversation once more in his head, before mentally deciding to skip the rest of the school day.
-Shizuo's P.O.V.-
'That damn louse got away again! How does he run so fucking fast all the time?!' Shizuo couldn't help getting pissed. Still it had felt nice to exhaust some of his pent up stress for a while. 'Ah, and I never did get to ask that flea what he was up to.'
The blonde senior let out a huff, sticking his hand into his pocket, and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Pulling one out and sticking it between his lips, he pulled out a lighter and lit the thing. He really didn't give a damn that he was underage, nor did he seem to care that he was still on school premises for that matter. He knew it was a nasty habit he'd developed, but he sincerely .give. . In his eyes, it was the only crutch he had to lean against in his times of anger or sadness. He knew it wasn't good to rely on something or someone so heavily, but really with the stress he had to go through daily, taking away his cigarettes, would in a way, be like kicking a poor, innocent puppy.
Taking a long drag of his cigarette, the lean high schooler closed his eyes, and exhaled the smoke in the form of a sigh. The nicotine seemed to lull his senses some, as he was finally able to relax a little. Gradually the tension in his muscles began to loosen some, as long lashes slid closed in a moment of peace. Times like these didn't last long, he was well aware, so he did all that he could to savor the moment while it was still present.
Casually leaning against the desk at his side, the blonde took long, drawn out exhales, as the wispy smoke from his cigarette encircled his form, then flowed out through the open window. Outside the empty class room he was in, the distinct voices of teachers lecturing and students asking questions was heard, along with the occasional marking of chalk against chalkboards, and student footsteps throughout the hallways. Strangely these persistent sounds didn't seem to bother the smoker at all, merely acting as white noise in the background, sending him further into his blissful moment of calm.
The air outside was nice and very warm, the breeze from the outdoors doing nothing, but soothing him. He really enjoyed times like these, when he could feel spoiled by the passing of time, as he simply watched the world go by. It was a great stress reliever and saved him from so many thoughts he didn't want to think about; whether it be because of his grades, his anger management problems, his family life, money issues, or just simply Izaya, didn't matter at all to him at the moment, because it was nice to get away from it all every now and again.
Speaking about Izaya, that face that the raven had made had befuddled the blonde. Never once, had Shizuo ever seen the younger teen wear such an expression of shock and uncertainty. It was like the teen had always had the spitfire personality of one who knew everything and was always right. Sometimes it was as if the annoying boy was looking right through you and perhaps that was what he'd always hated most about his most sworn enemy. The fact that the russet eyed teen always acted as if he knew all of your moves, and acted with the air of elegant confidence, did nothing but send a wave of absolute, undeniable hatred throughout his entire being. The first moment they had ever laid eyes on each other, Shizuo knew he'd felt some sort of shock wave between the two of them. That vibrant and piercing look that practically shouted out "I know who you are, I know everything about you. I even know that you're a monster in human skin," just didn't sit well with him. It was as if the raven was trying with one swift gaze to control his entire being. It was simply sickening.
But with that one sheer look of unmistakable feeling, the blonde had hesitated. He'd never known the teen to have other feelings, besides that of contempt and self righteousness, and with it, Shizuo's entire mind seemed to crash down, thinking back on it. Maybe the infamous Izaya Orihara, whom he'd claimed to hate with every fibre of his being since day one, wasn't entirely as inhuman as he'd once believed, rather, now it looked as if the teen had even more layers to unfold yet. The thought didn't seem to anger him fortunately, but to cause a sudden feeling of misconception within him instead. Shizuo took another drag.
As the smoking rod of nicotine slowly burned to ash, reaching its limits, the blonde took it between two nimble fingers, and promptly snuffed it out, disposing the left over into a nearby waste bin. Strolling out of the empty classroom, the blonde pocketed his hands. Shizuo knew undoubtedly that he smelled of smoke, but at the moment he couldn't bring himself to care. His top priority was getting to class on time; the bell was about to ring any minute now and his teacher was not one that was good with excuses.
-Izaya's P.O.V.-
Placing his hand within the confines of his pocket, Izaya fingered his switchblade inside. It was dark out, but the city lights helped to alleviate the blackness, casting enough light for him to make his way through the park. He was well aware that it was dangerous going out alone to meet with these people, so perhaps it was over confidence that led him on, or the threat of them coming for him anyway. Just in case though, the teen had brought along his knife if needed, and had sent a text to his sisters where he was going beforehand, that along with the fact that he was confident in his realm of escaping due to years of practicing parkour and Izaya wasn't as nervous as he felt he should be.
Earlier on, he had received a text message from one of the group members relaying to him just where in west gate to meet precisely. So now, walking closer to his destination, Izaya was on time as usual, and had his senses on high alert. Adrenaline was pulsing throughout the teen's entire body, unable to relax due to the campaigning nerves racking within himself.
A sudden whisp of smoke caught Izaya's attention, causing him to swing his head in the direction of the trail. Russet eyes narrowed as a dark silhouette took form, banked by two other shadows. With no hesitation, a voice spoke up, walking out of the darkness, as he signalled his men to stay where they were.
"Orihara-san . . ." A gruff voice piped up, making its owner identifiable.
'Shiki-kun,' Izaya thought with growing delight.
"I apologize for the sudden invite, Orihara-san, and also for the unusual location. Have I introduced myself before?"
Izaya nearly snorted. 'Invite!'
More like forcefully demanding he come here. Regardless of his thoughts, Izaya decided to play along.
"Of course I know who you are, Shiki-kun~ Yakuza executive of the proclaimed Awakusu kai, I presume? I do happen to do my homework, you see~" He purred, looking up at the man who had occupied his thoughts for the majority of the day.
Izaya smirked at the slight twitch of a brow upon the older man's face, the first sign of change in the man's attitude that the raven easily picked up on.
"Yes and apparently, you're a little too diligent in that aspect, which is the very reason you got caught by Awakusu in the first place, Orihara-san."
The man's features were narrowed in warning, yet Izaya drew no heed to this, merely waving his hand in a mock goodbye of the subject.
"Neh~ Shiki-kun, let's not dawdle on the past now, shall we? Please, do go on," the arrogant teen grinned, showing no fear of this man.
Shiki bristled slightly at the air of familiarity the teen used, but knitted his eyes in patience, going on with what he had come to do.
"Orihara-san, if I'm not mistaken, my men very recently caught you attempting to gain information on Awakusu Kai's group, am I correct?" Shiki asked, his cold gaze never leaving the red orbs in front of him, as he exhaled more spoke.
"Yup, yup~" Izaya chirped, obliviously.
The Awakusu executive continued, ignoring the trouble maker's carefree tone. "Well what exactly were you looking for?"
Izaya seemed to perk up at the question. "Looking for? Ah, no Shiki-kun, you have it all wrong, you see~ My curiosity merely got the best of me when I saw your men talking together. Five powerful looking men in suits conversing in an alley way isn't exactly the most subtle, wouldn't you agree? Naturally it aroused my suspicions~"
Shiki nodded, his men standing guard around the two. "Let me ask another question then. What precisely did you hear?"
Izaya clicked his tongue in false irritation. "Neh, Shiki-kun~ I was hoping you'd take me for innocent and let me go, but of course you'd know better! Alright, I'll admit, I did happen to hear a little tidbit on a future meeting with some Russian group about a certain "item", but that's all, I swear~ I don't even know what the "item" is! Really!"
By now the darkness of the park was growing to a pitch black, lit only by the stars above and what little light was emitted from a dull, flickering street lamp a little ways off. Thankfully their eyes had adjusted to the gloom and it wasn't as hard as what one may have thought to see the figures standing alone together. Izaya knew he was talking a lot and he knew that he was very easily treading on harsh waters, but he was arrogant, and because of that, he wouldn't back down. Confidence, it was all he had at the moment.
Pausing to think over the statement, Shiki stayed silent, before speaking once more. "Orihara-san, despite your claims about not knowing anything, you still knowingly stuck your nose into business that did not concern you. Do you even know why I've requested your being here tonight?" Shiki questioned, his countenance giving no lead way to his intentions.
At this, the raven haired teen grinned, casually lowering his arm closer to his pocket, as his red irises never left the depths of the man in front of him. Hands twitching ever so slightly at his sides, Shiki quickly picked up on this, initiating a quick glance towards his men. At the sudden eye contact, Izaya swiftly brought out his switchblade, flashing it out before him in defense, just as the men took out their guns, aiming at his head.
However at the sudden rising of a hand, all advances towards the agitated man stopped instantly.
"Orihara-san, I suggest you put down that knife now. I don't take too lightly to being threatened."
Shiki spoke, icily.
Said teen's eyes widened immensely. "You threatened? Excuse me Shiki-kun, but I suggest your men kindly put away their guns, I don't like being aimed at." Izaya replied coolly, as he stood on guard.
"Very well then." Eyes never leaving the boy in front of him, Shiki calmly spoke to his men behind him. "Do as he says."
With slightly disgruntled looks, the men obeyed, pocketing their guns. Even with the light sense of security that now flowed over the raven's shoulders, he refused to put down his knife, merely lowering it instead.
"Orihara-san, I'll be blunt, given the circumstances. My request is that you begin working for me, or rather for Awakusu Kai."
". . ." Izaya's face showed genuine surprise, caught off guard by this man. "Excuse me? You want me to work for you? Don't you remember that not too long ago, I spied on your men during a meeting, and then you tried to kill me in a game of Russian Roulette?" The teen was very, truly, stumped at this. 'What in the world?'
"Which is exactly the reason that I let you live. You're going to be paying back your debt to me."
By now Izaya's switch blade lay loosely in his hand at his side, as an incredulous look overtook him. "B-but, even if I were to agree to such a thing, what use would I be? I don't see how I'd have anything to offer you or Awakusu," he stuttered, perplexed.
"Information broker." Shiki replied, simply. "Since you seem to like nosing about so much, I thought it would be a perfect job for you. You have the ambition as well as the mind set to do this. Orihara-san you-"
Suddenly being cut off, Izaya spoke up. "What are you talking about? Shiki-kun, with all due respect, in no way, do I want to have anything to do with the likes of the underground. Sure, I admit, I do enjoy info collecting, but that's for pointless gossip to amuse me, not to get ringed into some sort of-"
In turn, he was cut off, as the annoyed man furrowed his brows. With a snap of his fingers, his two men marched forth in a blur. With no time to react, the teen was pinned to the ground, as a foot came down, crushing his grip on his precious knife. Izaya's eyes swam in panic and mild pain, as he tried in vain to twist and turn out of the men's restricting grasps, to no avail. Crouching low, the Awakusu Kai executive, Shiki, took another puff of his cigarette, as he met his eyes with glaring, defiant red. Exhaling the smoke, he spoke directly to him now.
"Orihara-san, you don't seem to realize the position you are in right now. You're completely defenseless, with no one to help. This isn't a choice that I am giving you. You will work for us, or you will die; It's as simple as that." The man answered in an authoritative voice, putting extra emphasis on the "die" part. Izaya snickered at this. "Die? My, my, Shiki-kun, never would've thought that Awakusu would so readily dirty their hands. It's a shame really. You of all people, I'd have more faith in."
At the conclusion of this sentiment, a powerful kick came down on the teen's shoulder, as a hand reached out and yanked his hair, pulling his head up, involuntarily.
"Scum! You have no right to talk to Shiki-sama like that! Apologize now!"
Izaya merely rolled his eyes at the statement. "Why? I don't see the need to apologize in any way. Shiki-kun is the one-"
"YOU FUCKING BRAT! Are you asking for a death wish?!"
Before the man could do much more, Shiki exhaled the smoke and put a hand up.
"Enough. Give me your gun." He ordered strictly, holding out a hand.
At this command, Izaya's body stiffened slightly, renewing its efforts to escape.
"You wouldn't dare! You're all talk, Shiki-kun!"
Inhaling the nicotine into his system, the white suited man glared straight at the teen, now holding a gun in his hands.
"Orihara-san, I'd be mindful to who you think you're talking to like that. This is the yakuza you're referring to, not some mindless, ignorant brats who think just because they have a gang, that makes them powerful."
At the realization of this man's words, Izaya broke out into a cold sweat, his smirk now faltering for the first time, as it took on a more crooked look. 'He's right. This isn't a game. This is as real as the last time.'
"That may be so, but still, would you really so carelessly gun off someone who could be of use?" Izaya questioned.
Shiki exhaled again, cancerous smoke billowing into the teen's face, causing him to cough profusely.
"That's up for you to decide. But I'll show you that I have no qualms with shooting you, Orihara-san." With that said, the man took off the safety and aimed it at the frozen teenager.
Glaring deep into each other's eyes, a power struggle continued on, before Izaya was the first one to break, a grin etching across his lips out of the blue. 'I was right. This man is interesting.' With this thought in mind, Izaya made his decision and opened up his mouth to speak.
"Very well, Shiki-kun. You win this time around. It would be my pleasure to work for you."
-End chapter-
A.N. Ah, to be honest, I don't care for how I wrote Izaya this chapter, but you gotta remember he's still a teenager here, so not quite fully grown up. I think I just sort of rushed it near the end, but hopefully you all think differently.
Oh and a heads up to you all: The twins will be making an appearance next chapter (yes, I am referring to the Orihara twins).
P.S.- Thank you all for reviewing, faving, and following this story. It makes me really happy to know that people are enjoying it~
And one last thing: well apparently in the drrr wiki, it states that Izaya doesn't begin interacting with the yakuza until he's out of high school, but for this story, I've decided that I'll continue to write in the pretense that he begins his interactions during high school, rather than after.
