hey all, once again i have felt the need to update this a little. sorry for the short fic sometimes i get really tired. i'll try to update again before the end of the week.
Shizuo just finished talk to Celty; she had a job so she left first. After lighting another cigarette, Shizuo decided to go home and just sleep until tomorrow. It was now 8:30pm, somehow he had spent the whole day just walking around Ikebukuro, just watching the people and moving with the crowd. Shizuo took on this blank look, making it look as if he was busy thinking. It was getting just a bit more crowded, so Shizuo decided to take a rarely used road. He had barely noticed the smell, but now it was getting stronger. It was almost like a gut feeling to Shizuo, and all of the time it was like this is was because of Izaya.
"It stinks"
The darkened van was parked at the side of the road. There were 4 people inside of this van; three of them were dressed darkly, while the driver was wearing a hat, he sat there as if he was texting, glancing up every so often. He then moved to start the van; he had noticed that their target was going into a one way street.
The driver and told the others in the back. The driver started thinking of why he was here; he had gotten a couple of broken bones and his wife left him. He felt the bitter rage once he was alone in the hospital and when he was selling the house he had earned. Most importantly when he came back after getting out of the hospital, his wife had visited him the day before his release and he had confessed that he had a gambling problem and borrowed money. She seemed most forgiving, and he felt that he really loved her. That was until he got back to the house and it was empty. Her clothes, his daughters (who had just turned 3 a month before) only his clothes and some items remained.
The driver had felt despair, bathed in it and ate from it. It all seemed right to blame it on someone else, he had to blame it on someone else, but now he accepted it. The driver regretted taking the job.
Everything was prepared and their source was most generous for this information, which was completely free. All of these men held a grudge against the strongest man in Ikebukuro and were willing to get the revenge or payback; all they had to do was follow the informants plan.
The car moved casually into the road, slowing once they were a fairly good distance from the man. They kept going until they seconds away, then the back door slid open and a gun was pointed. And a shot was heard.
Izaya sat there in his chair, watching the streets below. His eyes half opened, he was in his own world. His laptop, desktop and phone was all off. Every light was off and Izaya felt this was more appropriate. It was almost time, he grinned.
After Izaya came back from a little walk, he had forced Namie to go home around 3. Izaya lazed around since then.
"hah" he sighed.
Izaya felt the dullness again. He clenched his teeth. Wishing it would pass and to never come again. He walked towards the kitchen and grabbed out a bottle of green tea. Chugging it until he gasped for breath then he moved back to the living room area. His phone was on the desk; Izaya plucked it up and turned it on. He could not wait anymore, at first he had planned to be completely isolated and wait until tomorrow.
A message was left:
It's done