Chapter 3: Let's talk. Believe it or not, it accomplishes things
Izaya – no, Kanra – found herself in the gynecologist's office. She was lying down on the bed, waiting patiently for the doctor. This was terribly awkward. Izaya didn't find many things awkward. Actually, the informant was shameless enough to not really view anything as awkward. This was pushing boundaries. Someone was going to be looking at private…things. There was a feeling bubbling in her stomach and made her feel nauseous.
What the hell were they going to do to her?
The informant knew a lot of what went on during these procedures. Mairu and Kururi would not stop describing in detail on what went on behind a gynecologist's closed doors. Shinra also never stopped ranting about the things he learned about medicine, including about what's between a person's legs.
There was something about this whole gyno visit that made Izaya extremely nervous. She was naked under the thin and open hospital robe. Actually it felt like someone draped paper over her. And it was so cold. Her whole body including her breasts was tense and her aching muscles were tight with tension. The informant was constantly sitting up, shifting and looking around. Her hands never stopped adjusting the paper robe around her.
Izaya felt exposed. The bright light in the room didn't help. It allowed her to see everything and, in return, the watcher would be able to see as well. Paranoia creeped its long thin fingers under Izaya's skin. Seeping in with it was a bone chilling temperature. A shudder ran through the girl. Izaya quickly hopped off the bed, looking around for someone watching.
"I need to leave."
The door squeaked open and a busty blonde walked into the room. She gave Izaya a curious brow.
"OriharaKanra?"
"Uuhhh... Yes." Izaya answered. It was a quick lapse in her brain, before the informant grew somewhat calm. The presence of someone else managed to sooth her for some reason. Izaya hated being alone so much. An informant was used to the hustle and bustle of the city and its inhabitants. Every day, there were millions of people and Izaya loves their company, even from afar. Being in a white, exposing room, with an anonymous judged that didn't exist always managed to fry Izaya's nervous. It reminded him too much of the quiet childhood she had. She loved being around her humans...
"You're here for the severe cramps and fevers, right?" The woman said, oddly eyeing Izaya.
Kanra felt a little embarrassed. Not because she had been having what was apparently a woman's period, but passing out after a small fight and then having that protozoan save her... No. Izaya was not owing Shizuo anything. Sure, Shizuo may not think anything of it. He was just saving a damsel in distress, but no way in hell was Orihara Izaya, man or woman, was owing Heiwajima Shizuo anything!
"Yes." Kanra laughed, faking happiness. "It was pretty awful." That wasn't a joke. He kinda understood why Namie was a bitch now.
"Though uncommon, many women suffer from these types of symptoms during their period. This just start?" the doctor asked.
"Umm... Yes...?" Kanra answered, unsure.
The blonde doctor gave her raised an eyebrow again. "Well, that is a little concerning. We should give you a pelvic exam and maybe even an x-ray."
"..."
"Orihara-san, have you ever been to a gynecologist?" The blonde doctor asked. When Izaya didn't answer, that itself was an answer. "Do you mind a pelvic exam? You know, like looking inside of the vagina?"
Again that look on Izaya's face just said everything.
"Well, I suggest a birth control shot. You'll only have your period and its symptoms only 3 times a year." The doctor sighed. A 24 year old woman who have never been to a gynecologist...
"...yeah. Let's do that," Kanra replied.
0o0o0o0
Kanra was a strong girl. Shizuo had heard some rumors about her. They referred to her as a fighter and one guy even said 'just keep your dick away from thatgirl'.
That night that they had met again, there was something wrong with her. She could see it in the way she had moved. As fluid as it was, there was something off with it. He had seen those exact moves before. Kanra and Izaya were clearly trained by the same person. Which made sense since they were family... She had looked so pale when he had taken her to the hospital…
"...wonder what's wrong with her..." Shizuo mumbled, a cigarette between his lips.
A number of taps and Celty held up her PDA. "Who are you talking about?"
"Kanra. Izaya's cousin. You know, I didn't know Izaya had a cousin that looks exactly like him." The blonde answered, sucking a puff of the cigarette. "She fights like that flea."
"...you'll find that she's a lot more like Izaya than you think." Celty replied, worried.
"Hmmm..." Shizuo hummed.
"Pay her no mind, Shizuo." Celty typed hurriedly. "She'll be gone soon."
"...I want to know why Izaya left. He's hatching something." Shizuo answered. Then, a rock hit the Fortissimo of Ikebukuro's temple. It was a well-aimed pebble. Both Celty and Shizuo turned to glare at the idiot with the death wish.
Kanra was bouncing another pebble in her hands. She had a sharp grin on her lips. The headless rider immediately felt concerned. She could sense the anger in the blonde bartender. Still, the ravenette just stood with her feet planted firmly on the ground. A rough sound vibrated through Shizuo's chest.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Shizuo growled, glaring at the black haired woman. Kanra just shrugged, it was Izaya's shrug accompanied with a smirk. Then, she just threw another impressively aimed pebble at the bartender. "Hey!"
"It's so much fun to mess with you, Shizu-chan." Kanra laughed.
"You throw rocks at me after I save your ass!" Shizuo's whole body was tensed as he walked up the black haired girl. The bartender only stopped when his forehead was against her's. The vein on his temple was throbbing and his muscles felt tight. It was as if every tissue inside him was gearing up for a fight. He stared down into reddish-brown eyes. "...why did this feel so familiar?"
Kanra just had that sly grin. "Izaya was right. You are a beast. Getting territorial, Shizu-chan?"
"Don't call me that!" Shizuo yelled in reply. Kanra shrugged. The blonde had to cringe. The way she moved was so much like Izaya... It pissed him off! Suddenly, Kanra swung her arm up in a slashing motion. The Fortissimo of Ikebukuro instinctively jumped back. He did a quick scanwhether or not she had gotten him. Nope, no slashes. He growled. "You little-"
She ran away, weaving expertly in the crowd. Of course without thinking, Shizuo dashed after her. The two of them disappeared into the mass crowd of Ikebukuro.
o0o0o0o
Celty found herself freaking out. She sent a text to Shinra, telling him the situation. She called her bike over. It was only across the busy street and as her horse tried to cross, a van almost plowed into it. The dullahan would scream in shock if she could. Celty just knew she was about to get arrested by the cops! She bet that the people in the van had freaked and called the police.
"Yo! Black rider!" Kyohei called from the front passenger seat. "You shouldn't pull that kinda of stunt or -"
"Oh my god!"
"This is so cool!"
"It's the black rider!" Walker and Erika squealed from the back.
"Shut up, you two!" Saburo yelled, a little angry. He had almost injured his precious van!
"Hey, what's wrong?" Kyohei asked, obviously seeing Celty's distress.
Celty typed with hyper speed. "Have you seen Shizuo? He was chasing Izaya! I mean Izaya's cousin... Kanra!"
"Yeah... Actually we did." Kyohei answered. "He was chasing a pretty cute girl. It was bothering me trying to figure out who she looked like..."
"Are you kidding, Dotachin!?" Erika shouted. "She looks like genderbent Izaya!" Her eyes had a sudden sparkle that made Celty cringe. She saw the slow shake of Kyohei's head. "Yuma! How cool would it be if Izaya got turned into a girl and Shizuo didn't know! And Shizuo was totally into her!"
"That would never happened..." Celty replied. "I'm pretty sure Shizuo would hate Izaya as a female or male. Anyway, where did you see them last?"
"They were going towards Russia Sushi." Kyohei answered. Celty thanked him before texting the information to Shinra.
I'll meet you there. Maybe I can talk some sense into those two.-Shinra.
With a nod, the headless rider took off to stop Shizuo from wrecking the city.
o0o0o0o
Izaya grinned when she spotted the zip of blonde hair on her heels. She kinda missed this. A little. It had been while she had a guy chasing about her tail without wanting it. Spotting the baby blue and white banner of Russia Sushi, she speed up. Shizuo kept up with her. In fact, he was almost about to grab her fur hood when she stopped and turned in one swift movement. Shizuo almost ate the pavement at her dodge.
"Shizuo! And Shizuo's lady friend!" Simon hollered a greeting. "Welcome! Are you fighting? No fighting! Fighting bad! Eat sushi instead."
"Yeah, Shizu-chan." Kanra teased. "I wasn't trying to pick a fight."
"Liar." Shizuo growled, huffing. "You tried to stab me!"
Kanra took her hands out her pocket and waved them. "I have nothing."
"Liar!"
"You're welcome to search me, Shizu-chan." A grin and the ravenette purposely made her voice a little husky. "…in all the nook and crannies that I could have hidden a little flick blade in." Kanra grinned. The red that rose across on the blonde's face was worth the sexual innuendo. The Fortissimo of Ikebukuro was instantly turned into a blushing virgin. He wiped his face in a sad attempt at hiding the blush.
"…shut up…" Shizuo grumbled. "What the hell do you want?"
"I just don't like owing people." Kanra replied. "You said I owed you food."
"…huh?"
"Sushi's on me." She said. The information broker turned to Simon. "Just put everything on my tab Simon. I'll be back to get some otoro later. Enjoy yourself, Shizu-chan."
Kanra turned around and showed her back to him. She had no intention of eating with Shizuo. The information broker just wanted to repay a debt she owed the protozoan. The ravenette was skipping away when she was roughly pulled back and lifted up. Her toes were just scraping the ground.
Shizuo was holding her like a cat. She tried to struggle against the hold but her arms were trapped in the sleeves of her jacket. The blonde gave his attention to Simon while Kanra was wiggling against his grip. "Can we get a table for two near the back?"
"I don't want to eat with you…" Kanra replied.
"Too bad. You owe me." Shizuo said, gruffly.
o0o0o0o
It was strange sitting down with who maybe a dangerous foe. Shizuo ate slowly, chewing a raw piece of salmon. Kanra was watching him with reddish-brown eyes, identical to Izaya's. Her hair was even styled the same, though it was it had been as short as Izaya's when they had first met. It was odd, because even her build was the same, thin. Her clothes were similar to Izaya's, but they tailored for a female body. She was wearing the flea's coat too.
"Why do you dress like him?" Shizuo asked.
"How do you know he doesn't dress like me?" Kanra grinned slyly. The blonde just glared in return. She shrugged. "If you're just going to glare at me, why invite me to eat sushi?"
Shizuo watched her for a moment. He was having a hard time finding differences between Izaya and Kanra. There was two big differences, 1. Izaya was a guy and Kanra was a girl 2. Izaya would rather die than sit with him for sushi. The blonde wasn't going to deny those few times that Simon made the two of them eat sushi together in their Raijin days, but Shizuo didn't nearly hate Izaya as much in those days than he did now. That flea had gotten him falsely arrested after Raijin...
"Well, I'll get going now since you don't seem to be interested in talking. But to be honest, I'd rather die than talk to you." Kanra said, going to get up. Away from him.
-oh, well, scratch number 2 off that list. Shizuo growled, "You even don't know me. Doesn't it seem unfair for you to judge me based on someone else's ideas?"
Kanra's back was facing him. She had stopped walking. "Why are you so adamant about talking to me? I'm Izaya's cousin. Wouldn't it be smart to judge me as a foe?"
"I don't exactly like the twins. They're always trying to get me to help them meet Kasuka, but I don't hate them. I just don't know them." Shizuo replied, carefully. "If I'm asking you not to judge me based Izaya, I would be hypocritical of me to judge you based on him." There was a deathly silent moment. Kanra was obviously thinking about his proposal.
"Clean slates, that's what you're saying?" She finally replied after a pregnant pause. He nodded. The ravenette sighed and then sat down again. "Alright. What do you want to talk about? Hopefully not mine or Izaya's fashion sense. Also, I want to play a game. You ask one question, I ask one. Simon! Can I get an order of otoro!" The Russian, who had been passing by, nodded. He threw them both a smile.
"Fine." Shizuo agreed. "What's Izaya up to?"
"You have a strange obsession with my cousin's work." Kanra said, before she sighed. "He's gathering information for the yakuza. I don't know anything else."
"He's an idiot for a guy who claims to be so smart." Shizuo grumbled. "You aren't lying, are you?"
Kanra looked taken aback by the question. "You'll never know. Now, answer my question. Why did you try to help me when those guys were bothering me? Do you have a weird kink with saving 'damsels in distress?'"
It was Shizuo's turn to look surprised. That was a strange question. Honestly… his reason was… "When I was a kid, as you probably know, I kept having broken bones."
"Yeah. You're body wasn't made to hold the kind of unrestrained strength that you have." Kanra agreed.
"Well, everyone was scared of me." Shizuo explained. "Me and Kasuka would always walk back home through the same route every day. There was this lady that owed a shop. One day, she noticed that I had a broken arm and gave me and Kasuka some milk. She gave us some weird explanation about milk makes bones stronger or something. Anyway, she was… Everyone stayed away from me, but she showed…"
"Kindness." Kanra finished for him.
Shizuo nodded. He was getting awful flashbacks from his childhood now. He wasn't really sure why he was telling this to Izaya's cousin of all people. There was something about Kanra that reminded him of himself. She was an almost complete clone of Izaya and he hated that, but at the same time, he recognized a weird feel he got from Kanra.
It was similar to the feel he got from the louse… The feeling that something about this person was so abnormal. That Kanra was weird, like him.
"Are you going to answer the question, Shizu-chan?"
"Oh. Yeah. Just thinking." The blonde cleared his throat. "But one day, there were some guys ganging up on the lady in her shop. I was so furious… I didn't realize I'd fucked up until it was done. I got the lady in the shop hurt. So I guess I just really have something against men harassing women, because of that incident."
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Izaya just stayed silent for a moment and watched the blonde recall some memories. She watched the emotions fly through brown eyes. The informant felt suddenly uneasy. There was something incredibly wrong with this picture. The story that Shizuo had just shared had managed to shock Izaya. It was mostly because she hadn't had prior knowledge of the situation the blonde had been in, but there was something else.
Sure, Izaya had heard stories from various people about odd things happening to Shizuo during his childhood. But hearing it from the Fortissimo of Ikebukuro's mouth was something else. There was this odd feeling in Izaya's chest. The informant had felt it before. It was the exact feeling she had gotten when she first met Shizuo.
Izaya blinked. She didn't particularly like the heaviness in her chest. The informant went back to watching Shizuo. Her eyes landed on his.
It was like a spark.
It was like a spark when they had first met. There was an odd tension in the air that way. Shizuo was already mad when they had met. There was an undeniable negative atmosphere when they had first met in their Raijin years. The spark between the two of them was influenced by the situation and the environment that they had met in. It burned and boiled. The spark back then was out of control and fueled into a raging flame.
But this spark between them now. It was something else.
…it was an understanding.
