The new P.A
A/N:- Thank you so much for the reviews.
Eman- I based the whole period thing on five people I knew,so I thought that was normal. But then again it is my family.
The Fujoshi – I tried basing Mikado on the anime version. I agree with you about Kasuka, I've reserved that bit for when he's Shizuka.
Yo- Shizuo doesn't have boobs. He's mainly male, but has the whole should I be a girl or a guy thing going on.
I hope that answers everything so far and on with the story. Enjoy.
Shizuo groaned, yes he could hear the alarm ringing, but today there was no point in getting up. He wasn't in a working mood. What was the point in making sure he was early to avoid Izaya, If he was now stuck with him all day? Instead of smashing the thing, he burrowed under the covers, ignoring it.
"Nii-san, wake up. You're going to be late." Ah, Kasuka was trying to get him up. "If you're late won't you be in more trouble?" But facing the flea? Ugh. Letting out a long sigh, he reluctantly got out of bed, reaching for his cigarettes. "Where are you going nii-san?" The blond rubbed a hand through his hair. "I need a smoke."
He took his time showering and getting dressed, sitting down to eat breakfast with Kasuka. "Nii-san, stop stalling. You're going to be late." The blond groaned, he felt bad letting Kasuka wake him up and drag him out of bed. "I should still make it." Kasuka shook his head. "I'll give you a lift." Shizuo sighed, knowing how stubborn his younger brother could be.
He was already in a bad mood, knowing what was to come. If Izaya was going to be nice, he wouldn't have made him his damn P.A. No, this was another way for the flea to mess with him. Pulling the door open, he got into the passenger seat, pulling his seat belt across. Kasuka closed the door, starting the engine.
"Thank Kasuka, sorry. I'm trying to keep my temper under control." His brother nodded. "It's fine, does your wound hurt any more?" Shizuo shook his head. "Not really, I've had worse." Now the bit, that he really didn't like asking. "Could you pick me some tights? I need to cover it up." Kasuka kept his eyes on the road. "Shiki-san isn't going to be happy with you."
"I have a bad feeling, Karisawa will turn up Friday night." His brother's face was still expressionless. "Did you tell her it was run by yakuza?" Shizuo nodded. "Do you mind if I smoke?" Kasuka shook his head, rolling down the window. Shizuo lit up, inhaling much needed nicotine. "Karisawa, isn't the type to listen."
He had no idea, how it happened. He was running late, Kasuka pulled up the car, the same time Izaya arrived. "So that's Orihara-san?" Shizuo breathed out, taking another drag. "That's the flea." Kasuka stared through the window screen. "I don't like him. There's something about him. Be careful, nii-san."
"I will, see you later Kasuka." He unbuckled his seat belt, opening the door. "Nii-san, you should go and see Kishitani-san about your leg and call mum back." Shizuo climbed out of the car, he knew he wouldn't do either. Closing the door, he crouched so he could see his brother through the open window. "Drive safe, Kasuka." He stepped back, watching him drive away.
When he turned around, Izaya was out of the car watching him. "Good morning, Shizu-chan." Shizuo busied himself, finishing his cigarette. "You really have no manners. You should call me Orihara-san or would you prefer Orihara-sama?" He was still talking? Shizuo put his cigarette out, knowing he was out of time. They walked into the building together, this time he couldn't continue walking, to the safety of his own department.
"Ne, Shizu-chan. You remember the way, right?" Of course he did. He had dreaded every step, yesterday and it was the same today. He followed Izaya into the lift, which most people seemed to avoid. Izaya had a smirk on his face, he was like a kid at a candy store. Shizuo knew he would spend the day doing ridiculous errands.
He was doing a pretty good job at ignoring the flea. The doors opened, Izaya leading them out. He had expected to be put in his own office or the desk outside. No, he wasn't that lucky. Izaya opened the door to his large office, stopping at the desk in the corner. The one he had thought was Namie's desk. Great.
"This is where you will be working, Shizu-chan." In the same room as Izaya? Not a chance. "What about the desk outside?" The flea shook his head, crimson eyes gleaming. "There's a chance you might not hear me. Sit down, Shizu-chan." The small twitch in Izaya's lip, made him guess, he was pushing his luck.
Cursing the flea, crazy teenage brats and camera's, he sat down. The desk was slightly lower than his own, the computer was set, for a short person. It was still set up for Namie. "It'll have to do for now." So he had to sit at a desk, his legs barely fit under? So this was where it started. Finding a more comfortable position, he turned the computer on.
The password screen, came up. He tried his own, sighing when it was rejected. The computer still had Namie's details. He supposed he could ask the flea, but not after he tried everything first. He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. If Izaya wanted to pick at his faults, he wouldn't have any.
He could feel the other's gaze on him. He was waiting for him to screw up. Glancing up, he watched Izaya reach for the speaker. Ugh, here goes the morning speech. Only this time he got to hear it live. "Good morning, my lovely humans. I hope you are having a good day. Work hard and if you have any problems, you can come and see me." Same old, everyone had probably memorised it word for word. He could see Kida, tilt his head, looking serious as he mimicked Izaya. "Or my new P.A Shizu-chan, who will be more than happy to help."
Son of a -. So now the whole company knew he was up here? He felt his phone, vibrate in his pocket. Risking a glance, he saw he had five new messages. All from his work mates. He quickly opened them. The first was from Erika. Shizu-chan are you doing okay up there? Maybe you and Iza-Iza can get together now. He was ignoring that one. He had one from Walker. Good luck.
Another from Mikado. Do you want to meet up at lunch? He smiled at that one, knowing he was still part of the team. The one from Kida, was offensive towards Izaya. He wondered where the teen learnt that kind of language. The last was from Kadota. Have you hit him yet? You have to come at lunch.
"Shizu-chan, no phones in office hours, unless your answering that one." He hadn't realised there was a telephone on his desk. He hated answering calls. He always scared the person on the other end. Shizuo slid the phone back into his pocket. At least he would be away from Izaya, during lunch.
He turned back to the computer, glaring at the login screen. Namie would have chosen her own password, the same as the rest of the staff. What did he know about her? Apart from the fact she hated him and spent every moment glaring at him. No, she was known for being a little too close to her brother. But then again being Izaya's P.A, would she really make her password that easy?
Shizuo typed in Seji's name and clicked login. The hour glass came up, showing he had got it right. He waited until the desktop came up, seeing a wallpaper of the teen. That would have to go. Opening Namie's emails, he tried to figure out what he was doing. "Everything okay, Shizu-chan?" Izaya was smirking at him, watching his every movement.
"If you need the login-" Shizuo cut him off. "I've already logged in." Something flashed across the flea's face, but it was too quick to see. "Not so stupid then, Shizu-chan." So what now? I'm not as dumb as you think. He went back to opening task documents and calendars. He was surprised to see , Namie did her job properly.
"Make me a coffee, Shizu-chan." He was busy concentrating. "Get it yourself." He found a pen and pad in the draw,he could do this. Tapping the pen against the pad, he started making notes. "What was that, Shizu-chan?" What was what? It was then he remembered.
"You're the P.A, you make the coffee. Now, Shizu-chan." Izaya was standing in front of the desk, with that piercing gaze. "Where's the kitchen?" The smirk was back. "Through there." He pointed at the opposite end of the room, returning to his desk. Shizuo made his way, out of the small area. "What do you drink?" Izaya glanced up at him. "Guess."
Damn flea. Guess? He couldn't just tell me? Fine, Izaya most likely liked his things bitter. It was the opposite of his over sweet personality. Shizuo stepped into the kitchen. It was neat and looked like it wasn't used often. The kettle was on the side already plugged in. He filled it up and let it boil. He opened the cupboard above him seeing a number of different cups.
Picking one, he made the coffee, deciding to put milk in. Once the water had boiled, he added it in, stirring. There one coffee. He brought it back to Izaya, placing it on his desk. The flea said nothing as he made his way to sit back down. "You made it in the wrong cup." Shizuo felt his breath stop. "Re-make it Shizu-chan." Seriously? Damn it. Stay calm.
"Which is your cup then?" He held back 'stupid flea.' Izaya opened his draw, taking out a normal china mug. "This one. Be careful, Shizu-chan. I don't want you to break it." Shizuo tried to calm his breathing as he took, both mugs back to the kitchen. He held them over the sink, pouring the coffee from one cup to the other. Bringing the correct one back to the flea.
"I can't drink it. You didn't wash the cup. Re-make it Shizu-chan." At least he hadn't waited until he got back to the small desk. Without arguing, he took the mug, resisting the urge to throw it over the flea. Shizuo filled up the kettle, boiling it again. Emptied the mug and washed it out, before making the coffee. Pouring in the water he stirred it and brought it back to Izaya.
If it had been Shizuka, the cup and kettle would have been thrown at him. But as it was he needed to keep their identities separate, meaning he didn't hold back when he was dressed as her. "Shizu-chan. I don't have milk in mine." Scratch that, she would have thrown him out of the large window. "Re-make it." He was getting sick of those words.
"Anything else wrong with it?" Izaya smirked up at him. "I see you're learning Shizu-chan. No, just the milk." He tried not to smash the cup in his grip, as he went back to the kitchen. Again he filled up the kettle, repeating it step by step. Stirring the now black coffee, he knew it was right. He was allowed a little payback. Opening the sugar pot, he dumped a large spoonful in, letting it sink to the bottom. He took it back to Izaya, placing it in front of him. "Is this one okay?"
He watched Mr god complex look into the cup, taking a small sip. "It's fine. Next time be a bit quicker, Shizu-chan." Shizuo grit his teeth, making his way back to the desk. He went back to organizing his own work, figuring out what he had to do. He didn't glance up as he heard Izaya splutter and cough. "Shizu-chan. You put sugar in it."
He didn't let the smile show on his face, he looked up at Izaya. "How do you have your coffee then?" Izaya sighed, it seemed like he was getting bored of this game as well. "Black, no sugar. Remake it." Shizuo nodded, taking the cup from the desk. From the corner of his eye, he watched Izaya go through his draw, looking for something to get rid of the taste.
Again he boiled the kettle, remaking it. But this time he didn't mind. It was completely worth it. He walked to his desk, giving the flea his coffee first. From what he had figured out. Namie took calls, made appointments, while doing anything else Izaya asked for.
The first thing he did was delete the disturbing notes, she had typed up about Seji. The next was to change the wallpaper. He found an image of a cute white kitten and saved it. Shizuo re-arranged the layout, so it was similar to his system. He was ready to go.
"Shizu-chan, I'm bored." Is this what Namie had to put up with? He hated to even think it, but he was starting to feel sorry for her. Shizuo ignored him. He could feel that gaze on him again. He heard sound coming from the wall beside him. Izaya was watching the cctv. "Shizu-chan, look, lets see what the admin department is up to."
Izaya pressed a button on the control, the bigger screen, showing his department. You couldn't see Tom's office, but the two tables were in perfect view. It looked like he had destroyed the wrong camera. Erika was excited again, swinging around in her chair. "Come on, Dotachin." Now he felt like he was spying on them. "Shizuo said the club was run by yakuza, we should stay clear."
This was how the conversations usually went. Erika would realize she couldn't get around Kadota and try everyone else. "What about you, Mikapon?" Shizuo sighed. Mikado was easily interested, he knew he would go along with Erika and Kida would join them. "That doesn't sound like work." Izaya was staring at the screen. "What about you, Walker? You want to risk the big bad yakuza and come to Artic? It will be like a manga."
He didn't continue listening. Walker would agree with Karisawa, as he always would. He either needed to convince them not to go, get out of work that day or put his acting skills to the test. Either way it seemed they would be meeting Shizuka. He glanced over at Izaya, who was still staring at the screen.
"Ne, Shizu-chan. Have you been to Artic before?" The blond looked over at him. Izaya's full attention was now on him. "No." Crimson eyes were trying to see through him. "Why did you tell them it was run by yakuza?" This was bad, his two lives were becoming dangerously close. "It was a rumour I heard. I was advised to stay clear of the place." Izaya nodded, looking back at the cctv. Was he happy with that answer? Did he believe him?
It was finally twelve o'clock. "I'm going on lunch now." Izaya smirked. "Said who?" No, he couldn't keep him up here. "My contract. I'll see you in an hour." Without another word, he let the door close behind him. This was his time.
He pulled out his phone, texting Kadota. Shizuo met them at the entrance, before they crossed to the café. "So, Shizu-chan. How was Iza-Iza?" Shizuo couldn't help scowl. "Annoying the same as his voice." Erika squealed. "But now you two-" She didn't get to finish the rest of her sentence. Kadota placed a hand over her mouth, while Kida dragged her forward. "Please, don't talk about that bastard. We're about to eat. However if you want to talk about women, then that's another story."
They gathered around the table, Kida next to Mikado, Erika next to Walker and Kadota next to him. "He made you make him coffee? And you didn't hit him?" Erika squealed loudly, making everyone turn to face her. "Oops. Dotachin did you know about Shizu-chan? His strength is amazing." Kadota lowered his head, sharing a glance with him. "Don't tell anyone Karisawa." Kadota nodded in agreement.
"You need to ask for a bigger desk. What if you hurt yourself, with all the bending?" Shizuo grabbed another chip from his plate. "It's only temporary. I think if I ask the flea for anything, it'll make it worse." Erika shuffled out from her space. "I need a milkshake. Anyone else?"
"Strawberry please." Erika took everyone else's orders and went to the counter. "There were two cameras." Kadota didn't seem surprised. "Izaya was watching us then?" Shizuo nodded. "They have sound as well. Karisawa is still planning on going Friday." Shizuo felt his phone in his pocket vibrate. It was his mother again. "You know what it's like stopping her."
Yes he did, which was another reason he didn't want her there. His phone stopped vibrating, he gave a sigh of relief. "Shizu-chan, Dotachin." Erika stood with a tray in her hand, handing them their milkshakes. "Thanks, Karisawa-san." Mikado took the milkshake from her. "I'm going to miss you guys." Erika placed the tray on the table, throwing her arms around the teen. "Mikapon is so cute."
Kida grinned. "Don't worry Mikado, if we can't get you laid, you'll always have Karisawa-san." Walker's eyebrow twitched, glancing between the two. Mikado blushed, while the younger blond laughed. "No, wait. You have Anri-chan." The blush deepened. Erika's eyes lit up. "Oh, you have a girlfriend?" Shizuo and Kadota let Erika tease him. At least she was focused on someone else.
The hour passed quickly and then lunch was over, all of them returning to their work stations. Shizuo stopped at the lift, while the others carried on walking. "Shizu-chan is finally back." He sighed as he closed the door. Hearing Izaya's voice made him feel irritated and tired at the same time. "Coffee, Shizu-chan." You have got to be kidding.
One made cup of coffee later, he was sitting at his desk, waiting for Izaya to moan about it. "Ne, Shizu-chan. Did you go to the hospital?" Why was he asking about it? "It's been dealt with." The flea looked like he was going to say something else. "What?" Izaya smirked. "We really need to teach you some manners, Shizu-chan."
"I'm bored, Shizu-chan." Ugh. He wasn't getting any work done. He had come to the conclusion, Izaya was an overgrown kid, with a god complex. "Do your work then, fl-" He quickly cut himself off before he finished the sentence. "Ne, Shizu-chan. Your strength..." Ah, trust Izaya to choose, such a touchy subject. "It's not like a normal human, maybe you're a monster."
"Is Shizu-chan a monster? That's why you destroyed my camera?" Forget it. Kadota and Kasuka would have to forgive him this one time. Izaya was sitting on the edge of the desk, looking straight through him. "What do you want? You damn flea?" Izaya's eyes widened slightly, before the usual smirk was back. "That's not nice, Shizu-chan."
"What did I tell you about names?" Shizuo grit his teeth. This was going to end badly. "What do you want? Flea-san." He heard laughter echo through his ears. Izaya was laughing at him. "You really are a protozoan, Shizu-chan." The flea leaned forward. "I told you I was bored, you wouldn't answer me." The blond glared up at him. "You piss me off. Why would I answer you?" Izaya stepped back, still smirking. "Is that so? Well I'm your boss, Shizu-chan. I didn't think you'd act like such a girl."
The flimsy restraint he had snapped. Unknowingly, Izaya had said the worst thing possible. He picked up the small desk, with the computer and phone still connected, the wires from each pulling tight. The damn flea was smiling. There was a loud crash, as the table hit the wall on the other side. While the computer and phone, dropped to the floor.
"Thanks, Shizu-chan. I needed to get rid of those. Your new ones will be here tomorrow. Wait. What? "If you need me to sign you up for anger management classes, let me know." Izaya relaxed at his desk, spinning his chair. "Once you've tidied up, you can leave for the day." He stood there speechless as Izaya stood back up. "I'm going to see what my lovely humans are doing. See you tomorrow, Shizu-chan." What...just happened?
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