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This takes place right before Izaya goes to Shizuo and tells him how his client said he had an obsession. In other words: "the flashback".
The clock was a little after twelve in the afternoon and the sun was shining on the sky. The informant and his client were at the informant's apartment. The client had just arrived and was now sitting on the couch while Izaya was about to serve him something to drink. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the picture, yet.
"What would you like to drink? Coffee or tea perhaps?" the black-haired man questioned as he stood a little further away from his client.
"Coffee, please," was the short answer.
"Coffee it is then." Izaya's gaze, as he poured the coffee into the cup carefully, slowly fell onto his client. The man was very tall and had short brown hair. His eyes were like a killer's or a soldier's. He didn't seem like a person who talked much and even when he had arrived and they greeted the man just said "nice to meet you". What could he possibly want to know and from whom?
Izaya walked over to his client with two cups of coffee and placed one of them in front of his client and the other across the table to where he sat. He had a tray placed on the table with sugar and milk.
"So… I'm assuming you want to get into business without small talk?"
"You are as sharp as the say."
Izaya couldn't help the usual smugly smirk from forming on to his face, "Thank you." Izaya watched the man take a sip from the coffee. He looked right back with a blank expression and then with a blink he lowered his gaze. Izaya did not know his name yet for the man hadn't told it to him yet for some reason. Not that he minded. He could always find it out easily. "So what do you want to know from this person Mr…?"
"Yoshimura."
"Yes, Mr. Yoshimura" Izaya nodded and leaned against the couch. "…What do want to know?" he repeated and was pleased and a little surprised to see how the man's eyes suddenly seemed to get a new light to them. This was the reaction he had wanted.
"Everything. I want to know…" he kept a pause, opened his hands almost majestically, "Everything! Everything you know."
"Oh?" Izaya chuckled and inspected his client. He changed so quickly! "And who's the person you want it from?"
"Shizuo Heiwajima."
Izaya's smirk disappeared and he sighed heavily; again a person who wanted information about Shizu-chan? Izaya could feel how his excitement died down. He frowned a little and looked out of the window across the room. Why was it that everyone wanted to know about Shizuo? Did they not understand he was a monster, a protozoan? And Shizuo was simple to understand if you just watched him for a while. For example: he likes sweets things. But then again he wasn't easy to understand because he always seemed to surprise you in every way. But that hadn't anything to do with this. Izaya started to think if he had to warn or tell his clients about the fact that he did not tell anything about Shizuo, from now on. It was enough if he knew something about him. "I know this might be a little late to say this but-"
"I'll pay anything! And if you want I will even do something for you; I'll be your servant for a while; I'll do the dirty work for you! Just give me all you know about him..." The man talked rather loudly, making Izaya a little startled.
"…Why do you want information about him?" And Izaya wondered in his head: "Why do these humans want the information about him so badly? I understand if they want to write about him but this man is not from a magazine or a newspaper."
"Because I want to beat him no matter how I do it!" the man snorted and looked at Izaya with a gaze that told him he was serious. "So please tell me everything!"
"No" Izaya replied blankly.
The clients seemed a bit taken aback "Why?"
Izaya sighed and got up. And here he thought he had an interesting and fun client for once. "I've told this to a few people asking about Shizu-chan already, and I'll tell it again: I'm not giving any information about him to anyone."
"But why? I know about your hate towards him but still…!"
"If that was fully the case then don't you think I'd give his information happily to anyone?" Izaya didn't like the conversation and where it was going anymore.
"Then what is the reas-"
"No one needs to know him better than I do!" Izaya stated and turned himself to look at his client, who looked displeased – this did not surprise Izaya at all. "I'm not trying to be mean or… unprofessional but his information is mine and mine alone."
"…I see… But surely you have a prize for the information…! Everything has a prize!"
Izaya could only snort. How thick in the head was this man? "It has none, sorry. Shizu-chan's information is… it's just as I already said: mine."
"But I want the information! I'll pay! I even get him for you if you wanted! Dead or alive-"
"Yoshimura-san…" the black-haired informant's voice was almost dripping with irritation. Could the man not see the situation? He told him no already. "The information that I have belongs to me. Therefor I will not give any information about anything if I so choose."
"Obsessed!" the man stated and huffed. This took Izaya by surprise.
"Excuse me?"
"You are obsessed with him!" he huffed, "No wonder you won't give any information about him!" The brown-haired man got up as well and gave Izaya a glare. "Getting information about him and then not sharing it with anyone, stalking him – yes I've heard! It was like everyone said! Obsessed!"
Izaya didn't want to listen to it anymore. Something as outrageous as that... "It seems like you have to leave now, Yoshimura-san."
"So this is how you treat your clients?!"
That was the last thing he said before Izaya had enough – more than enough. His movements were quick: taking a few steps forward and taking a small knife from somewhere secret, Izaya soon was in front of his persistent client, holding the knife on his throat. "Yeah, I treat my clients as I want to. After all, they need my help, right? They are dependent on me and my information, aren't they?"
Eyes glaring at Izaya the man looked angry and beaten. He huffed and mumbled, "Fine. Keep your information," and when Izaya let him go he began to head towards the door.
"…" The informant watched the man walk towards the door. He bit his lip slightly and then without really thinking about it, he said after the brunette man: "And I'm not obsessed with him! Because that would mean I care about him some way!"
Izaya heard a very sarcastic snort, "you are obsessed nevertheless." And before Izaya could make him take back those words the man was gone, leaving Izaya feel disturbed and angry.
He walked to his desk and taped a key of his keyboard making the sleeping computer wake up. Izaya noticed someone at the top of the stairs. This person was no other than Namie.
"Were you watching that just now?"
"Can't say I wasn't."
"He was an obsessed person, wasn't he?" As Izaya talked he clicked the camera icon on his desktop. He then opened the cameras that began to load a video.
"Not really… I've seen worst" she kept a pause which made Izaya look at her.
"What is it?"
"But he was right." Izaya waited for her to continue. During these few seconds the cameras began to show the blondes apartment. It was empty. Shizuo must have gone to work already. "You are pretty much obsessed with him…"
"Please stop with that, Namie-san! It isn't funny." Izaya gave a smile that told her to shut up. A very common smile between the two.
"Hmph… maybe" and she turned around and went back to his work or so Izaya guessed.
The raven haired man couldn't stop thinking about his ex-client's or his secretary's words. Something as ridiculous as that… "Why is everyone bullying me today? I haven't done anything!" He whined like a child. "I mean even Shizu-chan would say that's ridiculous! It pisses me off!" He groaned and huffed and opened the chat. There were only few people, who were talking about 'normal things', so the irritated informant decided not to chat.
A few seconds passed.
"…Even Shizu-chan knows it's ridiculous...!" Izaya bolted up, took his fur coat and left the apartment without a second thought.
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Shizuo stared blankly at Izaya. He didn't know how he was supposed to react to that. Know him better than anyone else? The idea sounded ridiculous – yes. And he was certain that if things went down to that hell would freeze. On the other hand Izaya was Izaya and he wouldn't be surprised if the flea fell in love with a raccoon and married it (just saying: everything was possible if it was Izaya; Shizuo was an optimist on that part).
Shizuo snorted. "Yeah, I guess that's true! After all a flea like you…" he said and then gritted his teeth as he looked back into Izaya's eyes, "a flea like you can't be obsessed with anything else but itself and how it's going to survive!" Shizuo grunted and then charged towards Izaya, his fist raised high above his head, ready to beat the living hell out of the informant.
It just stirred him up so much. To hear Izaya ask him something like that just made him angry – or not angry, irritated. He had no idea why. Because it was, in a way, a normal question. The blonde just somehow hated how Izaya wanted to hear the answer from him. He got confused over thinking like this and being confused made him angry. The rest everyone can deduce themselves.
The punch was expected and so it missed. The ex-bartenders fist met with the wall making a crack appear on it. This made him huff in irritation.
"Shizu-chan… You know, I'm not in the mood for fighting right now plus I have work to finish, so… I'm going to take my leave." And while talking Izaya slowly began to walk backwards still observing Shizuo and his glare that was dedicated to him. Izaya smirked at the thought. Shizuo's attention was fully his, again. It always was, wasn't it? Like this… "But I don't think that will slow you down…" he added as Shizuo smirked and began to walk towards him dangerously. A familiar, pleasurable thrill went down Izaya's spine.
"No, it won't…" And so Shizuo earner a smirk back before the chase began again.
This time Izaya actually tried to get the blonde away from himself using his parkouring skills, alleys and their corners. It took him a while but in the end he did succeed by hiding behind a corner. Shizuo ran past him and like this let Izaya ran to the other direction. He found another alley to hide. Hoping that the protozoan wouldn't find him, he pressed himself against the brick wall.
Izaya tried to calm his breath. He lifted his gaze from the ground to the darkening sky. Clouds were gathering together and soon the sun was behind them too, hiding itself. This made Izaya sigh. He had never been so fond of the rain. The rain made his clothes and hair wet, which wasn't comfortable at all. Though he had to admit that sometimes the rain wasn't so bad, maybe like today?
Izaya's attention was soon captured by a voice in the distance. It sounded like a roar and the more Izaya concentrated on it the more obvious the sound was: Shizuo was roaring his name. This made Izaya chuckle and suddenly he felt very… out of character. The informant frowned. "What is this…?" he mumbled and sighed as he realized was it was. "I'm feeling sentimental?" The dark-haired man almost scoffed. He had almost forgotten this 'other reason' why he didn't like the rain so much… It was too calm for him.
A rain that was just rain: no stormy wind or no trees flying around. The calm felt too unreal to him. Even the people hurried away from the streets inside, usually, which changed the atmosphere on the outside more. The less people there were the less happened. Izaya wasn't interested in that. He liked action. His own apartment was a different thing. It was his home. But the outside world…things were meant to happen there! Calmness wasn't an option. And yet, somehow, it managed to slip and conquer through the rain.
Would it be like that too with the protozoan? Did he calm down by the rain too? Did the blonde just suddenly calm down from all his rage by the rain – just halt and stop everything?
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A raindrop hit Shizuo's face suddenly, making him see the suddenly dark sky. "Tch… They didn't say anything about a rain in the news…" he muttered quietly and took a deep breath.
"Hey, Shizuo!" A familiar voice called out. "Don't just run off like that…" It was Tom who, apparently, had tried to catch up to Shizuo.
"Yeah, sorry… But the flea was there…"
"You mean Izaya?" Tom said and took a deep breath. He could still remember how the two of them were sleeping at the park next to each other without a problem on the bench… It was slightly disturbing. Who could have ever guessed that something like that would happen?
"Yeah" the blonde sighed and then took his glasses out of his pocket and put them on. "He interrupted my break, sort of."
"I see... How?" Tom couldn't help but to mentally slap himself from asking a thing like that and tensed when his work partner turned to look at him while raising his eyebrow. Tom didn't blame him. He usually kept distance from the rival/enemy thing all together. But now that he had seen something like that he couldn't help but to feel curious.
"Well… Just asking stupid questions and annoying me…"
It started to rain heavier.
"I see… Well we still have to go to a few people and then head back to the boss. I know it's raining but work is work." Tom couldn't help it but he did feel a little disappointed. He didn't know why – he was happy that the normal setting (Shizuo and Izaya being enemies and fighting) hadn't been broken – but still… Or maybe he wanted it to broken? He would support his partner no matter what choices he might make. Though the thought of Shizuo and Izaya being something else than enemies was something he couldn't find himself able to imagine.
"Rain is nothing though I would like an umbrella," the blonde answered and took a cigarette from his cigar box. "I can't smoke without cover."
"Let's go and get ourselves ones then, huh?" The brown-haired one smiled and got a nod from the blonde. They headed for the nearest shop that had umbrellas.
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Shizuo was one of the few people on the streets. It was raining heavily now. The air was filled with the light scent of rain and the normal scent of Ikebukuro. The blonde was still wearing his blue sun glasses. Though, they suited him so well that he didn't look silly at all with them on in the heavily pouring rain. He held an umbrella in his right hand, and his left hand was in his pocket. The rain was making Shizuo feel sensitive. Well, not maybe sensitive but… calm. Well, at least he felt calm while walking down the street, heading towards the familiar store not so far away from his apartment.
Shizuo wasn't a person who looked to his feet while walking. He looked forward or then, like he did now, he looked to the sky. Nothing interesting was there down on the streets so why would he look down? Shizuo stopped when he arrived to a big crossing. He saw Celty not far away from himself so he walked to her, crossing the street as he did.
"What are you doing here, Celty?"
The woman dressed in black quickly typed to her device, 'Oh hi Shizuo! I'm sorry about that thing I said earlier…' She almost looked awkward even though her facial expression was not seen. 'I had no idea it was Izaya! I really didn't!'
Shizuo shrugged now remembering her words.
"Did you… Shizuo did you maybe-" He didn't want to think about it. But… just remembering her words and seeing Izaya's calm face… "Shizuo that's called a crush! You have a crush on that person!" Shizuo sighed and frowned, a little angry at himself from bringing the disturbing and ridiculous thought/memory back. "Don't worry about it."
'So you're not angry? Is it really alright?' Celty seemed nervous. Shizuo was happy about this for some reason.
He nodded, "Yeah. I'm not angry or anything. So rest assured."
'I'm so glad! I felt so bad after it…' Celty kept a pause and Shizuo took out a cigarette with his one hand skilfully. 'Can I say something? I don't want to make you… angry or anything. I just feel like I want to tell my opinion to someone. I know you're a bad target or… No – that's not what I mean. I just want to tell you what I think. Would that be alright?'
Shizuo nodded as he lit his cigarette, "I think it's just fine. Although… what is it about that you wanna tell me?"
'Well… It's a about Izaya.' She then made many hand movements and typed quickly before Shizuo had time to react: 'But let me just make something clear here! I don't' trust him at all, almost. I don't like him, basically.'
Shizuo gave her a small smile or a grin "always happy to hear that from someone. Okay, what is it?"
'I've been thinking… And just don't take this the wrong way!' She looked like she took a deep breath and then typed for a moment before showing Shizuo her thoughts: 'Izaya is kind of the only one who tolerates your… strength, correct? And I have been thinking about my friends a lot these days and this thought crossed my mind about you many times and…' She typed for a while again, 'Do you think you'll find someone like him? You told me once when we were talking that no one will love you because they're all scared of you... So…do you think you will ever find a person similar to him? A person who's not afraid of you…?' Celty tensed up a little when Shizuo looked away from the screen of her device after reading. It was like she regretted what she just told her blonde friend. Shizuo didn't judge her. He wasn't angry at her either.
"… Celty…" he breathed out after taking a smoke but was cut off by the helmet-headed woman, again.
'I didn't mean to sound rude! For example I'm not so scared of you! I respect you, actually. Though I love Shinra…' After writing this Shizuo opened his mouth to say something. Though, he didn't know what to say. All in all his friend's thoughts had made him a bit speechless. 'You can tell me if I went too far!' She added and "looked" down.
Shizuo was quiet for a moment. He hadn't known that Celty had thought so much about him. He knew she considered him as a friend but… It made him happy. And because he was happy he let himself smile a little for her, "I'm happy." He admitted with a mumbled making Celty look at him with a flinch.
'Shizuo…?'
"It's nothing. I'm just happy you thought about me, sorry. And I'm not mad or angry at you," which was a surprise. He sighed and felt better somehow. "And I don't know… Maybe someday there will be someone for me. Maybe there won't. Either way I think I'll survive."
'I'm glad.' Celty would have probably smiled if she had a head, 'And I'm sure you'll find someone! Maybe that person is around the corner already!'
"Let's hope that then." Shizuo agreed and began to walk slowly away from his friend. "See you, Celty."
And so the woman drew off thinking to herself: "I hope Shizuo finds someone special… He earns it."
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The blonde groaned once his apartment's door was closed behind him. He was tired and full of thoughts he could have never in his life guessed thinking of. And he was hungry and thirsty too.
First he went to the kitchen to put his groceries away. His groceries consisted of milk, chicken, some vegetables and cigarettes. Then he went to change his clothes and then went to the bathroom before going back to the kitchen, starting to prepare his meal.
The cat was gone. He had taken it to the vet in the morning and had asked them to keep him there for a day or two. The reason behind this was that he wasn't sure if he was able to keep a cat. He wanted the cat but wasn't sure if he had the money for it. Plus it was a street cat… But just thinking about him in the alleys, trying to find something to eat from the garbage bins and getting fleas...
Speaking about fleas: Celty's words were still repeating themselves in Shizuo's mind. "Someone who tolerates my strength…? The flea is someone like that?" the blonde questioned out loud and frowned. Shizuo felt a bit slow or stupid because he kind of only realized it until now: that the flea really was someone who wasn't scared of him. At least he thought so. But was it just that he was Izaya so he couldn't be scared of him and his strength? Was the pest even scared of anything? The blonde basically was a monster to normal humans but the flea just always jumped out of nowhere, knowing what Shizuo's reaction would be, and let himself be chased after. There was just something wrong with the flea's brain. That was the only explanation the blonde came up with.
After dinner (chicken, rice and salad) Shizuo went to lie to the couch and opened the TV. He flipped through channels and once he found a channel that had some karate match going on he left it there and sighed heavily.
"Tired..." he mumbled and sighed again. Usually he wasn't this tired mentally. Maybe if he just went to sleep? That would probaby help him. Though those thoughts were soon forgotten because a) Shizuo was too lazy to get up from the couch and b) the match was a good one.
Izaya was standing on his bed. Shizuo frowned. He asked why he was there. "Waiting for you of course!" was the simple answer the blonde got before the informant jumped off from the bed and walked past him.
Shizuo turned around only to find himself looking at Izaya cooking. He was in the kitchen. When Shizuo asked what Izaya was cooking the black haired man pointed at the chicken, "what does it look like?" He gave Shizuo a smile though in Shizuo's opinion the smile didn't look like a smile.
Shizuo sighed and just stared at Izaya while he cooked. He felt tired.
Soon he was eating chicken. After that he was being massaged by no other than Izaya. Just like normally. "Your shoulders are stiff, Shizu-chan." Shizuo agreed with him. He sighed again, which made Izaya hug him.
Shizuo heard a roar of some kind and opened his eyes. The sound had come from the TV from the karate match. He remembered the dream but it took him awhile to realize it was a dream. And when he did…
"…!" The ex-bartenders face made an expression of confusion and shock. It looked hilarious. "HELL NO" he roared and sat up, "No!" He groaned. "No, no, no!" Shizuo groaned more and got up, "The hell was that?!" He looked around and ruffled his own hair with an almost painful expression. "Celty and her woman talk…!"
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"I'm back!" was shouted by Izaya once he finally arrived to his apartment. He was feeling very satisfied with himself at the moment because he had stayed at Ikebukuro without Shizuo ever noticing. Of course he had seen the blonde a couple of times but he hadn't seemed to notice him in the shadows. Maybe it had been the rain? Speaking of that bastard…
Izaya's clothes, all of them, were soaking wet. Even now as he walked towards his bedroom he left puddles behind him. Izaya first took off his jacket and threw it somewhere. It made a soft 'splash' noise as it hit the floor. And once Izaya got some clean and dry clothes for himself he went to the bathroom to take a shower.
While Izaya was washing his hair he tried to think anything but people. Because thinking someone while taking a shower is weird. At least this was Izaya's way of thinking. Though he knew that once he had a shirt on and a pair of boxers his brain would take over, starting to plan and imagine events yet to come by his hand. Events like flying "aliens" and (though Izaya hated himself for this) stalking Shizuo. "But it isn't stalking…" the black haired man muttered as he rinsed his hair. But really, it wasn't. He just… tried to get information about him. What was wrong with that?
In the kitchen he took a tea cup and poured hot water in it. It was still raining outside. He took a tea bag then and once he got the bag into the cup he went to open his computer. After this he went to get his tea.
While sitting on his computer chair Izaya clicked open the internet browser. He checked his email that had some new information and news too. Everything was normal. The information wasn't anything big like it normally wasn't when the information was for Shiki. Just time and place for a robbery or a mafia meeting that he usually "party crashed".
The tea was half drank once Izaya was done with his work. Well, he did have more of it but he wasn't motivated enough to do it. It could wait. He clicked the familiar camera icon and it loaded. Izaya drank his tea while waiting. What was he going to see? Was the cat still there? If not: where was it? Was the protozoan finally going to show the monster inside of him and let Izaya see him in the middle of a chaos? Maybe he had finally noticed the cameras?
"…" Izaya's expression didn't seem to change expect his eyes: they looked disappointed. The brute was sleeping on the couch. "Boring!" the information broker whined, not wanting to believe the monster was asleep already. The clock was not even ten! "He's doing this on purpose! No way is he like this all the time!" Izaya pointed at the screen as he leaned back on his chair. It was a good thing his dear secretary wasn't here anymore. She would have loved to know about Izaya's new little "hobby" (this, Izaya guessed, would have been the name she would call it).
Izaya got up from his chair and drank the rest of his tea while walking to the kitchen. He took a plate with tuna on it and chopsticks and went back to his computer. And oh boy what he saw once he sat down.
Shizuo woke up. He sat up quickly and then with same speed he got up to his feet and said something. Izaya cursed he hadn't the volume on. Why hadn't he thought of it before? Oh yes – he hated Shizuo's voice. Or no, it just irritated him somehow. It was so… low.
Shizuo seemed to groan. He then took a pillow and threw it across the room. Izaya was surprised. Really? Nothing more? But then after Shizuo seemed to calm down it began. The thing that Izaya had been waiting for began: Shizuo walked around the house and when he arrived back to the living room between his couch and coffee table he lifted his fist with a roar (it looked like it) and broke the table.
Izaya's smirk couldn't get any bigger. "Finally." Finally Shizuo acted like he should act: as a monster. The informant was pleased and even got a tiny wave of pleasure from watching the scene. But then there was a question: why was he so angry?
"Though it doesn't really matter! As long as he's angry…!" And like a magic spell Shizuo calmed down. He took his phone and sent a message (it looked like it) and then looked at the table before sighing. He started to clean. Izaya covered his eyes and leaned back on his chair. "No!" he whined again. Izaya closed the camera for a while. He wasn't so interested to watch the brute clean up. He opened his web browser again.
The informant frowned at the memory of his earlier client: "You are obsessed with him!"
Obsessed. Izaya searched the word. This was what he found (more or less):
Ob·ses·sion
1. Compulsive preoccupation with a fixed idea or an unwanted feeling or emotion, often accompanied by symptoms of anxiety.
2. A compulsive, often unreasonable idea or emotion.
Obsessed
past participle, past tense of ob·sess (Verb)
Preoccupy or fill the mind of (someone) continually, intrusively, and to a troubling extent.
To have the mind excessively preoccupied with a single emotion or topic.
There was a silent before Izaya's laughter filled the apartment.
"Are you kidding me!" he laughed more and he even had to get away from the computer to calm down. Normally people wouldn't laugh like this but Izaya was different (we all know that). Plus his laughter wasn't completely from amusement. "He was an idiot! Yeah, sure I'm obsessed… Why not?" Izaya almost giggled, "I'm always thinking about him, aren't I?" the raven haired informant knew he had an obsession for humans; why wouldn't he have one? But for Shizuo? That was just a big no. "Every passing minute," he chuckled and took a deep breath. "That's the most stupid thing I've ever heard…!" he announced loudly and went to look out of the big window while crossing his arms.
He wasn't obsessed with him. He wasn't obsessed with Shizuo. He just wasn't. All he wanted was information. It was normal since he was an informant. And Shizuo was hard to deal with if you didn't know something about him!
The rain was calming down a bit already but the glass of the window was still taking on the rain drops. Izaya sighed.
"Maybe I'll just go to bed?" he wandered back to his computer and clicked open the cameras again. The clock was just a bit after ten.
Shizuo was taking his pants off in the bedroom. "Shizu-chan really does go to bed early…" Izaya mumbled to himself as he stared at the blonde a few seconds longer than necessary. He then turned off the computer and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.
Izaya didn't want to go to bed knowing that he was "following" Shizuo's footsteps. Instead he went to watch some late night TV. It always had the best programmes.
Izaya had all his more-than-ten phones next to him and he was looking them through. You could never know if you got a text or a message from someone. So far the mail box in every one of the phones was empty but there was one phone still waiting: the black phone, Izaya's favourite. Why? Because it had all the best pictures and contacts. Oh! And he had one unread message. Guess from who?
To: Orihara Izaya
From: Heiwajima Shizuo (Shizu-chan 3)
I'm going to kill you.
- Shizuo H.
(Sent: 9:43 PM)
The message was just about 30 minutes old. Meaning…
"Shizu-chan sent me this after… He sent me this after that!" After the dream.
Izaya couldn't be more pleased or more disturbed of the idea of Shizuo dreaming about him. Well, Izaya was 99% sure it was a dream about him since Shizuo sent him that message. After all – and Shizuo said it himself too – 99% of everything is always his fault.
"Right, Shizu-chan?"
Izaya couldn't wait until he could go and tease his little monster about this.
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The streets were busy with people walking around, which was perfect for a certain informant who was watching his little humans secretly from a window. Many groups of friends were talking together, laughing and chatting; having fun. And as much as the informant wanted to put into effect some kind of plan that could make his little puppets run around aimlessly so that he could get some fun too, Izaya had decide to wait patiently for the monster. After all Shizu-chan had promised to kill him today, right? He had sent him a text message too! He had been so honoured about it yesterday. This formed a smirk on his face.
Izaya didn't have to wait for long until he saw a head full of familiar blonde hair walking on a street, heading towards the small park area.
The plan that he had, was on his mind clear as day. His heart beat quickened, the adrenaline slowly made its way through his veins making Izaya more excited. What kind of chase was it going to be this time?
So here was the sixth chapter! How did you like it? It was a few pages longer than the fifth chapter and, in fact, I'm going to make longer chapter from now on (I hope so anyway)! :D It's going to be a slow process with this fic but it's because I want this to be a perfect fic. I'm also trying to be loyal to the characters. Are the character 'in charater'? A.k.a not OOC? :I Ugh. Now I'm stressing about that.
Thank you all from the reviews! I just felt like crying from all of them! I had no idea you all like this fic so much...! ;u ; Thank you, thank you and thank you!
And~ yes, the anime Izaya was watching was No. 6! Well done if you guessed it right!
Again thank you for reading this chapter and sorry it took me this long to update! I had a problem writing some parts. Plus I'm sorry about the typos.
PS. Does anyone think it would be a good idea to write chapter one over (meaning rewriting it)? I have to admit that it was done in a hurry because I was burning to write something about Izaya and Shizuo! (Oh no, my big secret!) xD So... Let me know. Thank you