It wasn't a long walk, the outside air was cold but with the blanket wrapped body huddled to his chest he felt warm enough. He could see his breath as he walked and before long he stood in front of the two doors.
Keys.
Grunting he got his apartment door to open and made his way to his room. He placed her down gently then looked to her face, it was peaceful, happy even. She turned over to lay on her side then snuggled into his pillow. With a sigh he walked to the other side to lay down, today was a long day and who knew how long Izumi might sleep.
The sun rose quietly over the horizon, Izumi sat, back against the front door of her quaint apartment watching it rise. Her coffee was propped on the knee of her crossed legs. For not sleeping that night, she was wide awake, though it may be the coffee she felt refreshed after sleeping nearly two days although more than a little embarrassed she took over Shizuo's bed for those two days.
Patiently, she waited until she heard movement from the apartment next to hers. Careful not to spill her coffee, she stood and stretched. She had taken up running every morning before the accident and this morning was her first time running since then. It was tough and the doctors advised she not run for a while but all this energy needed to go somewhere.
Izumi entered her apartment and headed to the shower, on the other side of the wall she heard the shower running and banged on the wall. Holding down her laughter, she turned on her own water and after a few moments she heard the sound of the door opening and closing. Smiling she quickly bathed and jumped out.
She slipped on a black sweater and green, tight cargo pants. She ran excitedly out of the bathroom and jumped into Shizuo who stood in the kitchen. He grunted and stumbled back a few steps. "Shizuo! I'm going to work with you today!"
He sighed and looked at her, smiling awkwardly at her childlike behavior. "Okay, okay."
Tom Tanaka. He was an odd man, a debt collector, and a friend to both Shizuo and Izumi. When Izumi saw him she ran forward jumping up on his back and hugged him. "Tommy!" Izumi screamed at the top of her lungs
"Oh hey Shizuo, Izzy." Tom laughed and patted the girls head, making her pout and stick her tongue out "You gave us quite a scare a few days ago when we found your bed empty" Tom laughed at the pouty girl who was full of energy.
Izaya watched this from a distance, debating how and where to take this next little brawl, but as this thought crossed his mind the sting of his cheek brought him back to reality. His gaze shifted from Shizuo to Izumi. The way she acted with those two made his blood boil, was he jealous? Maybe if Izaya cared about those kinds of things you could say he was jealous.
They began to move, Izaya slid into the shadows. As they walked through the city of Ikebukuro murmurs became more and more noticeable, by the time they reached Russia Sushi Shizuo seemed fit to lash out. Izumi danced around Tom and Shizuo as they walked, chattering to Tom about his life since she was in the coma.
Shizuo's hands were shoved deep in his pockets and a lit cigarette burned away at his lips. Instantly, his gaze fixed on Izaya across the street of people, standing with Simon and for the first time, for anyone who paid attention to Izaya and Shizuo's encounters, Shizuo didn't immediately lash out after Izaya or grab the nearest heavy object. This intrigued Izaya and a wide, smug grin took up his entire face.
Izumi paused and grabbed Shizuo's hand, breaking eye contact between the two.
"Shizuo! You broke your lighter." Izumi scolded the blonde in bartender attire as he stared down at her in confusion. She had pulled his hand out of his pocket and was in that moment brushing off the remains of a small yellow lighter. Shizuo watched her face full of concentration, but Tom directed him to the object of their walk and all attention and contact was broken. Now he could get out his frustration of seeing Izaya out of his system.
As Shizuo intimidated and pummeled the guy until he peed his pants Izumi glanced over in Izaya's direction. He was still standing by Russia Sushi, hands in the pockets of his fur trimmed coat no doubt flicking his knife. His ever present smirk was there, he was waiting for an opportune moment to cause Shizuo trouble. Izumi and Izaya locked eyes, his smirk faltered and her eyes wavered. She smiled at him and tears rolled down her cheeks. Adrenaline pumped in Izaya's veins as he took the time to look around and realization washed over him.
This was the spot. This same spot four years ago, he almost killed her. If Izaya had a face for grief, sadness, sorrow, or regret this would be the moment it would plague his face, but he stayed stoic and seemingly emotionless. He stood, body stiffened and fist clenched glaring at nothing in particular. If anyone paid any mind to Izaya anymore, they would be shocked, maybe scared. There was something in his eyes that screamed and lashed, it was murderous.
His demeanor was broken by a vending machine. It crushed into the side of his body, Izaya came to just quick enough to suffer only a few broken ribs and cheek bone, for it hit the same cheek that was bruised by Izumi's hand. He ran, he fled to Shinra's with Shizuo and Izumi close behind. He cursed himself for hesitating, he cursed himself for human emotion.
Shizuo stood outside of Shinra and Celty's apartment, grumbling and growling as he smoked. Izumi took a seat on the couch next to Celty and watched Shinra press and probe Izaya's ribs as he winced and growled. The four of them sat in silence, all eyes were on Izaya. His eyes were closed and scrunched only when Shinra touched a broken rib.
"Okay Izaya, luckily it's only three broken ribs and I'm pretty certain your cheek bone is cracked. I suggest you stay and rest a few days, move as little as possible, and you should be back to causing trouble in no time." Shinra smiled at Izaya then excused himself to bed. Celty typed to Izumi then left the room.
"So..." Izumi watched Izaya carefully. He had laid down on the couch, slowly, and stared up at the ceiling. He made no indication that he was going to move or speak, taking a deep breath Izumi decided to take it upon herself to do all the talking.
"Listen, I can't stay long and I doubt you're very enthusiastic to be captive to me, so I'll finish quickly and be on my way unless there is something you wish to talk about."
She paused, looking for any kind of reaction or attempt at conversation and when it was evident none would be made she went on.
"I really don't know what to say to you Izaya.."
"Then go away."
Izumi glared but cleared her throat and continued.
"But I still am your sister and despite who I'm friends with and what you have done, I'm here if you ever want to talk..." She trailed off, feeling stupidly cliché but pressed on.
"I would give you my number for the gestures sake, but I'm sure you either already have it or could easily obtain it. I'll be leaving now... so good bye Izaya."
Getting up she called back to Celty that she was leaving and exited through the door. Izaya sighed and flicked his blade.
