Weeks past since Izaya visited Shizuo. He had his own work to deal with, and his mind was barely on the blonde haired bartender.
"Namie," Izaya said, without looking up from his laptop, "can you get me the file in section F?"
"The entire thing?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him from the couch, there were already a few files sitting around her, including her own laptop on the coffee table, next to it sat a cup of tea.
"Yes," Izaya said, mind muddled with other things, he pinched his brows, "the entire thing, hurry up."
He wasn't in a hurry, but he liked when Namie was in a state of panic, when her brows furrowed, and she had a look that maybe what he spoke was serious. It wasn't that serious. He knew when he had to deal with something that was, and he was good under pressure, but this wasn't anything like that in the least.
It was old reports on old gangs in the city, some had to do with clients, and money management. Currently, he was making sure that all of his assets were confined, and soon he'll have to tighten the restrictions on a few of his clients that were still calling for his assistance. Of course, he'd have to make sure they knew the cost of his information, and that gaining it wouldn't become a problem in the future.
He also wanted to make sure his contracts were—
A knock at the door stalled his thoughts and he looked up. Namie was on her feet and making her way to the door. She opened it and Celty walked through in her black outfit and helmet. She had something in her hand and walked over to Izaya and placed it down on his desk.
"A new job?" he asked her.
She didn't give him any indication that it was, but he figured it was anyway. He picked up the envelope, opened it and read its contents.
"Soon?" he asked, staring at the paper, knowing that Celty wasn't going to answer him. A smile split his face as he raised his head, "I'll get it done by tomorrow afternoon."
She picked up her PDA and typed a message.
Tonight.
Izaya frowned. "Really? Why?"
She typed again and showed him the screen.
Can you or not?
With a sigh, he nodded. "Yes, I can get the information by tonight, but I do require payment."
You'll be paid.
Then she turned and left.
Izaya looked down at his work and sighed. Looks like he won't be able to get anything done, maybe tomorrow evening.
"What was that about?" Namie asked, sitting back down and picking up her tea.
"Hacker business," Izaya said, closing one of the folders and picking up the piece of paper Celty brought with her, "someone's information has been hacked and sold online."
"You don't usually do those kinds of jobs," Namie said, placing her cup down.
Izaya shrugged, leaning against the desk. "Looks like this person doesn't want the authorities to know about it, must be some sketchy business. I don't mind either way, a job is a job." He stood and stretched, picking up his coat and slipping his arms through. "Mind organizing this mess?"
He gained a glare, but he ignored Namie and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?"
Izaya looked over his shoulder at her. "I need to do recon for a bit, I know exactly where to do it. I'll be back later."
Hiroki Kei. A businessman with little exposure to the underground world, but he didn't mind trying to scam his fellow employers, at the same time, he got a little too greedy.
Izaya didn't mind jobs like these, if a man wanted the information erased, then most of what he stole will become his anyway. Of course he'll find out more than he usually did to confirm that he didn't steal anything once it's done with.
Izaya sighed, taking his cellphone out and walking down the street, away from his apartment. He looked for more information on the man, and the hacker who had stolen his identity is taking most of the money with him.
Izaya frowned. He'd have to do this quickly before eleven. He didn't like being rushed, but it wasn't a hassle anyway. So he shouldn't bother complaining.
What did come to mind was that he was entering Ikebukuro, and soon he'll sniff him out like a common mutt. Izaya grinded his teeth and continued along the street, he entered an alley to make sure that he wasn't seen. He didn't need to be chased, not when he was doing a job. Maybe afterwards he could come and bother him.
He found a park and sat down on the swing, moving back and forth as he looked for information. It was tedious work, but he didn't mind. He found he liked working, having something on his mind that could keep him away from boredom.
His skin itched sometimes when he was bored, he needed something to do when he was. His mind ran wild with thoughts and ideas of what he could do, and sometimes he watched people a little too much. Going into their lives and dipping his fingers into things he shouldn't be in. He did it anyway because he could, and no one could stop him. He found the power of that compelling, but soon he would lose interest.
He managed to get all of the information he needed on the hacker. A few backdoors were left open, and he had left a trail. He wasn't currently in the city, but it wasn't like he was trying to hide. Izaya was only supposed to find the hacker and gain information from it, then gather it up for payment, not harass the hacker.
He spent a bit of time swinging and as an hour went by, he stopped and got up. He dialed Namie's cellphone number and placed his phone to his ear.
"What?" she asked, her voice a drawl of boredom and irritation.
He smiled at the effect he had on her. "I have most of the information and I need you to print it and place it in a folder."
"Is that all? Why can't you do it?"
"Oh, Namie, you're the one at the office, so you might as well do it, and I have things to do for tonight anyway. I won't be back for another hour or so. I'll have Celty come over and grab the folder once she pays me."
Namie didn't say anything else and he had hung up. He called Celty and told her that he had the information and was expecting payment.
She had given the money and he told her to pick it up at his apartment.
With that finished, Izaya strolled down the sidewalk, looking at the bright lights of the building and enjoying the night air. What he was most hoping to enjoy was to see Shizuo, but he wasn't anywhere he usually was.
Frowning, he looked around, and then he stopped and noticed him across the street in a restaurant with Tom. They were eating, and talking to each other, but Izaya stared, perplexed.
Shizuo always looked so calm with others. He didn't hold any of that hate he was so fond of when he looked at Izaya, there was no sign of the rage that was usually there. It showed Izaya how much of a monster he truly was, but times like these, when Shizuo did nothing but have idle conversation. It was strange, something Izaya wasn't used too.
He wasn't sure how long he was staring for, his heart aching. He finally turned away and walked down the street.
