Guess who's back~
Izaya stepped into his office a little haphazardly. Something wasn't right, just wasn't right. Shizuo would never pass up the chance for a fight with him, and Izaya had been extremely careful to provoke him just a little more than usual. Was he getting tired of their usual games? He'd have to come up with something a bit more creative.
"Any bruises?" Namie asked as he entered, not once looking up from the floor. She was down on her knees by his desk with various papers strewn about her nylon legs.
"Nope," Izaya said almost happily, and skipped forward as the door shut behind him.
"Huh." She tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear. "That's unusual."
"It is."
A long awkward silence followed. Izaya was expecting the conversation to go a little further. Sometimes it helped to talk things out – it sorted his jumbled thoughts until they made just a little more sense. He rocked back and forth on his heels and puffed out his cheeks, waiting for Namie to say something, but she busied herself with work. Then he remembered that it's Namie — as if she would be curious about Izaya's daily escapades.
"Hey."
"What?"
"I said it ispretty unusual."
"I've got ears, Orihara-san." The informant's name was given a considerable amount of emphasis, as if it were a strong curse word rather than a title. Finally, she glanced up and put down a few of the papers in her hand. "Alright, you've got four— no, three minutes."
"More than enough, Yagiri-san~" Izaya wasted no time beginning. "Well I was getting back from a meeting with Shiki-san when I find Shizuo. But not seething-with-a-stop-sign Shizuo, more… hiding-behind-a-wallShizuo. Which is odd, right?" Namie nodded distractedly. "So I go up to him and ask him why he's hiding. I was hoping it was just a new game he wanted to play, or if he was going to pop out, like… SURPRISE!"
The sudden exclamation startled Namie, sending a file slipping from her hands.
"But all he did was look at me like I was an alien! I do all this work to make sure he sees me one way and all of a sudden he's gone and turned things around on me! So I kept getting closer, and right when I did that, well…"
Izaya flopped down on his stylish black couch, kicking his legs over the back. "He spun around and walked away."
"Maybe he's tired of you."
"Namie, Namie Namie. Of coursehe's tired of me – that's the point of our entire relationship. But today he seemed almost…" His voice trailed off in thought, and when he didn't finish the sentence, Namie's curiosity got the better of her.
"Almost what?"
"…Fearful."
Another period of quietude as Izaya kicked off one of his shoes. It fell to the floor with a loud thunk against the hardwood. Suddenly, Namie laughed harder than Izaya had ever heard her laugh. Izaya had to twist off the couch to get a look at her crouched, quaking form.
"Namie-chan! What's so funny?"
She couldn't speak coherently for a good minute or so. Her breath came in long gasps until the high lowered.
"Shizuo Heiwajima. Shizuo Heiwajima. Scared. Of you."
Izaya pouted. "What's wrong with that?"
"The day Shizuo Heiwajima is scared of you…" She stacked some papers together. "Will be the day that you two fall in love or something. Never going to happen."
Izaya chuckled and fell back onto the couch again, raising his palm up to the ceiling. He enjoyed the tingling feeling as the blood began to drain from his fingertips.
"Heh. Guess you're right."
