Chapter VII
Shizuo took a deep breath and flopped down onto the bed. Izaya flinched as if expecting an attack.
"Relax. I can't kill you yet. I need to get paid first." This seemed to put the informant at ease.
They sat there in tranquility and Izaya was afraid he had gone deaf, too.
"Ne, Shizu-chan?"
"What do you want?"
"Can you get my laptop for me?"
"What good will that do?"
"You get to help me with my work!"
"No way."
"Yes way, Shizu-chan. Shinra said you have to take care of me and that includes helping me with my work."
"ARGH!" Shizuo reluctantly retrieved the laptop and dumped it on the raven's lap.
"Careful Shizu-chan. This is not exactly cheap ya know." Shizuo mumbled something and Izaya pretended not to hear it.
"Okay Shizu-chan. Come here and help now."
The blonde sat on the bed, making it creak. Handing the electronic device to the monster, he started issuing orders.
Looking straight ahead he said, "Okay, now click on the link on the left hand of the screen marked 'e-mails.' There should be a link on the top right hand of the screen. Hand me the laptop and let me type in my username and password."
Passing it over, he typed slowly. In the username box went the word 'Kanra' and before entering the password, he angled away from the brute and typed in 'Shizu-chan.'
"Read who the emails are from."
"There are two of them. One of them from a dude named Shiki and another from…Deadbeat?" Shizuo recognized the man named Shiki as Izaya's boss.
"Read the one from Deadbeat. I don't know who he is."
Clicking on the email, he read, "You sold me out to the Yakuza for killing their agents and I was kept for five years. I'm going to find you. I will stalk you and kill you and make sure I have fun doing it. You will perish. You will suffer. And I know who you are Izaya Orihara. You are not Kanra. You live in Shinjuku on the 32nd story building of the ParkHabioShinjukuEastsideTower complex and the floor is reserved only for you. I'm coming so be warned."
Izaya went silent. "Shit. Shizuo reply to him."
The ex-bartender thought it was serious because of the absence of his nickname.
"Tell him that if he attempts to destroy me, I don't care because I gave all the information of who he is to a friend and if I die, to take that information to the police."
After sending the email there was more orders. "Reduce the page and click on the file marked 'Yakuza' on the desktop. There should be a list of names."
Shizuo's heart nearly stopped. There were over a thousand names! Commands were issued. "Scroll down to the killings tab and click on the names Daichi Yagumi, Ren Sato, and Kanagawa Suzuki. What have I marked them with?"
"All three killed Yakuza members but Ren Sato was the only one kept for five years. Daichi was kept for a year and Kanagawa two years."
Sighing, they kept working for six hours. Relaying the email from Shiki was terrible. He had already threatened to fire Izaya for not replying within five minutes. Harsh boss.
Izaya looked ready to pass out. His eyes were drooping and he was half asleep while issuing orders.
"Why don't you go to bed flea? I'm tired too."
"What time is it?"
"Four in the morning."
"That's it? I'm usually up until seven and then wake up at eight…"
"Fuck, louse. How do you live?"
"It's not easy Shizu-chan...Renting out this whole floor is not exactly working for five hours like normal people and then going to bed." He paused to yawn. "I work all day and the only time I get out is to piss you off and that's before or after I meet up with a client."
"Well go to bed today. I can't stay up long either."
There was no argument as Shizuo shut the brunette's laptop and ceased all forms of work. Izaya lie down and closed his eyes, his long eyelashes resting on his face like a feather. He curled up into a medium sized ball and put his hands underneath his head. Within seconds his breathing evened out and he looked calm. His mouth was parted slightly as he let out small puffs of air and he looked...cute? Shizuo blushed.
"Stupid louse, sleeping in front of his enemy…"
Shizuo had grabbed the couch and was sleeping soundly. There was no sound in the house except a creak of the door. Stealthily, a shadowed figure made his way in. He snuck past the debt collector and slipped into the informant's room. Izaya was lying there fast asleep. The shadow moved towards the sleeping male and chuckled to his self. 'So easy!' he thought. 'Now I'll make him suffer.'
The figure shoved the blade into the pale man's abdomen and he yelled on the top of his lungs. Pain seared through his stomach and he realized the man was going to stab him again. He screeched once more.
Shizuo was jarred awake by the familiar cry of a certain brunette. "Izaya? What's wrong?"
There was a panicked beg for help. "Shizu-chan! HELP!" There were sounds of struggle and a high pitched scream from the raven. The ex-bartender tore through the room and smashed the shut door down. He peered inside.
Izaya was holding his side with one hand and the other was holding a hooded figures arm which held a knife. His switchblade was on the floor but the brute managed to make out a cut on the hooded figure's jacket and there was warm blood pouring out. The raven was no longer shouting for help but was absolutely silent while staring head with his wide, crimson eyes. He coughed once and blood spewed out of his mouth. Crimson stained the sheets and Izaya's night shirt. Slowly, he let the man go, too weak to hold on, and the murderer attempted another attack. Shizuo snatched the knife from the killer's hands and chucked it across the room, the weapon embedding itself deep into the wall. The body guard was overwhelmed in rage. Seizing the attacker's wrist he tightened his hand until he heard a satisfying 'snap.'
Shizuo shot a rouge smile at the stranger as he shrieked in pain. Roughly grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt, he ripped his mask off and stared straight into the face of none other than Ren Sato.
