I didn't wait for Izaya-san to answer the door. I'd seen a few more people glancing a me, scared, and dialing three-digit numbers into their phones. The cops could be after me any minute. I didn't have time to stand on his doorstep. Instead, I walked into the elevator and shut the doors of it, waiting for him to call the elevator up. Soon, the metal box jerked and sound filled the elevator as it passed the other landings up to his floor. The doors opened and Izaya-san stood there, a cup in his hand. "Hi. I was surprised I hadn't seen you earlier. What kept you?"
I walked into his flat, leaving Izaya-san standing by the elevator. "The fact that going into hiding is basically telling them I'm guilty. And also my mom probably thinks I'm dead. What more could go wrong?" I was so out of it that I didn't notice when Izaya-san walked over to me. He tilted my chin up to look into his face. "You don't need to worry about that right now. We'll figure out what to do. Until then, you should relax and forget about it." He kissed me just to prove his point. He grinned and pushed me back on to the couch. "Now have a seat. I have some work but we can talk afterwards."
"Sure."
He turned to leave but then hesitated and turned back to face me. "On second thought, you should help me with a few hings." Izaya-san was an informant, which meant he collected information on the types of things like kidnappings and back street fights. Basically, my everyday life.
I shook my head 'no' which of course made him start questioning me. I knew he had more information than I did. I can't help him, if his purposes were the ones he claimed they were. If I gave him any information, despite it being what he already knew, he would then know what information I knew, and I wasn't going to tell him that. Anything could be key in this game of Russian Roulette.
"You know anything about the Dollars and their recent activities?"
"C'mon Izaya-san. I know you know more about them than I do."
He smirked. "But you've come into contact with them, right?"
I laughed. "Not really. I can't help you with the Dollars."
"Hmmm... What about the slasher?"
"You're not a very good informant if you can't figure that out for yourself."
"Now you're insulting me. I'm just lazy."
"Aren't we all?"
"Yeah but me especially."
"I'm not going to do your job for you."
"My job is an informant so I'm getting information."
"Not from me you aren't. Look it up on the Internet. It has all the information you could ever want."
He sighed. "Fine." He sat down next to me. "Well, my work is all done."
"What do you mean? You didn't get anything." I was pleased with my vague answers.
"Celty-san's coming by tomorrow. I had a job for her but instead all three of us could just sit and talk." He sighed.
Talking with Izaya-san was dangerous but I was almost beyond caring at this point. "Good. I need the company. You know, ever since becoming a criminal and all."
Izaya-san laughed. "It's not that bad. It could be worse. Trust me. I'm talking out of experience." I didn't doubt hat.
"Yeah but they know I'm the head of a gang, one that's beating people mostly to death and suspected of murders. If I turned myself in, I'd be arrested for that."
"But hiding out makes you look even more guilty. Before you leave my place, you need to find an excuse for hiding out."
"I was afraid Shizuo-kun would come after me again? I was afraid of what my mom would say? My friends give good advice?I was hit by a semi?!" I was growing more and more stressed.
"That wasn't a good lie, by the way. I had already known what had happened and you didn't look like you had been hit."
"Yeah well it was better knowing yours and Shizuo-kun's background. Just promise me you won't do anything."
Izaya-san held up his hands in defense. "Why would I?" I glared at him. "Alright, alright. I won't do anything. I wasn't eager to go looking for a fight with Shizuo-chan anyways." he caved. "Now let's go to bed. It's getting late."
I faked a yawn. "Okay." I got up, walking toward the stairs.
"Where are you going?" He called to me.
"To your bed. Your don't have guest beds and that couch is really small. My legs and half m chest would be off."
I swear I saw a blush cross Izaya-san's face. It scared me. "Are you sure? That doesn't... sound like a good idea to me..."
"Oh come one. Your bed is huge."
He sighed. "Alright." He cautiously followed me upstairs and to his room. He chucked a small black shirt at me. "Here. You can wear that. I don't even know why I still have it. I out grew it a log time ago." Together we stripped to our boxers and shirts. He lent me a toothbrush and soon we were in bed, me comfortably spaced out in one half and him scrunched shyly in the other.
"Izaya-san, why are you sleeping over there? That can't be comfortable."
"Y-yeah.." He answered and slid more towards the center. I didn't think I'd ever see Izaya-san being... shy?!
After a few minutes of silence, he put his hand on my shoulder. When I twisted to look over my should at him, he kissed me lightly on the lips and rolled over again, so that his back was to me. Rolling all the way over so that I was completely facing him, I said "Oh come on. You can't do that to me. You can't tease me that way." I rolled him neck over and he laughed. I grabbed him and pulled him to me, locking him in a passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around his waist. I let go an breathed a sigh of relief. "Now that was a satisfying kiss. Oyasumi."
He laughed again. "Oyasumi."
I am SO sorry that I haven't had time to update this story in a while. I was busy all last week and stayed up until two am finishing an English project for Romeo and Juliet (which turned out amazingly.) So I'm sorry but I've given you this!
