Izaya glanced out the window, not really seeing the already blurred scenery outside, not really seeing it. It had been a very boring week, with nothing to do except be diplomatic. Honestly, the people there threatened him whenever he played a little joke. That was acceptable once in a while where it broke the tedious pedestrian reactions of civilians but doing it every other time was just too much.
It made him want to lash out and it took all of his willpower to hold it back in. It wasn't his fault that they were just so easy to bait. And he needed to have his fun somehow, seeing as his beloved Shizu-chan wasn't there.
Really, the whole trip was pretty much a waste.
Izaya idly tapped his fingers against the smooth screen of his phone before turning his attention to the stop signs. Almost his station. Just a few minutes and then he'll be home.
Izaya laughed as Shizuo ardently chased him down the streets of Ikebukuro. He nimbly sidestepped another street sign rocketing his way before continuing his way as the blond ripped out a vending machine. How many appliances had he inhumanely ripped out in his hot pursuit of the raven-haired?
'This really just is too much fun,' Izaya mused. It didn't matter that he just got off his train or that his body was screaming for a soft mattress. Izaya wanted to make sure he got his fun first.
Shizuo gritted his teeth, arms straining to pull out another metal pole out from where it was supposedly permanently mounted into the ground. He was just getting a week of long awaited peace and the flea just had to show up and ruin it.
Really, it'd be far better off if the stupid informant went and offed himself. He'd be doing the whole world a favor by getting rid of the stalker and Shizuo could be eternally free of the flea.
Screaming "I-ZA-YA-KUN!" Shizuo heaved a heavy vending machine filled with soft drinks and pitched it towards the lithe black figure.
Still, as he javelin-threw the last projectile, slowing down as the other neared the border of Shinjuku, he couldn't deny the feeling of being relieved, as if his life was whole again. The un-natural uneasiness from a few days had promptly gone away.
"So you're back."
It was a statement, not a question.
Izaya hummed under his breath. "So I'm back."
Namie sighed, tossing down the stack paper in her hand. "Really. The first thing that you do is piss off Shizuo."
"I was merely saying 'hi' to him," Izaya smirked.
"Well, don't because someday you'll end up getting crushed by one of those vending machines," Namie curtly warned.
"Is that concern I hear, Namie dear?"
Namie all but spat. "You wish. Concern is reserved for my adorable Seji, not for deceiving scum like you."
Izaya lazily closed his eyes. "You might want to watch your mouth, Namie. After all, scums like me sign your paychecks. If you work for me, what does that say about you?"
The woman scoffed, averting her eyes from the figure on the couch. She didn't answer.
After a long stretch of silence, the black-haired beauty cleared here throat. "All I'm saying is that you should stop bothering Shizuo so much. It doesn't look good for your health."
Izaya chuckled at the thought. "I have the freedom to do whatever I want. It'd be a shame if I didn't use it to the limits."
Namie shrugged, already turning to leave. "All I'm saying is maybe you should pick another that's your type. Maybe even fly over to another country and find someone just like him. One that can actually love you."
Izaya paused. "And maybe you should find another brother. Fly over to another country and clone him. You better make sure the clone doesn't meet with the pretty little head or he'll fall in love with it too," Izaya coldly smiled mockingly.
"Tch. I'll be taking my leave. No one can replace my Seji," Namie turned away, losing the battle.
Izaya heard the door close – more like slammed – and looked out to the city lights, lost in thought.
'Type? I don't have a type. I have Shizu-chan,' Izaya reflected. 'Besides, didn't Namie know that the challenge was what made it more fun?'
Erika turned excitedly towards the commotion that bounded from the other side of the city.
"Eek! Shizu-chan and Iza-Iza's at it again! This is so exciting!" she proclaimed to the other males.
Kadota rolled his eyes. 'Sure, exciting. After all, you never know when one of them will cme at you when they hear the ludicrous notion.'
Walker turned hurriedly to his fellow otaku, despite the fact that the topic of the conversation was currently wreaking havoc on the other side of town. "Shh! What if they hear you? They'll crush you like a bug that you won't even have time to shout 'Sebastian!'."
"But it's true! Shizu-chan's a bit dense so he hasn't figured out his feelings yet! It's all sexual tension speaking right now," the hat-donning girl protested. A loud boom from a large something hitting pavement emphasized her point.
"And Iza-Iza's just teasing him to get attention. You know, just like a boy pulls on a girl's pigtails on the playground because he likes her."
Kadota can't imagine Izaya and Shizuo playing on the same playground. Or worse, Shizuo with pigtails. The man glanced up as a roaring car flipped several meters away. He sighed. He supposed it was time to shut Erika up.
Kadota and Walker, who noticed the two figures approaching them at rapid speed, simultaneously clamped their hands over Erika's jabbering mouth.
"But Shizu-chan is just so fun to tease for Iza-Iza and – mmhmm mhhm mmm!" she glared briefly at the hands.
"Hey, Dota-chin!" Izaya waved a switchblade held hand as he passed the trio and the van.
"I-ZA-YA!" Shizuo came roaring past like a charging bull.
"Waah! So cute! It's just like a lovers' quarrel! It's just on a larger scale! After all, Iza-Iza's in LOVE with Shizu-chan and vice versa!" Erika squeaked excitedly.
'How did she escape our hands?' Kadota thought in alarm.
"HUH?" Shizuo turned at the sound of a female voice chattering away excitedly at the idea of two men.
Walker quickly clamped a hand on her mouth from behind. He secured his grip and wrapped a hand around her waist, already dragging her off backwards.
"Nothing, nothing!" Kadota hurriedly explained, laughing slightly, already heading back into the van. "Nothing at all!"
The van screeched off, as soon as the man climbed into the back, the doors still flapping open. Reprimanded shouting and indignant cries of 'Eh? Why not? They're perfect for each other!' heard through the opening.
Izaya paused at the sound of 'Iza-Iza' and 'Shizu-chan'. He briefly scowled at the girl, though she was too entranced in her own world to notice.
But really, who does she think she was, calling his Shizu-chan 'Shizu-chan'? Shizu-chan can only be his. Only he could call Shizu-chan 'Shizu-chan', not anyone else, and not certainly an anime/manga obsessed girl who had half of her mind in fiction.
He… supposed he disliked her, no matter that she was human.
"HUH?" Shizuo roared. Stupid protozoan. Couldn't even figure out simple nicknames.
While Dota-chin and the other two made their hasty escape, Izaya came to a decision. Time to test how much Shizu-chan is aware of … all of this.
"Nah, Shizu-chan. They paired us up. Isn't that adorable?" he asked, pointing his blade at the blond.
"Huh? What's adorable?" Shizuo aimed a punch for the pale face. Seems like Shizu-chan didn't even know realize what he said. Izaya sighed.
This proved to be more challenging than before. Well, that doesn't matter. Izaya Orihara liked challenges after all.
"Shizu-chan doesn't even realize what she meant, did you? Shizu-chan's such a dum-dum," Izaya crooned teasingly.
"Shut the hell up, I-ZA-YA!" The man himself had to use his honed reflexes to dodge the incoming barrage of punches. He leapt to safety on top of a nearby trash can.
"Ahahaha! Can't catch me, Shizu-chan. If you can't catch me, how can you catch my love?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Shizuo paused, chest heaving with fast-paced breaths.
"Didn't you hear lovely Erika Karisawa? She thinks we're supposedly in love!" Izaya balanced himself onto a nearby railing, walking wobblingly.
"WHAT THE HELL?" Shizuo actually paused, his eyes wide with surprise. Shizu-chan just needed everything spelt out for him, doesn't he?
"She thinks we're in love," Izaya repeated, slowly. "Not sure how she got that idea seeing as Shizu-chan's a monster that no one will ever love." An obvious lie.
"Shut the fuck up flea. This is all just part of your plan to mess with my head, isn't it? I'll get you this time!" Shizuo didn't bother to listen to more of this nonsense, opting to get more physical and hurled a metal pole at Izaya, sparks flying off as the pole came into contact with the railing below the man.
"Interesting,ne? Well, see you later, Shizu-chan! Unlike you, I have work waiting for me. Later!" With a careless wave, like he hadn't been chased by a superhuman strength possessing blond with a murderous intent, Izaya hurried off into the general direction of Shinjuku.
Shizuo watched Izaya go, restricting himself from chasing him again. He could always beat up the flea later, he supposed. Shizuo adjusted his shades before turning to have a smoke, ignoring the total chaos and public damage that he left behind. He never knew that the little comment left behind by a certain otaku would leave him with troubling thoughts for quite some time.
I actually updated the wrong chapter. Sorry. But here you go. I like how Namie and Izaya's conversation turned out in this one.
Hope you liked it!
