Akito Orihara POV
I woke up the next morning in my dad's apartment. His assistant, Namie, was a little surprised to see me. She was one of the only people that could tell me and my dad apart, since she spent a lot of time around my dad.
"I'll be out. if my dad comes back, just call me," I shut the door behind me, knowing that Namie always found me annoying.
"Where to go today. . ." I wandered over to Ikebukuro again and started walking down the crowded streets. It was easy to tell who knew who my dad is and who don't, those who knew about my dad shied away from me instantly, recognizing my dad's Eskimo jacket
"Everyone is so interesting," I started talking to myself to ease the boringness of this.
My eyes wandered until they landed on a group of three high schoolers who were around my age. Mikado-kun, Masaomi-kun, and Anri-chan were all hunched over something that I couldn't make out. I skipped over to them and leaned over Masaomi-kun's shoulder.
"What are we looking at?" I wondered aloud. They had been gathered around their final grade sheets.
"I-Izaya-kun," Mikado-kun bowed.
I smirked, they were so naive, "How did you three do?"
"You probably already know," Masaomi- kun grumbled, wanting me to go away.
"You might want to spend a little less time attempting to flirt and more time studying," I rocked back and forth on my heels.
"Are you going to say anything Anri-chan?" I looked innocently at her.
"Um. . ." She trailed off.
I saw the garbage can before it hit me. I quickly dashed behind Mikado-kun, using him as a shield.
"IIZZZAAAYYYAAA!" I heard Shizu-chan's lovely voice yell.
"Now Shizu-chan, we wouldn't want anyone to get hurt here, would we? And I thought you hated violence," I gave a mocking shocked look before reverting to my usual smirk that I inherited from my dad.
"I hate violence. But I hate you more," He took off his sunglasses, tucking them into his bartender's uniform.
"But Shizu-chan, I thought you loved me," I pretended to look hurt.
"You damn flea!" He ripped up a stop sign from the ground.
"Bye Mikado-kun, Masoasmi-kun, Anri-chan!" I started running away, feeling a sense of deja vu from yesterday.
"Aki-chan!" I heard a voice I never thought I would hear outside of Ouran.
"Who the hell is that?" Shizu-chan stopped.
"Akito! You're safe!" I was tackled by Tamaki. Way to blow my cover guys.
"Why hello Shizu-chan," I heard my dad greet my pursuer.
"Why the hell are there two of you damn fleas," He looked about ready to murder somebody.
"Simple, this is my son, Akito," Dad exclaimed, throwing an arm around my shoulders, "I just wanted somebody to watch my lovely little humans while I checked up on his friends."
"Does that mean I can kill both of you?" Shizu-chan started to fling the stop sign at us, but was stopped halfway.
"Don't hurt Aki-chan and his dad," Of course the martial arts student would be able to stop the sign.
"I'm glad to say that you are fine, quite a few guests have requested for you," Kyo-chan pushed his glasses up.
"Don't go anywhere, I have to kill you damn fleas when I'm done with work. You keep multiplying. You're like rabbits," Shizu-chan walked away, attempting to keep in his anger. Maybe because he wanted to prove that he could keep a job for once.
"What's his problem?" Hikaru started.
"Why was he chasing you?" Kaoru continued.
"Shizu-chan's so fun to mess with! He just gets so mad, it's amusing to watch him," My dad answered for me.
"Glad to see that you're okay Akito," Haruhi approached me.
"Thanks, why are you guys here?" I cocked my head.
"Because they didn't want to wait for you to get back. Kyo-chan figured it out right away. But they decided to come here and have me be their tour guide," My dad explained, and evil glint in his eye.
"Well, this'll be fun," I sighed.
"Stay away from new people Izaya. . .s?" Masaomi-kun ran up to us before looking between my dad and I with confusion.
"What's. . . Going. . . On?" Mikado panted once he reached us.
Apparently me and my dad's secret is getting out today.