Izaya slipped out of the apartment early the next morning, leaving the coffee pot brewing for Shizuo but taking none for himself. He didn't want to wake the blonde for fear that he would try and stop him.
It didn't take long before Izaya was texted Jurou's location or to arrive in front of the hotel he was staying in. His tail had been exhausted from having the night shift and Izaya relieved her, mostly so that no one would disturb him and the reporter.
"Huh?" Jurou grunted as Izaya pounded on the door. He opened it enough that Izaya was able to slip inside without being invited. "Who…?"
"I'm the man you've managed to piss off," Izaya said pleasantly, taking a seat on the messy bed. "I've come to formally warn you about what will happen if you continue your actions here."
"What?" the hung-over reporter grunted. He was holding his head and looked in pain.
"I don't like others playing with my toys," Izaya admitted. "Just leave Ikebukuro today and I might leave you in one piece. Any later and there will be a problem."
"I don't understand what you mean," Jurou groaned, moving to the tiny sink the room had and using it to douse his head in freezing water. "Who are you?"
"A reporter really ought to do his homework," the informant stated. "I can't keep handing everything to you on a plate. I charge for the information I give out, and I doubt you could afford even my name."
"Then what am I supposed to stop?" Jurou asked. His hair dripped down onto his pajamas, but he didn't seem to care because of his clearer head.
"Everything."
"And what happens if I don't?"
"Then the little boy you have back in Kyoto will pay the price. I don't enjoy killing children very much, but I can hardly kill you to get what I want."
"Leave Hiro out of this!"
"No can do. You involved him and your ex-wife by coming here and thinking you could control my monster."
"So that Heiwajima guy is behind this?" Jurou looked pissed.
Izaya shook his head and got up from the bed. He moved around the room, picking up a few things to look at, but was just interested in the face Jurou was making at the thought that Shizuo had hired someone to take care of him.
"His little brother's career is on the line! I'm not leaving Ikebukuro. Even if I did, I'd make sure to ruin those brothers before I did!"
Izaya clicked his tongue in a disappointed away. "You see, that's not what I'm after. I could care less about young Yuhei's past, present, or future. The only one I'm concerned with is the man in front of me."
"You're bluffing!"
Izaya shrugged. "Little Hiro will pay the price if you guess wrong. Maybe my men will pay Kimiko a visit as well. Her parents would be thrilled to find out that their former son-in-law got their daughter murdered. As a retired police chief, I'm sure her father has plenty of ways to take care of you without me needing to do anything."
Personally Izaya hated revealing details of his plans, but it was necessary for Jurou to see it to make the right decision. Izaya knew his words were having effect when the reporter did not immediately claim he was bluffing once again.
"I will be monitoring your actions!" Izaya told him cheerily. "Make sure to leave before midnight, okay? We don't want to ruin Hiro's handsome face do we?"
Izaya strolled past the broken reporter and out of the building. He placed a different tail on the man and decided he wanted to go and pay Shinra a visit.