"Why would you have to research your father?" Shinra asked.
Kanra, keeping her emotionless tone, said, "My father has been keeping Shizu-chan and I isolated from the world until high school. It was then that I started seeing how little I really knew about the world. I began learning about everything I could, trying to know everything.
"Around a year ago my father brought a new girl to our house, saying she was going to be our new sister. She's quiet, peaceful, and rather pacifistic. Shizu-chan and I were almost bad influences on her, but that's when I noticed that my father was purposefully keeping her away from us."
"Why would he do that?" the mute typed into the chat-room.
"Would you want a little kid around a girl version of the flea?" Shizuo asked.
"Either way," Kanra said, letting her irritation show her voice, "I used that to see if our father was getting to relaxed in the way Shizu-chan and I acted. I began sneaking out, surprised at how easy it was most of the time. When Shizuka and I finally left for good this morning, it was almost too easy. I started thinking if he let us leave, even pushed us to it, to see how we'd act."
There was silence all around. Finally Shinra broke it by asking, "Is Shizuka the 'Shizu-chan' you were referring to?"
Kanra groaned mentally, saying, "Yes, that's her proper name."
"So she's a person?" Shizuo asked, making his question sound more like a statement, therefore not needing an answer.
"How would you normally act?" Celty typed. "Maybe it's best if you act that way, at least to try and trick your father into thinking you're not onto him."
Kanra shook her head. "I need to find her for that. No one else can play with me like she can."
"What do you mean by 'play'?" Shinra asked.
Kanra was typing away again. "Exactly what I said, but maybe one of you could help me."
Shinra huffed and Shizuo growled. "What's that supposed to mean?" the monster barked.
"Wanton destruction," Kanra smirked, eyeing Shizuo from the corner of her eye. "Sounds right up your alley."
Shizuka woke up with the feeling of someone watching her. She opened her eyes her groaned awake, wiping the droll from her cheek as she sat up. She glanced sideways to see Izaya looking at her curiously. He smiled, most likely trying to confuse her.
"What time is it?" she asked groggily.
Izaya shrugged. "Late."
Shizuka rolled her eyes and looked around. The clock on the wall said it was just after midnight. Glaring at him she spat, "Why the hell did you let me sleep so long?!"
Izaya's smile didn't disappear as he replied, "You were talking in your sleep, and I thought it best not to wake you from your dreams."
Shizuka glowered at him. "What did I say?" she asked, not remembering anything.
He shrugged. "Something about Simon. Did you want to see him? His shift is ending soon."
Shizuka raised an eyebrow at the name. She knew a Simone, but not a Simon. "Who's Simon?" she asked, yawning widely.
"What do you mean? Everyone knows Simon."
"Not me. Who is he?"
"It's best to show you. I'll take you too him.
He got up, and she got up as well. He bounced around the room, picking up a few cellphones and a couple knives that he didn't want to forget. He seemed ready, but then darted into his room to grab one last thing. He grinned at her when he was ready, leading the way out.
Shizuka wished she hadn't misplaced her cigarettes; she could have used them to help ignore the talkative man. He babbled almost nonstop from his apartment to the train station, and even then continued after the train stopped in Ikebukuro.
"And when I finally got ahold of Shiki," Izaya babbled on, "he told me I was just trying to trick him. After asserting that I wasn't – like I would tell him if I wasn't anyway… I once let him believe that the man he wanted was in Ikebukuro, just so that I could mess with the man here first before letting Shiki and his dogs have him. It's not very common for me, but I do enjoy occasionally 'pulling the wool over his eyes', as the Americans say. Such an odd phrase really…"
On and on he talked, his mind flitting from one topic to another in rapid succession. Shizuka knew that he wasn't saying what he was thinking, but it must have served some purpose to him. He occasionally asked a question, but most of them were rhetorical and she didn't reply.
Izaya's cellphone rang, cutting him off as he was talking about Ikebukuro's urban legend of a headless motorcycle rider. He answered cheerily with, "Ikebukuro's source of never ending knowledge!"
His eyes were shut, so he didn't see Shizuka's mocking glance. He probably heard her snort however, but just chose to ignore it. He mumbled a few times in affirmative, understanding, and negative. Suddenly he shut the phone and continued babbling about how the urban legend was real and was living with a friend of his.
"Who was that?" Shizuka asked as he took a breath.
"Hmm?" he asked, turning his head to look at her.
"I know you heard me you flea," she growled.
One of his eyebrows raised and he mumbled, "Flea?" Louder he continued, "That was an associate of mine working to find your girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend!" Shizuka growled.
"Izaya!" a loud voice boomed. "Too late for sushi, Izaya!" Shizuka whirled around, coming face-to-face with a giant black man with white hair. She gaped at him as he continued, "Oh, your girlfriend want sushi? Come tomorrow and eat. Morning is better to eat sushi!"
Shizuka glanced at Izaya, confused as to why this man had a Russian accent. "No thanks, Simon," Izaya answered. "Just showing the girl around. I thought you might like to meet her."
The Russian, Simon, leaned forward and said, "Pleased to meet you. You eat sushi tomorrow, yes?"
Shizuka glanced around blankly, not sure how to respond. She was saved when she heard a few loud crashes and screams nearby. Perking up, she said, "Sorry, got to go!"
Sarin: So apparently Izaya is a real chatterbox if it's super early in the morning and he has nothing better to do. Any of you catch that I lost count of when it's supposed to be and how many days have passed? I really should get better at time management in stories, but I can't remember them when I'm writing two things at once. But yes, Izaya babbles, and I would love to be the one listening to him drone on and on and on and...