Anita smiled as she served her costumers their orders. She turned around, walking to a specific booth at the corner of the cafe. She sneaked behind her son who sat patiently in the seat of the booth.

"Boo!" Noah jumped in surprise, letting out a scared yelp. He turned around with a pout to his grinning mother.

"Mommy! That's not funny!"

Anita laughed as she ruffled his hair playfully. "I couldn't help it!" She protested with a wide grin.

Noah pouted but soon joined her in her grin.

"So" She started with a light chuckle "What will it be, Mister Noah?"

The small boy gave a thoughtful hum as he tapped his index finger on his chin.

A normal person would ask; Why did an employee had her child at her job? Well, she didn't want Noah to run into that Izaya Orihara again, so she had him come to her work 3 times a week. Her boss, surprisingly, didn't have a problem so long as the child was respectful and quiet. Also, as long as Anita bought something from the menu every time her son was around; Kondou's cafe was certainly not a free playground.

Noah beamed as he finally chose "I want a chocolate parfait!"

Anita visibly cringed at that. A parfait was 600 yen. She had the money, but it didn't mean she wanted to give it away just for some fancy treat. Noah noticed her wince and sighed.

"Mommy, it's not that much money"

Startled, Anita looked at Noah. She then replied with a snort. "Not that much money? Jeez, when I was your age, a simple ice-cream was 20 yen!"

Noah pouted "But I've never had parfait before"

"Neither have I, and you know why that is?" Noah gave a curious look "It's because their too expensive!" Noah crossed his tiny arms over his chest, he gave his mother a stubborn look "But-"

"No but's, if's, or why's" She interjected, placing her hands firmly on her hips "Now choose something that won't hurt my wallet"

Noah sighed, rather loudly, as he dropped his arms to his sides. " ...How about a milkshake?"

Anita nodded in approval "Large, medium or small?" She already knew the answer to that, but decided to ask anyway

"Large!"

"Okay, don't get sick if it's too much" She shrugged with a tiny smile

"I won't!" He grinned

"Chocolate?"

"Yup!"

Anita laughed softly at that, Noah sure loved his chocolate. She halfheartedly wondered if he'll get chubby when older; he was rather gluttonous, but then again, so was she.

She jotted his order onto the small notepad, walking towards the kitchen she handed to her boss. Afterwards, he called over his shoulder about the order. The waitress walked over to her son with a tiny smile, she kissed his forehead when he wasn't paying attention. He looked up at Anita with a flushed face

"Mommy! That's embarrassing!" He wiped her forehead with a pout. His face seemed to redden as a few teenage girls giggled from another booth at him.

"Yeah, yeah. Your 'shake is on it's way, I have to continue working." She rolled her eyes as she also took notice of the girls. Deciding to cease her teasing she was about to walk towards table when she felt his tiny hand tug at the hem of her apron.

"Mommy?" His quiet voice sounded tired and bored

"Yes?" She side-glanced at him

"When are we going? I'm bored..." He whined as he tugged at her apron again

Anita sighed with a tiny smile "Well, I finish in an hour-" She was interrupted with a whiny moan that escaped his lips

"Another hour?" He sounded as if he was about to die

Anita chuckled as she ruffled his hair "Well, you can go play in front of the cafe? Oh! Pretend your a detective! Find something, and investigate!" She gave him a warm smile

She watched as the gears rotated in his head, he beamed "Okay!" He walked happily to the entrance of the cafe. With a smile, Anita called to his retreating back "Stay in front of the cafe though!"

"Okay mommy" He cheered, bolting out of the small restaurant.

Noah's pout had only increased as he crossed his arms in a huff. So far, everyone had ignored him and his questions! How is he supposed to find a case if he was a detective. He plopped on the edge of the side walk, he watched as people walked in all different directions of Sunshine 60. He sighed, he kind of wanted his milkshake right about now-

"Detective's don't quit! Even if they are thirsty!" He found himself chanting with determination

A few seconds passed and he was slumping his shoulders again in defeat "...But no one will listen to me"

"Oi" A gruff voice sound behind him. He jumped up in surprise, looking at the man.

"Shitzu?" Noah tilted his head. That was his name right?

"Shizuo" The former bartender corrected.

"Oh yes!" Noah beamed "Your the one who helped me with my kite! Thank you again, mister!"

Shizuo awkwardly nodded as he took a quick drag of his cigarette before tossing it. He grind it under his foot before looking at the boy blankly

"What's up."

Noah smiled brightly. He cranked his neck upwards to look up at Shizuo's towering figure.

"I'm a detective!" He finally answered.

"Really." Shizuo's response was blank, not like Noah really expected any less. He figured Shizuo wasn't exactly the social type.

"Yup! But..." Noah's grin faded, to which the blonde raised an eyebrow at that " ...no one will let me interview them.."

Shizuo scratched the top of his head as Noah pouted childishly. The adult was about to respond when Noah suddenly jumped in excitement.

"Will you let me interview you, Shizuo-dono?" Said man looked slightly taken aback, again, he was interrupted when about to respond

"Please? Please? Please~?"

Shizuo grunted; The kid was persistent (Which kind of annoyed him). He finally nodded, giving him a grumbled "Fine"

"YES!" Noah fist pumped the air causing bystanders to glance at his direction. He pulled out a red crayon and crumpled paper from his short's back pocket. Shizuo blinked behind his blue tinted glasses; he was going to take notes?

Noah sat back down at the edge of the sidewalk, he patted the spot beside him. The debt collector looked at him oddly, did he expect him to sit with him?

He thoughts were answered when Noah looked up at him, patting the spot beside him again.

Shizuo gave a tiny sigh, crouching beside the boy.

"So!" Noah smiled brightly "What is your full name?"

"Shizuo Heiwajima" He answered dryly

"Okay! Next-" The boy scribbled something on the wrinkled paper with his bright crayon "Have you seen anything weird going on in Ikibiro?"

"Ikibiro?" He looked back at Noah "You mean Ikebukuro?"

"That's what I said." Noah blinked "Ikibiro!"

"Ikebukuro" Shizou pronounced

"Ikibiro"

"No." Shizuo said gruffly "Say Ike-"

"Ike" Noah repeated

"-Bu-"

"Bu"

"-Kuro"

"Kuro"

"Now say it all together" Shizuo ordered

"Ikibiro!" Noah beamed

He sighed, grumbling an aggravated "Never mind"

Noah blinked, tilting his head curiously. He then smiled as he raised his crayon "Anyway, have you seen anything weird going on in Ikibiro?"

With that, the blonde snorted "What's normal in Ikebukuro" It came out as a blunt statement, but either way, it intrigued Noah

"Go on" The 8 year-old urged, causing Shizuo to sigh

The strongest man of Ikebukuro started to explain to the boy how weird it could get in there, especially in Sunshine 60. He told him about Simon, the foreigner's, the dollars, the yellow scarves, and about the damn flea. Shizuo paused, reminding himself that he's explaining to a child, therefore, he ceased his cursing and tried to speak calmly. He looked towards Noah, expecting him to be giving his full attention. To his dismay, Noah was humming happily as he colored and drew on the wrinkled paper.

He didn't pay attention to anything he said.

"Your not listening" It probably came out as a seethe because Noah jumped at the sound of his voice, startled.

Noah sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he looked away "A-ah, sorry, Shizuo-dono"

"It's fine" His anger washed away but the annoyance still lingered

"Oh pickles!" Noah jumped to his feet.

"Pickles?" Shizuo repeated, slightly confused

"My milkshake!" He was about to run away when he paused and turned back to the debt collector

"Here, Shizuo-dono! My detective days are over, but you can keep that!" He offered his drawing to the blonde

Shizuo awkwardly plucked the abused paper from Noah's hand. He mumbled as gruff "Thanks" as he watched Noah disappeared into the crowd.

He eyed the poorly drawn picture with a raised brow. It was a stick figure with messy hair, a cigarette in his mouth, a vest, and sunglasses. At the corner of the paper, there was an arrow pointed at the stick figure. In messy kanji it said "Shizuo Heiwajima-dono". All of it was drawn in the bright red crayon.

Is this supposed to be me?

A/N: Please Review :)