Inseparable

How long have I been looking at the computer screen? I glanced outside the window to see the sun is setting in the horizon, the lights of the city illuminating the sky in a hazy delirium. My phone hasn't rung once nor have I stepped outside to see any of my fellow humans. Namie has been silent, but of course I could hear her wittingly curse under her breath while she worked. I believe she went home two hours ago.

I had to admit though, I was feeling a bit offended and maybe disappointed from the lack of activity from Shizu-chan. I haven't seen him in days. Yes.. Days. The last time we spoke was when I called him a cab at the abandoned building. I didn't feel exactly well after seeing him and his girlfriend together, even though Slon injected her with a sedative, it was also her fault we had to save her ass from Slon who was intended to kill her.

The thought of saving someone's ass is funny. I'm not the hero-type. All-in-all, he could at least warn a guy that he was going to ignore him. I stared up at the ceiling while spinning in my black computer chair, arms dangling from each side and my legs outwards. I was idly enjoying my dark evening with my warm coffee that I needed to pour into the sink since it went cold a few hours ago. I stopped right away, grasped my phone that I was lying on the computer desk and flipped it open.

I text'd him, telling him to phone or come over. I stretched my arms in the air and let out a strained yawn. I slumped back down and waited five minutes, he didn't text back. I hopped up to my feet, swiftly turned on my heel and headed towards the kitchen. I looked through the many things I could eat, but my eyes kept shifting back towards my silent cellphone. Disappointment weighted me down. He probably broke his cellphone while working, anyone can literally piss him off to the point of murder. Of course he wouldn't go that far, I'm proof to his limits.

I tapped my finger against my lip, I let the fridge door close. What was he doing? I mused on this question and decided on the answer, he was probably working long hours and couldn't get back to me. I walked back over to the computer desk and sat down in my chair and slumped my arms in my lap lazily.

My frown deepened, I felt sort of anxious that hungrily clawed at the back of my mind. There was no other way I was going to find out by just sitting here. I grasped my phone, picked up my parka jacket and headed towards the front door. I locked my apartment door, went down the hall towards the elevator and pressed the button that took me to the main floor.

I strolled towards the front doors once I exited the elevator. The fresh cold air of the night flowed against my skin, caressing the warmth as I headed down they street with my hands hidden inside the jacket pockets.

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Ikebukuro.

I stood on the tall building, one hand on my side and the other holding the slim binoculars against my eyes as I caught sight of the blond bartender leaning up on one of the buildings. He held in between his lips, a half lit cigarette. I grit my teeth, realizing the brute isn't working and now he's actually having a placid conversation with Celty.

There had to be a reason why he was ignoring me. He wouldn't do intentionally, right? I had to find out and Shinra is mostly the one who will tell me why instead of directly asking Shizu-chan. I threw binoculars and quickly ran to the cold steps, leaving the building and heading towards Shinra's place.

I bit my lip and I couldn't get the image of Shizuo out of my head. All these unethical questions began to appear inside my head, giving me a migraine. I placed my hand on the side of my head and tried to concentrate on the real problem here. While I was thinking, I hadn't noticed I already arrived at Shinra's apartment complex.

I grumbled about the time while I headed up and walked in unwelcome, I found him sitting in the living room, drinking Mint Green tear. He looked up, his brown eyes hidden behind his dark framed glasses gleamed. Shinra smiled widely, waving at me.

"Hey Izaya," He greeted.

"Hey," I muttered, not in a friendly mood, I sat down across from him, grabbing the remote and turned the TV that was turned to some wild life channel. He blinked at the TV then looked back at me, raising his brow in question.

I sternly looked at him, "What do you know about Shizu-chan?"

"Shizu-chan?" He whispered, his eyes widened in shock. "You of all people want to know about him?"

I scoffed, shaking my head at his oblivious question. "No. I already know everything that I need to know about Shizu-chan."

Shinra sighed, pursing his lips. "Then why do you want to know something about him from me?" Shinra asked, leaning forwards and grabbing his cup of tea, he brought it to his lips and tilted back slightly so the hot liquid could enter his mouth.

I slumped my shoulders, feeling a bit ashamed. "He hasn't called nor visited me in days and I wanted to know if you know why he's acting like this."

Shinra placed his cup down carefully and sat straight up again. "Well, when he brought Vorona here, he said he needed time to himself."

I furrowed my brows, muttering over and over what Shinra said. "Needs time to himself!" I growled, standing up and clenching my hands into tight fists. "Why doesn't he just say something. That son-of-a-bitch!"

Shinra chuckled at my outburst, I sent him a well deserved glare. He nodded and kept his laughter at bay, "Why don't you have time for yourself? You and Shizuo have been hanging out a lot and maybe some space can cool the atmosphere."

I shook my head. "It's been almost three weeks since we last hung out," I said, clasping my hands together. All these hectic thoughts of Shizuo that he might be actually bored of me, maybe that's why he needs time to himself. What if he hates me? Or maybe, just maybe he had enough of my bullshit.

My arms fell to my sides in defeat. "We need time apart. Good thinking Shinra," I said, feeling sad and tasteless as I went walking towards the door.

"Wait, Izaya! Where are you going?"

"Home."

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a/n: reviews are appreciated. no flames or bashing please.