Bordeaux and the half-smoked cigarette
12. Calm
"Shi-zu-chan!" the debt collector looked up from the half smoked cigarette to the bubbly informant, ruby orbs bright with excitement. He glued himself to the blond arm, mindful that he could be punched in the face at anytime. "You seem to be ignoring me today! Tsk tsk, that will simply not do."
To Izaya's immense surprise, there was no reaction whatsoever from the brute. "Shizu-chan?" the debt collector put out the smoke and studied him for a moment.
"Izaya, how old are we?"
The use of his name set the informant on edge already. "Tch. 28,or did your protozoan brain forget already?"
The blond had continued on as if he hadn't heard him. "We've known each other for 14 years than, and I still wonder why you waste your time, energy, and money on annoying me. Shouldn't use that concentration on getting a girlfriend or something?"
Izaya refrained from informing him that he didn't need to waste money on getting a reaction out of Shizuo- that was priceless.
Instead, he merely scoffed. "And? I love all of humanity too much to stick to one person.
The response shockingly brought a quirk to the blonde's lips.
"Except for me."
The smile had still stunned the informant into silence as he watched Shizuo take off his trademark sunglasses. He sighed quietly as if he was telling some parent about their incorrigible child. "I always knew monogamy wasn't your thing."
He recovered with a sneer. "Oh? Your learning big words now."
The blond was still irritatingly calm as he looked up to the sky, eyes unreadable under the cobalt lenses. "Well things change. People change." he turned to Izaya with a small sad smiles, the blonde's range of expressions still sent the man reeling every time he saw one. "I thought you being the smarter one would change the most. You should settle down, build a family, put this behind you."
Of all the intelligent remarks he could have made, he merely crossed his arms. "In your dreams."
Shizuo looked pensive for a fraction of a minute before he nodded. "I thought so." he turned away, heading towards his home in the red light district, waving as he did so. " 'Night."
The informant dropped his arms, still puzzled by the irregularity of the meeting.
