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^I am getting tired of saying that though .

[Izaya]

I paused to look at Shizu-chan.

"I think…that you just talk too much for a flea." He dropped the dishes into the drain board and turned back around, "I'll go get your meds, try not to start puking or something."

I felt my features distort at the very mention of something so rank, "That is disgusting Shizu-chan, I'm seriously offended that you think I would ever do something like that.

He turned the walked back to my bedroom, and I hear him mutter, "You're not as far from there as you think."

I felt my hands turn to fists, my nails digging into my palms. I'm not crazy Shizu-chan.

I took a deep breath and regained my posture and face before Shizu-chan returned pill bottles in hand.

"One of each." He placed the bottles each filled with a different supplement, "Oh, except this one." He pushed one of the bottles away.

"Why not?" I put my chin the table and eyed the bottle.

"Those are pain killers. Shinra said they were really strong and not to give you any unless something was really acting up."

I extracted a single pill from each of the bottles and washed them down with my now rather cold tea. Taking one at a time was still all I could do; everything I ingested just made me feel so sick.

I pushed myself up, a little too quickly getting that quick flash of blackness; I kept my balance this time; and walked to my desk.

"What are you doing?" Shizu-chan questioned as he rinsed out the empty cup. Like a housewife isn't he?

"Work."

"Aren't you suposta' be resting?"

"Yes, mother." I replied in a sarcastic tone, "But, my job is just so much fun that's it relaxing for me. Besides, I have clients who I would really rather not miss. Speaking of which, what am I going to do with you?"

"What do you mean by that flea?"

I sighed, was it really that hard to figure out? "I meet up personally with a lot of clients, and I would rather not have a monster staring them down, it makes them a lot less likely to be useful."

"Tch. You really do get a little freakish kick out of messing with people don't you?"

"Hmm? I really don't know what you mean, Shizu-chan. I'm an informant, it's simply my job to gain information by various means and then give it to those who are in need of it. How they decide to take my words is completely up to them."

Shizu-chan grunted and plunked back down on my sofa, "Where's that lady with the long hair who was here yesterday?"

"I told her she was on a paid vacation for the time being. I have a feeling that the two of you, being so contrasting might just get into some sort of fight, and I want my apartment in one piece."

Typing with one hand was proving to be a little more annoying than I had thought. I couldn't even use the touchpad on my laptop with my injured wrist without sending bolts of pain up my arm. This was going to be really annoying.

I scrolled through various forums and chat logs to see if any interesting rumors had popped up, nothing caught my eye, and I didn't have any urgent e-mails; was this going to be a boring day? I didn't really want to go outside and have Shizu-chan stalking behind me like some predator on the hunt, I sighed a little and continued surfing.

Shizu-chan was being very quiet; I spun my chair to get a better view of him.

He was just sitting there staring off into space, where the heck did the monster who tracked me through the streets of Ikebukuro go?

"Oi! Shizu-chan~ Aren't you getting bored? Want to go home yet?"

He tilted his head slightly in my direction, "Not a chance flea. How much does this place cost anyways?"

"More than you can afford."

"Fucking louse, would it really kill ya to not try and piss me off at every turn?"

"No. But it's much more fun to watch you running around like a beast than sitting around and doing nothing."

"Sorry, but I'm not here to entertain you."

"Pity, I was hoping for something interesting to do."

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, the blackberry where I kept my high interest clients started to vibrate.

I picked it up, and cringed a little seeing the name. It was Shiki-san. Fun as it was toying between the Awakusu-kai and Asuki Group, I didn't want them and Shizu-chan to get friendly, or not so friendly in my apartment.

[We need to talk.] The message read.