"Shizuo. Izaya…" Shinra backed up until he could hide behind Celty. "You both returned so s-soon."
"Shinra… where the hell is Tsuki…" Shizuo glared at the good doctor and the man gulped.
"Well you see… um…"
"From what I've heard Tokyo bay is getting pretty empty, if you catch my drift Shinra," Izaya murmured in that low voice of his.
[We knew where he was, but we wanted to leave him be to sleep and he vanished. Shouldn't we focus on finding him? ^^']
Celty's text did nothing to quell the two angered parents. Izaya looked at the whole room and threw his arms up, "why bother! Let's just leave an informant's child unprotected in a city. Let's just watch some anime and obsess over headless women! What could possibly happen?"
Shizuo even tried to calm the informant, "Izaya-"
"Oh! While we're at it, let's leave the kid with people he's not at all familiar with! Let's leave him with an unlicensed doctor who's probably a bit insane and a creature of folklore! Great idea. It's not like anything could possibly go missing from a dullahan. She's only lost her own memories and head, but a child with legs? No way, she'll keep good track of that."
Shinra glared a bit, "Izaya, what you're going through is common paranoi-"
"Don't you dare try to chalk this up to paranoia," Izaya hissed, turning on his heels and heading out the door. "I'm going to look for my son and I'm going to take him home."
"Fine." Shizuo started to follow when the flea rounded on him, giving him one royally pissed glare.
"I am going to look for my son. You tried as a parent, but unfortunately you fail to realize that you can't seem to make choices to his best of health."
"Like hell! He's our-"
"My! My kid! Honestly, Shizu-chan. How long do you think you can keep looking me in the face. How long until you throw a vending machine at us? A week? A month? I don't do domestic home life. We fucked. It happens-"
"Don't pull this shit, Izaya!" Shizuo threw his arm out and slammed the informant into the wall outside the apartment, "he's mine as well as yours. Do you forget shit so fast. You agreed to let me in-"
"And what? Suddenly we would just be bestest buddies and we can do our nails and read fashion magazines- Sorry to break it to you, but your fantasy is a bunch of bullshit."
"Shut the hell up! Tsukishima is our kid." Shizuo lifted the informant onto his shoulder and got into the elevator, "we fucked. You had a kid. That means I should take fucking responsibility, but I honestly hate your attitude and your mouth." The elevator descended slowly as the blond glared at the reflection of Izaya's butt. "I hate your arrogant ass and I hate the fact that you treat everyone like scum. I hate having you come up with those stupid nicknames. I hate the fact you dodge every single thing I throw at you. I hate that you claim I raped you. I hate you, Izaya-kun."
"…" The small room filled with silence. The sound of the pulleys and cables moving the box room down filled the air.
"I suppose though…" Shizuo conceded, "that I do like how you treat and care for Tsukishima. Arrogant dick that you are, apparently something went right in that fucking head of yours." The informant was set down before being cornered in a corner. "I told you this once before and I'll say it again. We're doing this my way, your way just leaves us both miserable."
"I believe you said cold last time." Izaya stated.
"Shut it." He grabbed the informant's arm as the doors opened and dragged him along to the front door of the building. "We're going to find our son."
Izaya yanked his arm away and began to run off. "No, I'm going to find my son."
"!" The blond's battle-cry heard over the sounds of the city life around them. People turned to them a moment before scattering in fear, the informant merely continued to run.
~.~
Tsuki-chan…
Izaya leaped from one roof to another, knowing where this was going to lead him. He had to hurry with this. He didn't have much time. He'd lost the ex-bartender around the bay. That was fine by him. He didn't need that protozoan getting his feelings into the mess.
The daylight was nearing its end as he used a laundry line connecting two buildings. He slid down into the apartment window and navigated through the dark room, entering into the hallway only to exit the other side. Hands grasped at the brick of the building's wall as he left through another window. He looked across the good distance between him and his targeted building.
Hmm… He was uncertain of this distance. This was a good few feet more than he was used to… Then again, it was him who was taking the leap and Tsukishima was over there.
Izaya pushed his legs up to just under his hands and, without hesitation, sprung towards the other building. The wind brushed passed him, sending volts of cold through him. His coat fluttered around him as he hit the side of the building. He cursed as he found the building to be more sleek-sided. His fingers burned as he went sliding down a floor, only to latch onto a nearby balcony.
Good.
Ignoring the pain in his limbs, Izaya flipped himself onto the balcony and slid the door open. He proceeded cautiously into the room and took to the wall, watching the area intently for any signs of his humans. Now was not the time to be caught.
Slowly, he made it to the front door and checked the little viewer for people in the hallway. It was empty.
He exited quietly and headed down the hallway when he heard a screech. He turned to find a daymaid staring at him in horror. "That was… Mister Rain's room…"
"What?" Izaya asked, holding his arms open, "a famous singer can't invite an old friend in for some tea?"
"Mister Rain is Korean though…"
"Miss, are you implying that a Japanese man and a Korean man cannot be friends?" He put on his best look of anger and rounded on her, "I will have you know that Rain and I go way back. We had a run-in in Seoul and together drank through a bottle of vodka before he went to star in Ninja Assassin."
The woman, terrified, nodded hastily. "Yes. Yes, forgive me. I didn't mean any disrespect."
"I bet not, should I inform my dear friend to tell the hotel management of this?"
"NO!" The woman turned and gave him a quick, over the shoulder smile, "it is a pleasure to have your business in our hotel and we hope you continue to rely on us for your stays in Tokyo."
As the woman ran, Izaya smiled to himself. That had been amusing enough.
Getting back into gear, he entered the elevator and paused at the key slot for the penthouse. Oh, but this would be interesting. He glanced at the small sign above it.
Anyone caught attempting to break and enter into another room will be punished to the fullest extent of the law.
"Bring it on." He murmured, pulling out a small lock-picking kit.
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A/N: I do believe that was the most reviews I have gotten for a single chapter of this story. It was extremely encouraging and I saw some reviewer names I haven't seen a good while. I suppose I should thank you. So therefore, my sincerest danke to:
Seliphra, Midnight-Kitsune11, Angel., Anonymous, Anonie, Anon, Anony, Yukirain, letters, Nostarya, [reviewer of no actual name] - Setton?, Taiyo, 21lillian21, Insane-Killer.X3, ForBiddeLoVe, Ranixe-cat, Kaaja, bleach-freak45, PikachuIzaya, and Shizaya25. Your reviews sent my ipod shouting "Mr. Simple."
My cat doesn't like that song… nor my college professor… But it was amusing as hell to hear. So thank you and please continue the reviewing awesome for it encouraged me to write this so much quicker than I was going to actually write.
PLUS I WILL GIVE INTERNET COOKIES (or update another one of my fics immediately) IF SOMEONE CAN GUESS WHO STOLE TSUKI! XD
I love humans…
They're so amusing.
Huh… kind of a long message…