p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"When Izaya felt better, he climbed out of bed fixing his hair in the mirror. He picked up his coat, carrying it with him./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"The apartment was nice, maybe even bigger than his./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"He found a note from Eita that he had gone out and he would be back later. Izaya sighed, he had the urge to snoop through the man's things, but it didn't seem appropriate this time./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"He opened his phone, going through his messages as he walked out of the building. He was in a nice-looking area of Shinjuku on the border of Ikebukuro. But if you really knew the city, there was a lot of underground activity in this area. That was why Hattori probably chose this location. Izaya only lived a short walk away./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"em style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Eita must really trust me to take me to his apartment, not a hotel, or even leave me in the park. Why would he do that?/em/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya kept everyone at arm's length physically and emotionally; it didn't matter who they were. He didn't understand people that trusted so quickly, but he wasn't underestimating the hitman. He definitely had reasons for what he did./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya walked slowly back to his apartment, stopping in a familiar restaurant to order takeout. He decided to wait outside on a bench. Mikado had messaged him several times in his absence./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya smirked as he read the messages; that boy was always getting into trouble. He wondered if a Yukaza group would recruit him once he graduated high school. Izaya could give him an excellent recommendation./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Izaya?" A voice asked. Izaya glanced up to see Kadota looking at him curiously./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Ah, Dota-Chin! It's been a while hasn't it?" He said with a grin./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Kadota frowned at the name but didn't say anything. "Yeah, how have you been?"/span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Oh, the same, just working. You know how it is." Izaya said in a confident voice as he leaned back in his seat./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Yeah, I spoke to Shinra about some rumors I heard a few weeks ago about you. He said I had nothing to worry about." Kadota said, watching Izaya's face for any reaction./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""You know how rumors are, things get blown way out of proportion. I love a good rumor, did you hear about the-"/span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Izaya!" Kadota interrupted him sitting down next to him. "You look like shit, when was the last time you slept?" He said quietly, staring at the informant's pale face and seeing the light bruises peeking out from his shirt./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya gave a hollow laugh, "So rude Dota-Chin! But I guess you like to get straight to what you're thinking. I like that about you."/span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Kadota sighed; talking to Izaya was sometimes frustrating, but it didn't bother him. He knew Izaya didn't mean anything he said personally. It was an obvious avoidance tactic, but it pissed off most people. He had heard people call Izaya fake and sleazy, among other things, over the years; if you didn't know him, he could come off condescending./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Shinra had hinted something had happened but nothing more; he knew the doctor wouldn't give anyone any of Izaya's personal info./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""I heard you were hurt badly about a month ago and then you went dark online and no one saw you around until a few days ago. People thought you had been killed." He said darkly./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya smiled, "Oh, and did you believe that?" He seemed entertained by that. /span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"em style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Of course he would./em/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""I don't know, I wouldn't be surprised with all the people you mess with." He answered with a sigh./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Nobody gets involved with me unless they want to. It's not my fault if they don't like the outcome of my services." Izaya said, his smile fading./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Kadota sensed annoyance, but he couldn't be sure. Knowing what Izaya was thinking was impossible./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Well this was fun, but I have to get going. I'll see you around." Izaya said as he noticed his food was ready./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Don't be a stranger, Izaya. If you need anything you know where to find me." Kadota said as he left./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya sighed; that /spanem style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"was strange. Why would he even bother checking with Shinra? We haven't been that close since high school./em/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"He got home picking at the food while he scrolled through his emails. Shiki wanted to meet with him, probably to discuss a new assignment./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya sipped his tea as he spoke with Shiki a few days later. The two discussed the revenue made from weapon sales in Ikebukuro and other mundane things Izaya didn't really care about. Izaya didn't know why he had felt uneasy to see the man. His last memory of seeing him was when he was still at Shinra's. He barely remembered much of that since he was so drugged from the pain./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"The room was growing dim as the sun went down. Izaya squinted at the paper he was reading, seeing the words blurring together. He felt off; he ignored it supposing he was just tired./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Shiki was speaking again; his words sounded far away. Izaya looked at him, seeing the man watching him./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Orihara-San?" Izaya heard him say. He was vaguely aware of Shiki standing up and sitting on the couch next to him./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"A hand touched his face before running through his hair. Izaya frowned; he didn't like that./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Shiki had watched as Izaya drank his tea spiked with ketamine. He had the informant come over under the impression that he was helping him with some documents. It had slowly taken effect over the past thirty minutes, and now Izaya was staring blankly into space. He wasn't reacting to his voice when he spoke./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Shiki could see the confusion on Izaya's face as he struggled to understand what was happening. He set his condom and lube on the table as he got up, sitting next to Izaya on the long couch. Izaya's hair was soft and silky as he ran his hand through it. Izaya made a noise of protest, but Shiki ignored it as he let his hand wander down Izaya's chest. He pulled up the hem of the shirt to expose Izaya's pale stomach before easing the man down onto his back./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Shh, just lay down Izaya-Kun." He whispered into the drugged man's ear before letting his lips touch the pale neck. Izaya whimpered softly; he looked out of it now with his eyes glazed over./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Shiki smiled as he climbed on top of the younger man. Finally, he would get what he'd been wanting for years. Izaya would never know./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"The apartment was nice, maybe even bigger than his./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"He found a note from Eita that he had gone out and he would be back later. Izaya sighed, he had the urge to snoop through the man's things, but it didn't seem appropriate this time./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"He opened his phone, going through his messages as he walked out of the building. He was in a nice-looking area of Shinjuku on the border of Ikebukuro. But if you really knew the city, there was a lot of underground activity in this area. That was why Hattori probably chose this location. Izaya only lived a short walk away./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"em style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Eita must really trust me to take me to his apartment, not a hotel, or even leave me in the park. Why would he do that?/em/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya kept everyone at arm's length physically and emotionally; it didn't matter who they were. He didn't understand people that trusted so quickly, but he wasn't underestimating the hitman. He definitely had reasons for what he did./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya walked slowly back to his apartment, stopping in a familiar restaurant to order takeout. He decided to wait outside on a bench. Mikado had messaged him several times in his absence./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya smirked as he read the messages; that boy was always getting into trouble. He wondered if a Yukaza group would recruit him once he graduated high school. Izaya could give him an excellent recommendation./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Izaya?" A voice asked. Izaya glanced up to see Kadota looking at him curiously./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Ah, Dota-Chin! It's been a while hasn't it?" He said with a grin./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Kadota frowned at the name but didn't say anything. "Yeah, how have you been?"/span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Oh, the same, just working. You know how it is." Izaya said in a confident voice as he leaned back in his seat./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Yeah, I spoke to Shinra about some rumors I heard a few weeks ago about you. He said I had nothing to worry about." Kadota said, watching Izaya's face for any reaction./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""You know how rumors are, things get blown way out of proportion. I love a good rumor, did you hear about the-"/span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Izaya!" Kadota interrupted him sitting down next to him. "You look like shit, when was the last time you slept?" He said quietly, staring at the informant's pale face and seeing the light bruises peeking out from his shirt./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya gave a hollow laugh, "So rude Dota-Chin! But I guess you like to get straight to what you're thinking. I like that about you."/span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Kadota sighed; talking to Izaya was sometimes frustrating, but it didn't bother him. He knew Izaya didn't mean anything he said personally. It was an obvious avoidance tactic, but it pissed off most people. He had heard people call Izaya fake and sleazy, among other things, over the years; if you didn't know him, he could come off condescending./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Shinra had hinted something had happened but nothing more; he knew the doctor wouldn't give anyone any of Izaya's personal info./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""I heard you were hurt badly about a month ago and then you went dark online and no one saw you around until a few days ago. People thought you had been killed." He said darkly./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya smiled, "Oh, and did you believe that?" He seemed entertained by that. /span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"em style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"Of course he would./em/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""I don't know, I wouldn't be surprised with all the people you mess with." He answered with a sigh./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Nobody gets involved with me unless they want to. It's not my fault if they don't like the outcome of my services." Izaya said, his smile fading./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Kadota sensed annoyance, but he couldn't be sure. Knowing what Izaya was thinking was impossible./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Well this was fun, but I have to get going. I'll see you around." Izaya said as he noticed his food was ready./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Don't be a stranger, Izaya. If you need anything you know where to find me." Kadota said as he left./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya sighed; that /spanem style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"was strange. Why would he even bother checking with Shinra? We haven't been that close since high school./em/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"He got home picking at the food while he scrolled through his emails. Shiki wanted to meet with him, probably to discuss a new assignment./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Izaya sipped his tea as he spoke with Shiki a few days later. The two discussed the revenue made from weapon sales in Ikebukuro and other mundane things Izaya didn't really care about. Izaya didn't know why he had felt uneasy to see the man. His last memory of seeing him was when he was still at Shinra's. He barely remembered much of that since he was so drugged from the pain./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"The room was growing dim as the sun went down. Izaya squinted at the paper he was reading, seeing the words blurring together. He felt off; he ignored it supposing he was just tired./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Shiki was speaking again; his words sounded far away. Izaya looked at him, seeing the man watching him./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Orihara-San?" Izaya heard him say. He was vaguely aware of Shiki standing up and sitting on the couch next to him./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"A hand touched his face before running through his hair. Izaya frowned; he didn't like that./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Shiki had watched as Izaya drank his tea spiked with ketamine. He had the informant come over under the impression that he was helping him with some documents. It had slowly taken effect over the past thirty minutes, and now Izaya was staring blankly into space. He wasn't reacting to his voice when he spoke./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Shiki could see the confusion on Izaya's face as he struggled to understand what was happening. He set his condom and lube on the table as he got up, sitting next to Izaya on the long couch. Izaya's hair was soft and silky as he ran his hand through it. Izaya made a noise of protest, but Shiki ignored it as he let his hand wander down Izaya's chest. He pulled up the hem of the shirt to expose Izaya's pale stomach before easing the man down onto his back./span/p
p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true""Shh, just lay down Izaya-Kun." He whispered into the drugged man's ear before letting his lips touch the pale neck. Izaya whimpered softly; he looked out of it now with his eyes glazed over./span/p
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p style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="color: #0e101a; background: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" data-preserver-spaces="true"Shiki smiled as he climbed on top of the younger man. Finally, he would get what he'd been wanting for years. Izaya would never know./span/p