"Please do this for me."
Shinra smiled, tipping his head to the side, "It'll be more meaningful. Trust me."
Midori's fingers fiddled with the edge of the gift box and she glanced at Shinra with uncertainty. The neatly packed box felt smooth in her hands, not a wrinkle to be seen on the wrapping paper. Clearly a lot of effort was put into this. She'd rather be the one to hand the gift to Izaya. Not only Izaya would acknowledge her for even a couple of seconds (and perhaps give her that sweet smile of his), who knew how careful Shinra is going to handle it?
"Are you sure?" she asked again.
"We're doing this just for today, so I hope you'll cooperate with us." Kadota gave Midori a nod. He scanned through girls surrounding them, holding back a small sigh before letting his gaze fall back on Shinra.
Why did he sign up for this again?
"If you don't join in, it wouldn't work well. Don't you want him to have the best birthday ever?"
That was a bit of a lie. A white lie Shinra had to tell.
He doubted it'd be the best birthday Izaya ever had— especially with the plan he'd devised and the number of people involved in it. But it should be worth it in the end, right? Most people do this kind of surprise with their friends. Plus, it'd be fun to see Izaya's reaction.
"Okay." Midori gave in, and soon the others follow. Kadota and Shinra could barely hold all the gifts handed over to them in their arms. They only hoped they could reach Celty -who'd been waiting at the front gate- before they drop the gifts. The girls would surely be out for their blood if they damage those even the slightest.
"Oh, and one more thing," Shinra stopped in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder to flash the girls a big grin.
"Don't wish him happy birthday either."
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10:13 A.M
"Good morning, Orihara-san."
Izaya turned his head, meeting the girl's gaze and smiled in return. The girl squealed in happiness while she passed by Izaya, tugging at her friend with excitement. There were only books in her hands and nothing else.
"Hm…" He stared at her retreating figure with a small frown, the smile he gave her no longer there.
Usually, he'd be getting a lot of presents by now, especially from the girls who adore him. But so far he hadn't even gotten any wishes. Did they forget? Or is there something going on? Things did seem to be weird, since everyone's focus was set on him. He couldn't figure out what he did wrong, though.
Plopping onto the grass, Izaya searched through the bushes he saw out the window earlier.
"Shinra would probably like a gift as gratitude for the stunt he pulled off." mumbled Izaya to himself.
A small frog hopped to the side from all the rustling Izaya did, catching his attention. He reached a hand out to grab the small creature but a pair of polished black shoes suddenly blocked his sight from his target.
"The principal would like to see you." Mr. Fujiwara spoke.
Still having his eyes on the frog, Izaya kept track of where it was going to go. He didn't want it to stray far. It'd be troublesome to find another since he didn't have much time until the break ends.
"Why?"
"He'll be assigning detention for your misbehavior."
Izaya looked at Mr. Fujiwara, taking his sweet time to get back on his feet and brush bits of grass off his pants. He didn't forget to wave at the frog before leaving with Mr. Fujiwara to the principal's office.
"I'll come back for you later, frog-san!"
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"Take a seat."
The principal, Mr. Akiyama, gestured towards the chair situated in front of him. He drummed his fingers on the wooden surface and gave Mr. Fujiwara a quick glance while Izaya got himself comfortable, very comfortable actually— with his back leaning against the cushion and chin resting in his palm.
They both pursed their lips at Izaya's behavior. It was tempting to tell Izaya off, but they'd gone through this before.
"I've been informed that you left for home during school hours. You do know that it's against school rules, right?" said Mr. Akiyama.
"Yes."
"You'll be receiving punishment for that."
"I had to send my little sisters to school."
He scribbled something onto a piece of paper before looking up to make eye-contact with Izaya, "Isn't there anyone else to send them?"
"Not today," Izaya shook his head, the corners of his lips stretching into a smile, "I think it's safer for me to do so than them going there alone."
"Don't you agree?"
Mr. Akiyama gulped at the gaze Izaya was giving him. He took his handkerchief out, wiping at the sweat dripping on his face sheepishly. Orihara Izaya was still a rather intimidating student to him despite of his status as the principal. Izaya didn't have the amazing strength Shizuo had, but he was skilled with knives and self-defense. It was a shame to admit that they needed Izaya to keep the good name of the school. If he hadn't gotten excellent results on each test, they would've long kicked Izaya out.
"Ah, yes." he laughed nervously, "I'll… let that go since you had a valid excuse. But you've also destroyed many school properties along with Heiwajima Shizuo. You haven't paid for the damage caused for the month."
"I'll ask for early payment from my boss." Izaya retorted.
"It won't be enough to cover everything."
Ignoring Mr. Akiyama's attempt to shaken him up, he unlocked his phone, the contact on the screen showing 'Kine' written in big bold letters before Izaya switched to another contact after much contemplation.
Kine wouldn't be as effective.
He brought the device up to his ear and waited for the receiver to pick up. "Hello. Shiki-san?" Izaya lolled his head back in relaxation, knowing he'd already won this round. He just had to resist the urge to laugh. They couldn't punish him if he could solve the problem.
And Orihara Izaya is always capable of doing so, if he wishes to.
"Do you think I can get the pay in advance?"
"Our principal here is demanding for it. I'll do a good job on the work you've given me, you know that."
"If you're not convinced, I'll give you discount then!"
Mr. Akiyama and Mr. Fujiwara watched as Izaya spoke on the phone. He seemed very casual with this 'boss' of his. It kind of made them wonder what sort of part-time job Izaya took. Although with that smart brain of his, it'd be easy for him to get a job almost anywhere.
"There's someone who'd like to speak with you." Izaya finally stopped chattering with the person on the call, handing his phone to Mr. Akiyama with a victorious smile. It definitely roused suspicion.
"Awakusu's excecutive, Shiki Haruya speaking." came the voice from the phone.
"Yes, I'd like to speak about Orihara Iz-" Mr. Akiyama started, lifting his cup to take a sip of his coffee but before he could even swallow a drop, he ended up spitting it back out. "A-Awakusu?"
Izaya with his quick reflex managed to shield himself using a cushion that was before supporting his back on the chair. Mr. Fujiwara didn't say anything about the liquid landing on his face as he blinked in surprise at the name of a powerful organization.
"It's fine. We can prolong the reparation. T-The kids don't need to use the laboratory."
"There are more damage but we can cover some of them."
"Yes, yes. I'm sorry for the trouble."
Mr. Akiyama emitted a sigh as soon as the call ended -from relief of it being over, or disappointment of the failure of their pain, no one knows- and returned the phone back to Izaya before turning his swivel chair around to face the other way. He couldn't even bring himself to look at the grin on Izaya's face.
"You may go."
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Note: I wasn't really proud of this chapter but I managed to pull myself up with the help of my qt friend, lucie and all of you guys who commented and enjoyed the story. I'm really thankful for all the time you put into leaving comments, favorites and even read my fic. Thanks so much! This is the last failed attempt at pranking Izaya. We'll be going back to the current setting for the next chapter. I'm hyped! (୨୧ ❛ᴗ❛)✧ Enjoy!