A/N: Wow! Thanks for the amazing feedback guys! I really appreciate it and it's just fuelled my drive to write this.
I love writing this haha izaya and shizuo are just so much fun to play with!
Muddled Thoughts
Izaya was sitting his desk staring off into space, yet again. A few weeks had passed since that incident and he had never quite gotten back to work. His computer was on but remained ignored, the papers on his desk still in a neat stack.
Namie dropped a heavy pile of papers on his desk adding to the growing pile,
"Are you ever going to do anything?" she accused, her tone venomous, just because her life had ended up in such a way that she was forced to work for Izaya it didn't mean she had to like it, or be nice about it. "You've sulked quite enough haven't you?" she continued
"Shut-up..." he murmured to her
"I mean come on, you have the entire city in the palm of your hand, you play your ridiculous 'game' but you're depressed because that insane guy with monstrous strength won't try to kill you?" she was evidently still holding a grudge towards Shizuo for harming her brother, and was aggravated by Izaya's continued presence in his apartment.
"It's not fun...without him" this was a new development,
"Do you even realize what you're saying? You're acting like a teenage girl who's depressed over some guy. You said it yourself countless times before, he's just a pawn."
Izaya snapped
"He's not just a pawn!" standing up and slamming his hands on the desk, he eyed the insufferable woman with hate, who was she to tell him what to do?
If he wanted to sulk he would damn well sulk. Shizuo wasn't just a pawn, he had been...what had he been?
Izaya was no longer sure...
All he really knew was that life wasn't fun without him, their fights, the chases, and the everyday challenges. It made his life more interesting, compared to that everything else seemed either like business or an experiment. With Shizuo it was just fun.
Izaya couldn't decide if he was sulking because Shizuo was no longer in his life, or if he was sulking because he hadn't beaten him.
It must be the second one he had rationalised. Why would he miss him? It made no sense...but then again nothing about them made any sense...
His thoughts continued to muddle like this day in and day out. Until he was no longer sure of himself.
Just what did he feel for Shizuo Heiwajima?
Getting up he grabbed his coat and left for Ikebukuro without another word. Leaving behind a disgruntled Namie who begrudgingly continued her work muttering
"And he calls my love strange, speak for yourself..."
Namie...you're in love with your brother, that's creepy...i agree with izaya...
Wahaha so hopefully this shows izaya's thoughts to some degree i still want to keep some material ~_~
