A/N : I don't even know why I wrote this the first thing in the morning when I woke up. Enjoy! :)
It was weird to say the least. First it was just small, inconspicuous things such as a new toothbrush sitting in the glass, a comb sitting idly in the old drawer that he has never seen before, or a mug next to his own.
Then comes the bigger and bolder things. Clothes, more toileteries, a bigger coffee table, pillows and safety blanket. And was that an extra futon on top of his own in the corner of this dingy apartment?
The teen sighed heavily when he looked around after he came back from school. Mikado just didn't know how to deal with this situation. He moved to the only window of his residence and sure enough, the crude scratch marks were there. Someone has broken into his apartment yet again.
How many times has it been again?
The next day, before going to school, Mikado took a small box and placed it on the coffee table. After making sure that everything was neat and in order, he went out and locked the door, smiling.
Izaya smirked when he read the note stuck on the window that afternoon.
To Kanra-san,
I want you to know that it'd be easier to move your stuff here through the front door. Please, no more picking at the locks of my window, you jerk. Use the spare key. Knowing you, you creep, you probably knew where I hid it all along.
I've placed a small box on the new coffee table (courtesy from you) and would appreciate it if you would bring my personal items and keep it at your place, in return.
From, Tanaka Tarou-kun.
PS. Don't you dare steal anymore of my boxers, you pedo. I'm running out of clean ones.
Izaya went to the front door, whistling. He then proceeded to search around at the overhead gutter and took a key secured with a pretty strong tape. After dumping more of his stuff, he took the box and head out, locking the door behind him.
But of course, without taking something else first.
"If you're running out of clean ones, then I'll just take your dirty ones."
A/N : Izaya, you creep! You are being gross!