Chapter 7:
"It's dangerous to let him go" said Yuuhei, as he re-emerged on the scene and stared at his elder brother.
"W-what?" asked Shizuo, still feeling a bit uncomfortable and nervous about Izaya and the words he has spoken.
"Because he is an informer?" this time asked Karin, stroking the little dog.
"Tch! Just throw this fur ball away. How long are you planning to keep on holding that flea spring?" roared Shizuo.
"He might just spread this wrong information all over the Ikebukuro, as far as I understand Orihara san's nature"
Shizuo turned his attention back to his little brother, ignoring the annoying looks from Karin.
He scratched his head once again, shifting his gaze.
"What… am I supposed to say to him then?"
"well… say whatever you want and however you want, you have to stop him. Even though I am not going to live here, it is still better if my image doesn't get any unwanted stains" said Karin as she got up.
Shizuo's uneasiness elevated, he knew people won't really believe Izaya if he said something like this but still…
He gritted his teeth, where is that smart-ass brain of that shitty flea when it's needed the most!
"He… might be just lying, like always" said the disturbed blonde.
Yuuhei stared at him, silently studying and thinking.
As much as he knows about Izaya from what Shizuo has quoted to him, he knew that the way informant looked as he walked away wasn't the look of a liar, and Shizuo must have noticed the same.
Shizuo averted his eyes, trying not to look at his brother's stern gaze.
Karin stood and watched from Yuuhei to Shizuo, and Shizuo to Yuuhei, feeling like an outsider which she was.
"I gotta go now though, with the dog. Let's meet at the airport"
Both turned to her, and Shizuo finally turned and looked at his brother too.
"Yes, I have to go now too." Said Yuuhei, understanding the question behind Shizuo's eyes.
"M-mmm" Shizuo nodded, breathing deep and closing his eyes for a moment.
"We can't tell him the truth either right?" he asked after a moment.
"Obviously! There is a reason as to why we are leaving this country so silently" reasoned Karin, her face now turning into a small scowl.
Shizuo scowled back, the angry twitchy vein slightly appearing his temple. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a cigarette packet to relax himself.
"I would say this once again, it's dangerous"
The so-called monster of Ikebukuro pursed his lips tight in confusion and nervousness as he lit the cigarette.
Even if it was dangerous, how was he supposed to say such a thing to Izaya? To say they aren't going on a h-h-hon-…! Tch! Damn! I can't even speak that word! Too embarrassing! Too embarrassing!
Shizuo thought as both Yuuhei and Karin started to walk away the same way that little black hoody figure had done a few moments ago.
Shizuo let an exasperated sigh out and blew a puff of smoke in the air, staring down into the direction where the informant had vanished into the other street. Yes, even his eyes seemed to be focused on Yuuhei and Karin, he still saw the informant turning the corner of the street.
He had seen how the informant had looked up, how his gaze had stayed fixed on Shizuo's silhouette, and how his face expression had changed from anger into sadness and then an unknown regret. He had seen how enraged and disturbed the informant had looked as he turned his gaze away from Shizuo's balcony; how he had punched the nearest wall and probably got his wrist damaged or something for his face was scrunched in such a painful expression. He had seen Izaya spitting on floor with an expression of utter disappointment on his face, and growling, most probably due to the pain in his hand.
Even though Shizuo couldn't really see the exact face of Izaya; just a faint picture of him from so far, yet he couldn't be any wrong about the emotions he saw on Izaya's face. What his eyes were witnessing, though seemed too unnatural to be possible, but it had happened. Shizuo finally witnessed some expressions other than the lousy smirk on informant's face.
And this disturbed the hell out of him.
Why was he looking like that? Why did his… too smart of a brain thought of a shitty impossible idea as this? Was this because… Karin and I are pretending to be in relationship? Tch! But still… that's too ridiculous of an idea! No one goes that far in relationship so soon, you dumbass, goofy informant!
The twitchy vein got more visible on Shizuo's temple, indicating to the elevation in blonde's rage as he continued to stare at the empty space where Izaya had stood and showed him an entire different side of the one of the most dangerous man of the Ikebukuro, on the very day of his departure from the country.
Arggh!
Shizuo jumped off the balcony, right onto the street of his apartment building, knowing his monstrous body won't get even a single scratch from this little stunt.
Yuuhei and Karin had just finished climbing the building and were now walking towards their respective vehicles, Shizuo quickly passed by them without saying a single thing. He had no idea how he was going to confront Izaya about the honeymoon part, he had no idea how he is going to ask about the multiple expressions he showed while crossing the street, he had no idea how he would even face the flea whose mind has somehow managed to bring out such an absurd and ridiculous idea of "The monster of Ikebukuro on Honeymoon" into the periphery of the reality. Well for Shizuo, such an idea exists neither beyond the reality's peripheries, nor in fantasies; unless or until, he changes his monstrous side, which somehow seems impossible.
…
"IZZZZAAAAAYYYYYAAAAAAAAA"
The voice roared once again throughout the Ikebukuro, and taking it as their warning signal, the citizens of Ikebukuro scrammed away, leaving a huge empty space around the monster of Ikebukuro. But to their surprise, there was no Orihara Izaya and his little pocket-knife. It was just Shizuo, roaring and shouting the informant's name all over the Ikebukuro.
He couldn't think of any other way of how to call the flea, he didn't have much time left for he still needed to prepare a bunch of things for his departure. It was already one hour and there were no sign of flea whatsoever.
Shizuo flipped his cell phone out for the hundredth time during the last hour, confronting against his own self as to whether he should call Izaya or not. He still wasn't prepared after all, he might be able to drag the conversation somehow face to face, but on phone this would be impossible.
So he once again shrugged the idea off his back and ran his eyes through the street of Ikebukuro,wondering as to where the disturbed and probably injured informant would be.
An idea clicked in his mind and he dialed Shinra's number without the second thought. If he was injured and needed medical care, he would definitely go to Shinra's and no one else. Though there was still the probability that the informant didn't really break his hand back there, but yet there was the slightest chance that he might be at Shinra's place, and he wouldn't want to miss it.
"Pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up" muttered Shizuo as he waited for the phone call to answer.
"Hello~ Shinra her-"
"Shinra! Is Izaya there?" asked Shizuo bluntly.
"I-izaya you say?"
Shinra shifted his eyes onto the little black figure resting on his couch, sulking.
"Y-Yeh he is. Something wrong?"
A loud sigh was heard from Shizuo's side at this answer.
"Is he injured?" asked the blonde.
Shinra was a little taken aback at this question.
"Weren't you the one who injured Izaya in the first place?" asked Shinra, not hiding the surprise in his voice.
Something snapped in Shizuo's brain as he found himself getting accused of the things he didn't do due to the informant and his anger flared up. A growl escaped his throat; he would have crushed the cell phone in his hand too but paused as he heard a faint, coarse voice on the other side of phone.
"Called my name?"
It was Izaya's voice, though a bit coarse and sullen, with no tint of mock and insult whatsoever, but teeming with anger and defeat and remorse. The image of the multiple expressions on Izaya's face once again manifested before his eyes, blowing the anger away and replacing it with an uncertain confusion and anxiety.
"Don't tell him its me..." hissed Shizuo over the phone.
"And keep him holding there. Something happened and I didn't cause that injury and I need to talk to the damn flea but he is nowhere to be seen so keep on holding him there and I am just coming over there", said Shizuo in single breath.
"W-woah woah wait! I don't want to-"
-CLICK-
And the phone hung up. Shinra pouted, anticipating another broken door once Shizuo would arrive. He sighed and turned to the other trouble at the hand, namely known as Orihara Izaya, the information broker, who is currently seemed to be in very vulnerable and unstable state and in bad mood too, staring at him questioningly and suspiciously.
"Who was on the phone?" Izaya asked once again, in a more annoyed and angry tone than before.
"A-ahh that.. you see… a client! Hahahha let's get back to the tv shall we?" suggested Shinra as he walked back to the couch, trembling inside as the informant just kept his piercing stare hovering over his white coat.
He sighed.
He was in a dire need of Celty here but unfortunately she was on her duty, leaving him to sail all alone in destiny's boat with the two most dangerous men of the city.
I wonder if the story is making any sense at all T~T please let me know what the people who have read it this far think of the story. would be helpful for me carry on... or i may just drop it ._." or.. well i am kinda planning to write a long chapter next but.. needs a bit of motivation T~T
PS: Sorry for spelling and grammatical mistake. I have read it just once before posting.