It continues. . .
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Chapter 2: Two Turtle Doves
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Lightly the snow drifted passed Shizuo's face making him shiver. The people passed him as he walked the streets of Ikebukuro while he looked for something. What that something was, he didn't know. Maybe it was a gift for his brother? Or maybe he just wanted to beat the living shit out of someone or something. No, that wasn't it. He knew exactly who he was looking for and why. But it wasn't a good idea. He only wined up repeating yesterday's actions. And he wasn't sure he could do that a second time. He might actually do something kind of stupid.
When Shizuo came to the park where he'd always end up for some reason, he sat down on a bench and took out one of his cigarettes and lit it. He huffed out a puff of smoke before hearing a little whimper come up from by his feet. He looked down to find a black and white patched Shiba Inu puppy looking up at him. The thing was smaller than most of the puppies Shizuo passed on a daily basses and looked to be a little unhealthily thin. So feeling a little bit sorry for the poor thing, Shizuo picked up the freezing puppy and placed him in his coat to try and warm the poor thing up. The puppy whined at the contact at first, but feeling no threat from the uncaring debt collector, it soon settled down into the warmth of the inside coat.
Rubbing his head and finishing his cigarette, He scooped up the puppy and headed off back towards his apartment. Not far behind was the stalkerish Izaya spying Shizuo's every move. He took a mental note of the puppy, taking it into consideration that maybe the upcoming holiday was making him lonely though he really did doubt it.
Izaya followed Shizuo a few blocks before stopping when Shizuo stopped at Russia Sushi. He eyed the blond who was talking to Simon about something. Behind him, a crunching met his ears.
Izaya turned around meeting the glare of the helmet of the infamous Black Rider, Celty. "Well, are you a sight for sore eyes." Izaya greeted the headless woman.
"I saw the chat room." She typed onto her cell phone. "Are you worried about Shizuo?" Even though Celty couldn't speak, Izaya could hear the sarcasm in her voice.
"Now, now, let's not jump to conclusions." He rose his hands up in his defense. "Why-" Izaya swiftly slid up to Celty's side. "You wouldn't happen to know why he's been acting the way he has been do you?"
The way Celty's shoulders dropped indicated a sigh. "No. I don't. But I do know he's been acting like this for some time now. Yesterday was just the first time he's really let it show how-what way he's feeling show."
"Interesting." Before she could do anything, Izaya slithered away from the headless, Irish woman. Celty just shook her 'head' hoping that the slippery snake of an informer wasn't planning on doing anything stupid.
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"Here we go little guy." Shizuo said placing the tiny little dog down on the sofa of his apartment. "Welcome home." The puppy sat down and wagged his tail. "Since you're going to be staying with me, I think the first we should do is name you."
The tiny dog barked, more like yapped, up at Shizuo. The little dog jumps off the sofa and scurries across the floor, running into the wall. With a forced smile plastered on his face, Shizuo shook his head. "Alright Djali it is." The puppy tilted its head, as Shizuo sat down at his kitchen/dining room table and lit a cigarette. His knew puppy wined and pawed at his leg. "I know, smoking's bad, but it helps keep stress down." The puppy yapped in agreement.
From then on was very uneventful. Shizuo just sat at home getting accustomed to his new puppy. The two ate dinner together and then just sat back and watched TV. After that, the dude with the monstrous strength got a shower and went to bed. The puppy, Djali, snuggled up next to him and fell asleep quickly. Shizuo however, took longer to fall asleep. It was like this every night. He'd sit in bed, tired yet wide awake. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and drift into sleep. But every time he did that, he would see his face. The face of the person he hated most would cloud his mind and his voice would ring in his ears. Eventually, Shizuo's body took over and he drifted off. . .
Izaya was busy at work. He sat at his computer searching through document after document. Not sure what he was really looking for, but he was determined to find anything that would tell him why Heiwajima had been acting weird. Now of course running through someone's medical records was illegal and frowned-upon, but did that stop the sly little snake of a man that Orihara was? Oh no! He hacked his ways into many different files looking for anything with the name Heiwejima on it.
Then something caught his eye. "Ok, Shizu-chan, what are you hiding?" The file that came up showed an appointment with a psychiatrist dated about a week ago. "My, my, what is going on here?" The file didn't state much other than the basic information that any ID card would say. It wasn't much to satisfy Izaya's yearnings it was a good start. Now all the informer needed was the reason why Shizuo need to see a psychiatrist and he would be elated. . .
It was about three in the morning when Shizuo woke up from the dream. He was in a cold sweat and his lower extremities were all throbbing. With a heavy sigh, he ran his hands down and over his face. This was really starting to piss him off. He was getting tired of this night after night. He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his phone. Normally he doesn't make phone calls in the middle of the night, but after months of this torture, he needed something to help him sleep, especially if Izaya was really going to start bugging him.
Shizuo dialed the number and was picked up on the fourth ring. "Shizuo, do you know what time it is?" The drowsy Kishitani Shinra asked whispering into his phone.
"Listen Shinra," Shizuo groaned. "Do you have anything to help sleep insomnia or anxiety?"
"I might." The underground doctor yawned. "What do you need them for?"
"Obviously sleep insomnia and anxiety, dumbass." Shizuo grumbled sitting up, trying not to disturb the sleeping puppy near his pillows.
"Hey-no need to be so grumpy. I'm sure I have something here." Shinra reassured while Shizuo lit a cigarette. "So just stop by here tomorrow and I'll give them to you."
"Alright. Thanks Shinra." Hanging up, Shizuo fell back on his pillows. He put over his cigarette and tried to go back to sleep . . .
Izaya in the other hand, after his little discovery, Izaya also found a dating profile site that Shizuo had set up months ago. So, in the name of his insanity, Izaya decided to set up a profile. What better way to screw with someone you hate than to screw with their love life? Cruel, yes. Did Orihara Izaya care, no. He was a cruel person. It was his job.
"Ok, Shizu-chan, let's see if Ms. Amayashi Sakura." Profile all set up, Izaya-or-Ms. Amayashi Sakura sent a friend request to Shizuo. After that, the informer bed to bed anxiously waiting for a response.