It continues. . .

Dear Kasume-sama, that's kinda the whole point. But you are on the right track.

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Chapter 6: Six Flying Signs

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Who knew that when you have a cold you could get an erection while you're sick-Izaya didn't. He woke up with a very throbbing lower appendage. And guess who he blamed-Heiwejima Shizuo. He was really getting tired of this. Last night, and for the past few nights, he had been having these very weird dreams about being in bed with Shizuo. Touching him, kissing him, and loving him. It was all very unappealing to the information broker. But also, it was very pleasurable. Deciding he'd just do laundry later, Izaya took care of his needs right there.

Afterwards he just laid there for a few moments before getting up to take shower, this time warm, since he didn't want to end up a Shinra's again. While asleep, he really this odd feeling that he was being watched with the desire to be cut open. After his warm shower, he quickly, and warmly, got dressed and sat down at his computer. Namie gave him the messages that had stacked up from his absence and he went to work. Which he quickly grew bored with. So what better way to cure his boredom than to pose as Ms. Amayashi?

He logged onto that dating site and sent Shizuo a message. "Being sick sucks worse than having a vending machine hit you in the head."

"That's an interesting statement 'Amayashi'." Izaya cocked an eyebrow. "That's not your real name, is it?"

"No point in lying, you're right. My name isn't Amayashi Sakura. But what gave it away?"

"Simple really. Background check. There are no records of a person with that name in Ikebukuro. The only person with that name lives in Nagoya. So want to tell me your real name?"

"Only if you tell me who you're in love with. Fair deal?"

"Not really."

"What if I guess? Will you tell me then?" A smirk started to grow on Izaya's face.

"I'll think about it." Shizuo typed. "Right, I have people in need beat up. I guess we'll talk later. . . Kanra." Kanra? Was that the pen name Shizuo was giving him? That was the name he used for the chat room. So why-did Shizuo know? Had the blond figure it out so quickly? Izaya became very suspicious of Shizuo and decided that another day of stalking was called for. . . Or better yet, while Shizuo was out and about, he'd stop by Shizuo's apartment. Yup, that was the plan. And it was just that-a plan. The second Izaya stepped out the door, he walked back inside. It was a little chilly out-ok, it was freeze your ass off cold! So, throwing on an extra sweater and pair of socks with his coat, and Izaya was off.

He was extra careful not to run into Shizuo. Izaya was completely sure why Shizuo wasn't out to kill him lately. Maybe once he was over he'd try really hard to piss off Shizuo and see if that was just a phase. But then again, he did help him. Shizuo possibly saved Izaya's life. Great way to repay someone who saved your life. Izaya sighed. He'd worry about repaying his debt latter. He had a mystery to solve.

Now at Shizuo's apartment, Izaya took out his switch blade and used it to pry the window open. He snuck into through the open window and was met with a high pitched yap. Just turning around and looking at his feet, Izaya just raised his eye brow. "And what is a little thing like you doing here? You'd think that since Shizuo was an animal enough, he didn't need a dog." Izaya just stepped past Djali walking into the living/study room. There sitting on coffee table was Shizuo's computer. Slithering on over to the little black laptop, popped it open, and turned it on. Scrolling through the documents, Izaya found something reading 'Journal'. Izaya clicked on it and started reading with the little puppy staring him down.

After about ten sentences, Izaya had read everything he needed to. He closed the document, shut off the computer, and headed back towards the window. He existed and left the complex. Not sure where to go and stitch his thoughts together, the flea just went to the famous 'Russia Sushi'. He sat down at the counter and sighed.

"Here you go!" Simon said handing Izaya some hot green tea. "Tea good for cold. It make cold go away."

"Thanks." Izaya said, careful not to touch the glass. "Think you could whip up some spicy tuna?"

"Sure! No problem." Simon started cutting up the fish when he noticed Izaya was not in his usual chipper zone. "What is problem, Izaya?"

"Huh-it's nothing really." Simon knew better.

"Something is eating you. You tell Simon what' wrong." Izaya could tell Simon wasn't going to let his die.

"Well, I was gathering information on something, and just found something a little bit confusing." Izaya sighed. "That's about it though."

"What so confusing?" Izaya just shook his head. He didn't want to talk about it.

After a pretty good and spicy lunch, Izaya was on his way. The whole time just thinking about those ten sentences. Dammit! Why did he have to read that? This wasn't how it was supposed to be? Huh-

Shizuo and Tom were walking through Ikebukuro, heading towards their next job when Shizuo noticed Izaya walking somberly just ahead of them. Shizuo stopped when he came next to a vending machine debating whether or not to throw it at the guy. But then again, what would that do? The guy was sick-but clearly not sick enough to stay home. Was he trying to get himself killed?

As if Izaya could hear Shizuo thoughts, he turned around and their eyes met. Izaya's face got hot, but he cucked it up to him just having cold. Shizuo just looked away fixing his sunglasses. Izaya's dark brown, almost red looking, eyes fell to the surrounding snow. He shook his head and bolted away from Shizuo, who was now the confused one. Any other time, this would be the part where Orihara starts mocking him. So this was pretty odd. All though the quiet was pretty nice.

Tom just looked back and forth between the two before just letting it go and moving on with his life. . .

Can't say the same for Izaya. After about a block or so, he stopped running, his eyes on the verge of tears. But why? It's not like there was anything worth crying about . . . Or was there? He didn't believe what he read. There was no way it was true. And he was going to prove it . . . after his cold! He stumbled home through the cold snow.