Hi over there~! How's everyone?

I'm sorry to have taken so long, I usually get stuck around the middle of each chapter and it doesn't come out well 'till I get my inspiration back.

Not going to repeat the warnings and everything, if you're on chapter three you should have read those too.

The... "action" is starting next chapter, sorry, it's going pretty slow and it won't be very thrilling either, hahaha.

Either way, hope you enjoy this chapter!

(Btw, someone tell me why FF doesn't let me put the title underlined and aligned to the center like I want. Happened last time too...)

SKY

Third cloud

Click, click, click, click, click…

Izaya typed away on his computer, bored to death. Actually, all he was doing was typing random letters on a deserted chatroom, with his head lying on top of his desk and spaced out.

You would think that there would be someone in the Dollars chat -or in any of the chats he frequented for that matter- but no, not even one person was online at 2 pm sharp of a Friday afternoon to relieve the informant's boredom.

He supposed everyone was at school, or working, or eating or whatever they were doing with their meaningless lives, but that wasn't good enough. He dedicated his 24 hours, seven days a week, 365 days a year to humans, so they should repay him by loving and entertaining him at all times, right? Right. So where the hell are they?

He sighed, lifting his head from the table and deciding to take a stroll around town. Main aim: finding someone to mess with. Second aim: avoid the glances filled with killing intent he was receiving from his female assistant, Namie Yagiri, when she thought he wasn't looking. He was almost a God, for heaven's sake, he saw, heard and…smelled everything! How could she expect him not to know? These dumb, lovely humans… They'd be the end of him.

He picked up his coat and left home without a word, but not before slamming a whole mountain of paperwork in front of the long haired assistant, rejoicing in her sour face. He knew she had just been about to scream something before he left, but a sharp glance thrown over his shoulder with his trade-mark smirk reminded her of her position. Now I just have to be careful of the things I eat and drink at the office for a while…

Skipping around in the Izaya-ish usual way, looking every now and then at his cell, he suddenly found himself at the park. Couples were all around -sitting on the benches, on the grass, strolling aimlessly- enjoying the spring afternoon sun that caressed their skins and seemed to turn their little word a lighter shade of pink… Ugh… How I hate that.

He made a bee line to one of the benches and sat down, his legs spread out and his body in a slouched position with his elbows over the wooden back and his eyes closed. He supposed he could take a break and love his humans later. The sun really did feel good on his face, after all. However, his little break got interrupted by an anime melody that floated around his ears for a while before he eventually decided to answer his phone.-"Yes?"

"Izaya Orihara?"

"Yes."

"Favour to ask of you. I'll pay."

This curt way of speaking…- "Kasuka Heiwajima, is that you?"

"Yes."- Knew it… -"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of my most hated person's brother calling me?"

"… Have you seen brother?"

"What?"

"…"

"Are you really asking me whether I have seen Shizu-chan?"- Izaya heard a deep sigh on the other side.-"Yes."

"Pffft... hahah… HAHAHAHAHA! NO WAY! For real? So what, that Shizu-chan hit his head hard enough to get memory loss after all and doesn't know the way back home or something? Hahaha, or is it that he was killed? It was time!" – He couldn't stop the bark of laughter that erupted from his throat, making him tilt his head back against the backrest of the bench still holding the phone to his ear. Even some tears attempted to spill out. Slowly, he recovered his composure, but the mirth in his voice never vanished, even when he noticed the park had become strangely deserted.

"I'd appreciate if you stopped with the jokes, I'm serious. I'll pay." Kasuka deadpanned from the other side. Izaya could just see his dead-fish face.

"…Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time. –Killjoy, he thought. – So, you are really asking, huh? How did you get my number, anyway?"

"Contacts."

"Ahh, yeah, of course. You're the famous superstar, Yuuhei Hanejima, and they won't deny you anything, huh? Okie–dokie! Whatever! So, I've seen Shizu-chan around?"- He lightly tapped his chin with his index finger, making a pregnant pause even though he knew perfectly well what his answer was going to be since the younger Heiwajima brother had asked the first time.- "Hmm, yeah, yesterday evening."

"… Was he acting strangely?"

"You mean even more than usual?"- He sneered.

"…"

It was Izaya's turn to sigh. - "Yeah, yeah, he was even weirder than usual."

"Know where he went?"

"Nope." – His smirk grew wider. This call somehow amused him to no end.

"…him"

"Hm?"

"Can you find him?"

What? He serious? Izaya was astonished. Never ever would have he thought of one Heiwajima asking him for a favour. Obviously, Shizuo wouldn't do it in a life time, but he got the feeling that he wasn't liked by the younger brother either. -"Why?"

"Worried."

"Worried? For him? Are you crazy or did you grow up outside your own home? Do you know who are you talking about?"

"Yes. That's why."

"I don't understand you both brothers…"

"Brother tends to do… dangerous things when he's like that."

"Dangerous things? Like lifting vending machines or street signs or cars or bins or children's slides?" – He scoffed. Silence again.

"Oookaay… Another question for you, what do you mean by 'when he's like that'?"

"Sick."

His other question was ignored after all, he concluded. Perfect, he doesn't find it dangerous.

"Sick? Shizu-chan CAN get sick?"

"Are you going to stop repeating what I say in form of a question and find him?"

Now, that was the longest sentence the brunette had ever heard of the younger Heiwajima outside a film without any of his awkward pauses. And it even contained some emotion… Wow, just, wow.

"Yes, yes, you've become my client after all."

"How much?"

"I'll tell you after I've completed my mission. It's my policy to get paid after I've finished the assignment."

"You're more professional than I thought…"

"Hey, now!"

"Do it fast. Bye."

-Click-

Not even a 'thank you'… Bastard… I've never liked him either. And where does he get off, trying to order me? Izaya pouted a little, but let it go after a while.

Meanwhile, a brown-haired girl caught sight of him sitting on the bench and mumbling to himself while pocketing his phone.

A girl with ponytails that knew Orihara from a previous experience. One who was once on the brink of death by the raven's suggestive words and trickery.

One that was saved from that same death by a shadow and a headless rider.

One girl that never talked -nor was going to talk- about that incident with anyone ever.

She called out to him, and he looked at her like she had sprouted another head. Was it because he didn't recognize her or was it because he hadn't thought of the possibility of her talking to him ever again after that "incident"? She wouldn't ever know, and she had even less chances after his perfect mask was up once again, the usual one with the venomous smirk that made chills run down your spine at speed levels no one could fathom and make biting-cold goosebumps erupt on your skin.

Nevertheless, she gulped, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat, and gathered as much courage as she could find in the deepest parts of her 'herbivore' mind that screamed her to just run and took a step closer to do what she had gone to do.

"Orihara-san, have you seen Heiwajima-san?"- she asked, her eyes looking at the ground at first and finally deciding to take the other's stare head on.

"You too? What's with all of you?"- The brunette threw his hands in the air looking up, exasperated while she just looked confusedly at him.- "Nothing, forget it."

"Orihara-san, if you care about Heiwaj-"-she started.- "What makes you think I care?"-A serious expression substituted the one before on Izaya's face, a cynic one without any bit of amusement and even more scary that the one before. She stuttered, trying to surpass the sudden barrier that had been built up between the older man and her, but she had an objective in mind and couldn't be bothered much more. She, after all, had taken a liking to the blonde bartender who was a nicer and kinder person than everyone pictured him as.

It downright poured that evening. The sky was covered by dirty clouds that didn't seem to be moving away any soon. The city turned a shade darker from the wetness that the big droplets brought with them and she was stuck under the feeble protection of a tree. Suddenly, from a nearby alleyway, a body shot out, literally. And that's because the man hadn't been touching the ground while flying over a good 15 meters before scampering away, stumbling along the way from his injuries. After him, a tall light green umbrella had calmly emerged from the same spot, while a black and white outfit could be guessed underneath it.

When the body lifted the umbrella, she spotted the mop of blonde hair that, together with the outfit, she quickly associated with the beastly bartender that raised hell in Ikebukuro every other day.

She couldn't help but be frozen in place, fearing for her well-being after having been witness to the incident, hoping the other man to had not seen her, but it was futile. Mocha eyes were soon on her, his usual sunglasses in his breast-pocket in order to not let them get crunched as he broke havoc or because while at night and raining he actually didn't need them; she didn't really know, but that was the smallest of her worries as said man trudged over to her.

She flinched when the man got closer, standing only about five meters in front of her and near the following tree in the arboreal row that decorated that street. The blond man seemed to notice this and halted, looking at her with seemingly wide, sad eyes. He stood still, not a word uttered since the beginning, the silence only broken by the sound of the drops hitting the pavement, the buildings, the trees, the umbrella.

She watched as that same pale green umbrella was folded, laid against the tree and the man known as the ferocious fortissimo of Ikebukuro turned around and started jogging under the rain.

Maybe the man wasn't as bad as they said, she thought. She had this strange feeling in her chest… a warm and sweet sensation that swelled her heart a little and made her decide against believing rumors from then on before getting the whole picture.

She stepped to the other tree and grabbed the big umbrella, unfolding and getting under it while she started her way back home.

"Thank you, Heiwajima-san" –she whispered, and she wished she had said it to him before he departed.

So, now, she wanted to pay back the favor, even if the man didn't remember her, which was probably the case.

"Let me rephrase that, Orihara-san. You should stop Heiwajima-san." –She spoke confidently this time around, planting her feet on the ground with no intention of retreating.

"Now what could you mean by that?" –Izaya was quite confused at this point. This girl that he had thought wouldn't dare come near him even by accident had come willingly to his side and even had had the nerve to spout –or attempt to- that he cared about Shizu-chan and that he had to… help him, stop him, was it? Ridiculous!

"Orihara-san, you know about my situation a while back. I had been thinking of… ending my life everyday around the time and I was used to see my face getting more void of any type of emotion with each passing day. I've come to terms with that now, and not specially thanks to you, but I've seen a similar expression to the one on my face back then on Heiwajima-san's yesterday as he almost stumbled through the streets. I don't know if he's a weak person like me, but you should reflect on his situation together with what I have told you. I'd really appreciate it if you would grant this selfish wish of mine, but please, save him. So, then, that was all I had to say. Goodbye."

The information broker was left there, almost gaping like a fish out of the water, after the little speech he had been shoved in the face with no chance to even give back a sarcastic retort. He plopped down on the bench he had risen from to talk to the girl and smirked. Shizu-chan, suicide? No way in hell. I bet he'd made a hole through the ground below rather than dying. It's just impossible for him.

But a strange feeling was creeping on him, and a flash of last night's events, the former bartender actions and the call from the blonde's brother weren't but making it flare wildly.

Rio Kamichika… Damn you. He thought bitterly while standing up and rushing towards the city core, where the highest building from which anyone would be able to see the sky in 'its utmost beauty' could probably be found, a tiny crooked smirk on his face and eyes set forward.

Tell me what you think? This is a tiny little bit longer than the ones before, hope I did better. (Nah, it's not true, it's about the same, lol)

Thanks for reading, for your favs, reviews and alerts (I hope I've answered everyone's reviews),

Gusi~