LOL. I was cuddling my dog last night, and had an epic idea. Rofl. Izaya is having conflicting issues and he's kind of 'freaking out' right now. Haha, lord he makes a good authority figure in a way, entertaining for sure.
If timings everything, then stop telling me you're taking your time, I know you're anxious but you're running your mouth like you're five years old again.
-Here Goes Nothin'
Never Shout Never
Izaya frowned, sitting in his desk chair facing the large bay window that allowed him to view the street with ease. He gnawed on the tip of a pen, and then sighed, spinning in his chair and tossing the pen on his desk. He stood up and stretched, 'calm down, it's no big deal.'
Oh, but it was.
You see, since Emi had been staying with him (a whole year now) he hadn't allowed her to go anywhere by herself. This was Ikebukuro, a city, with issues in the crime department- not a stroll in the park. So he set down the rule and crushed any argument she brought up. The brokers most famous put down involved metal legs and gang members, worked every time. Only this time, he didn't get the chance to use it. She was gone when he woke up.
Izaya spent all day walking around the city, looking for Emi, but pretending to street troll. Celty had asked him where Emi was, he went through a brief moment of panic before calming answering in a cool tone of, "of course I know where she is! Why wouldn't I? I wouldn't lose a kid! Bitch please." Only more Izaya like, and more convincing.
He gave up in the late afternoon, went home, sulked and vowed to kill her when she came back. He lectured himself for caring so much, shrugged it off but secretly worried.
….
The door to the apartment flew open; Izaya turned and was caught off guard as he crashed to the ground, falling on his ass. He rubbed the back of his head, Emi's arms were wrapped around his torso and she was breathing hard.
He reached out with his arms and as if avoiding touching acid he gently patted her shoulders awkwardly, "yeeeeaaah, okay. Uh, get off me?"
"Sorry!" she exclaimed and jumped back her eyes wide, still panting.
Izaya stood up and glared at her, "where the hell were you? I looked all damn day! I said no going out alone for a reas-"
"I know, I know. I'm so sorry, I won't do it again I swear! Ever!" she meant it, he could tell. The look on her face screamed fear, guilt and excitement.
Izaya stared at her, sitting on the floor, catching her breath still, "what happened?"
Emi didn't hesitate to answer, "I was just walking around right? Okay, and so these guys showed up and said I owed them money! Or, well, that I stole money. Like a long time ago. Anyway, so I ran for hours, I'm not kidding! Hours! Then when I felt like I couldn't run anymore Shizuo showed up and he dealt with those assh-"
"Watch your mouth, and Shizuo? Why was that bastard there?"
"Sorry. Uh, I don't know, he just showed up. Watch your mouth."
Izaya sneered, "I told you to stay away from him."
"Well if he didn't show up I'd probably be visiting Shinra right now." She pointed out dryly.
Izaya couldn't argue with that, and he hated to admit that he was glad Shizuo helped her. He hated feeling any kind of relief at that guy's name, but it couldn't be helped. It pissed him off though, that it was Shizuo instead of him. Izaya stuck his hands in his jacket pockets, "I'm glad you're okay. Don't do that again." He turned on his heel and walked up the stairs, going into his room and shutting the door behind him.
Emi stared after him and grumbled something about toasters before picking herself up off the floor.
….
Izaya sat in the dark, in front of his laptop screen, clicking away.
'Nah, too fluffy. Too cute. Damn that's ugly. Too big. Too small. Too rare. Not good with kids. Not good with anybody. Sheds like a mo'fo? I can hang with shedding…'
Izaya scrolled down and stared at the picture in front of him.
The breed, 'German Shepherd' was an alert but not too scary dog. It's commonly used as a police dog and has natural protective tendencies- perfect.
He eyeballed the email address warily, like it might bite him.
'I'm going insane. Why would I get a dog? Why do I even have a kid here? What was I thinking?' he thought as he typed out the email inquiring about little, stinky, money spending, useless, fluffy, teepee eared puppies.
A dog was what the kid needed; at least, that's what everyone said. By 'everyone' Izaya meant all that shit you hear about but aren't sure where it comes from. Kids needed dogs. Dogs made good companions, dogs made good distracters, made good baby sitters and most of all- they're protective little fuckers.
Worst happens? The dog takes a dump inside and Izaya makes Emi clean it up. She'll love a puppy, who doesn't love puppies?
….
The streets were busy, as always. Shizuo stood outside on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette. He scanned the area, on the look out for anything. Thinking about those guys who were chasing the kid yesterday, 'she stole money? Yeah right, the girl's as nice and honest as freaking Santa Claus…maybe not as generous…' the blondes thoughts trailed off. He almost yelled the brokers name and hurtled a vending machine at him; only thing stopping him was pure surprise and curiosity.
Izaya, walking down the sidewalk, was alone- except for the fuzzy black ball hopping after him on a small leash. Izaya stopped, scoffed and glared at the puppy, "hurry up." He grumbled as it tugged back on the leash, growling with its fat long tail waving back and forth.
Shizuo snickered, "so the king gets a hound, huh, didn't see that one coming." He took another drag on his cigarette, "the flea is really softening up, isn't he?"
Izaya picked the fluff ball off the cement and held it up for a minute. The pup's tail wagged slowly, it growled and pawed him in the face with his big, tan paws. Izaya sneered and held it further away from him, "listen up. I'm not a dog person. I'm not even a cat person. Don't push me you little shit, or I'll take you back to that dump you call a house." The black mini beast whimpered and put its ears back, "good. We're on the same page." Izaya plopped it on the ground and continued walking, the puppy bouncing next to him, its pink tongue hanging out of its mouth.
"This is too much." Shizuo chuckled, putting out his smoke on his shoe.
….
Emi sighed, digging her face into her pillow. Something was huddled next to her, she could feel it breathing. Whenever she moved it grumbled in protest. Her yellow eyes flew open when she heard a long high pitched yawn. She turned and sat up, looking down. At her side, on the edge of the couch, a small black fuzzy, and teepee eared puppy was on its back pawing the air with large tan paws.
"Izaya!" she called, immediately cuddling the puppy in gasps of 'awwws' and 'squees' when it sneezed.
"What?" he said, sounding bored at his computer across the room.
"You got a puppy? Are we keeping him?"
He swiveled in his chair and faced her, "yes..."
Her satin black hair was messed up, her bed clothes were rumpled. It was obvious she had only just woken up yet she looked as awake as if he threw ice water on her, 'scary.'
Emi put the puppy down on the carpet and stroked him while he nibbled her chin and thumped his tail, "what's his name?"
"Little Shit."
"…no, I'm serious, what's his name?"
Izaya stood up and sighed, walking over to the kid and puppy on the floor. He kneeled down and scratched the pup's ears, "I don't know, you pick a name for him."
She picked the puppy up and he gnawed her hands gently, licking the air and wiggling whenever she snickered at him, "Yoite! Evening Rain." She said aloud, glancing at Izaya who shrugged, "your dog, sounds good to me."
He patted the puppy's head and smiled, "by the way, he pissed on my bed."
….
It's so hard to pretend like I know everything, I don't know anything.
I wanted you to see, that I got nothin'.
-Here Goes Nothin'
Never Shout Never
Okay so, I googled a list of Japanese names, because I suck. I hope I got the meaning of that one right, it sounded cool. Said it was pronounced 'Yoy-tey', Yoite. Cool sounding name! I'd name a pet that. I also don't know if it's a boy name or a girl name, sounds like both to me? Anyways, thank you google you rock my socks. Yoite Yoite Yoite- it's fun to say.