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•Finding Love•
The room was eerily quiet. No one was talking, but soon that uncomfortable silence was replaced by a very unique conversation.
"Do you know what I meant when I said that you better not screw this up, or I'm going to make your future miserable?" Izaya said with a devious smile, looking at the non-vet work with the patient, a non-human.
"Orihara-kun, it hurts me when you say those unfriendly words. A doctor of my caliber is more than capable of doing this kind of procedure! And you already make my present miserable sometimes. Well, that aside. The curiosity greatly resounds in my heart ~!" Shinra said, making a sly smile.
Izaya listened and watched from his position, tilting his head to Shinra, like saying 'go ahead, speak.'
"Orihara-kun, are you in love?"
"…"
-Huh, the eerie silence came back.
"What the hell are you saying?" Izaya asked, his tone annoyed.
"It's this stray cat, isn't it? You are in love with this kitty! Something that isn't human! This brings me to the conclusion that the end of the world is here! Finally! I shall be able to expend the eternity of the afterlife with Celty! Aha! Love and justice always prevails!"
"Though your logic amuses me immensely, and your special occurrences ignite the flame of my love for humanity, I do not wish to speak about my love life or likes or the end of the world, if that's the case, when you are holding a scalpel and stabbing it into someone's leg," Izaya said sarcastically.
"So do you promise to talk with me about it when I've finished?" Shinra's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Whatever, just do your work. I'm paying you for it."
"I have not seen a single cent yet."
"Do your work," Izaya hissed darkly.
"Oh my, you're so grumpy today."
After their small talk, Shinra resumed his work.
Making a transversal cut on the shaved leg of the cat, Shinra inserted two fingers, trying to relocate the bone into its original position, and with a soft snap, the job was done. Afterwards, Shinra began to suture the incision. A couple of minutes more, and the gash was closed. Red blood tinted the operation table; towels were used to stop the blood from dripping onto the floor.
The cat was still sedated, the room smelled of chemicals, and the x-ray scan was still on the wall where Izaya was standing. While Shinra was finishing up by wrapping the cat's leg with a bandage, Izaya sat on a chair tiredly. The raven-haired man glanced at his tainted shirt and sighed quite dreadfully.
His jacket was also ruined. He checked the time on his phone and mused quietly. One in the morning; he still had time.
Shinra was about to finish when Izaya spoke:
"Shinra, can I borrow a shirt? Mine no longer has a use, but sadly, I loved it." Izaya smiled hollowly.
"Sure, wait a second." After finishing, Shinra walked out of the room, and glanced behind him, just because.
For a second, he saw something very rare. For the first time, he could see something aside from scorn in Izaya's eyes.
True care and concern.
•••••
[So, what exactly happened?] Celty typed.
"Nothing much, I just fixed the cat's leg: a few stitches and a standard wrapping. For a stray, she's healthy. Izaya told me that she got into a dogs' fight. Very brave, that little thing. But really, I am more impressed with him, because he got into that fight, too! A fight for a cat! Can you believe it?" Shinra talked while he rummaged through some cabinets in search of a shirt.
[I see. No, wait. Why did he bring a CAT to be treated by you? !]
"He trusts me… I guess...?"
[But my point is that why is he concerned about... a cat...?]
"I haven't talked with him just yet. But I am going to do it as soon as possible. After all, it is a very hot topic!"
[Don't say "hot topic"... That's not even in context...]
"Why? It's very intriguing, don't you think~?" Shinra smiled. "And you are going to be the first person to know the secret when I-"
Shinra stopped talking when his eyes caught a glimpse of smoke ascending from the couch of his living room.
"Is that who I think it is?" Shinra asked, worried.
[Yes... He is watching wrestling...]
"Why?"
[Because he likes it?]
"No, honey, I mean why is Shizuo still here?"
Celty didn't type on her PDA.
"Has he been waiting for five hours...?"
[Yes.]
"It's one in the morning... He wants to beat Izaya that much...?"
[...I don't think it's that...]
"Huh? What do you mean, honey?"
[Well...]
Before Celty could type more, the door behind Shinra opened, pushing Shinra forwards harshly. With open arms Shinra launched, more than obviously eager, to Celty's front. Shinra flew almost in slow motion, but lamentably, Celty reacted in a way that Shinra couldn't expect.
A fist met his nose.
•••••
[I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Shinra!]
"Noh, it'sh okaysh~! Ceshlty honeysh it'sh okaysh!" Shinra tried to speak while he held his nose with a handkerchief, stopping the blood from coming out.
[It was a reflex! I-] Celty's hand stopped typing when Shinra smiled at her, still with his nostrils filled with tissues, though.
"It's okay. I don't mind. I'm more than happy to be touched by these pretty hands. A hit, a jab, a caress... I'm more than willing to get all of it if it's coming from you, my beautiful love."
What a touching moment. However, fate had other plans.
"If you want your space... I understand... but can you say it earlier... y'know?" Shizou said, a bit flushed from the intimate moment between his friends, watching from the opposite side of the living room.
Just like that... the beautiful moment shattered.
How unfair.
•••••
[Um, um, Shizuo...? (^∀^) ] Celty typed, while Shrina said in a corner "woe is me".
"...Yeah?" Shizuo said, tearing his eyes from the TV screen.
[I want to ask you something... ＼(^o^) Promise me that you won't get mad? (*^Д^*) ]
"...'Kay, but stop making those faces..."
[I was just wondering... Well, you know... You've been here since yesterday and... well...]
Yes, since yesterday, because it was already one in the morning.
"Spit it out, Celty."
[Why are you staying under the same roof as Izaya?]
-Good question.
"I'm not."
-Eh?
[What?]
"The flea isn't here." Shizuo went back to the wrestling again.
"Shizuo, has your hatred gone so overboard that you are suppressing the mere existence of Izaya from this earth and your mind?" Shinra suddenly rose from his dark corner. "Is your brain collapsing during these tense moments of interrogation made by my cute Celty? Can I dissect-ah!"
[Shinra!]
Who would have thought that a remote control could be used as a weapon...
Shinra fainted soon after the impact.
•••••
Certainly, Shizuo was right. Izaya had left the place almost immediately after Celty's amazing punch had knocked Shinra out.
He had an important appointment, after all.
Izaya ran as fast as he could into the dark night. Only the streetlights were illuminating his path. Panting a little from exhaustion, Izaya looked at his destination. A half-ruined building. The only lights were on top of the building. Huffing in discontent, Izaya surveyed the area, while he put a pair of tiny earphones in his ears. Soon after, his suspicions were confirmed. Two nasty looking men walked from the north corner of the building.
Hiding, Izaya jumped on top of a pile of barrels and launched himself onto the nearest windowsill. Using his upper arms, he supported his weight and got inside the building.
The floor was empty. Moving quietly, he moved forwards, going floor by floor up to the highest one.
All the lights were on on that floor, but only one room was being used. Just as the door opened, Izaya entered the next room. Izaya held his breath, thinking he got caught. After a couple of moments, nothing happened, and Izaya continued with his task.
Izaya went to the window in that room, opening it quietly. He considered the distance and the angle of his next move.
Izaya moved to the windowsill, stepping on its edge, balancing his weight to get at the next window. The cold wind of the night hit his skin, but he didn't waver in his steps. Pushing his back further against the concrete wall, Izaya finally made it to the window of the room that was being occupied.
He pulled a little device from his pocket, setting it carefully on the glass of the window. A bit after, the sound emitted in the room reached his earphones. Five men were talking in low voices, talking about plans for the future, decisions and at last, the little piece of information that Izaya was looking for.
"...All have been set up...We'll finish them tomorrow..." a deep, gentle voice said.
"It's alright...? This is a rash decision, even for you..." another man said.
A few steps were made.
"What the hell are you saying...?" another voice said annoyingly.
The moon shone brightly in the darkness.
"...Tsugaru-san's plans always work!"
The deep, gentle voice said, "Thank you for your kind words, but it's just my work. Selling my skills is like any other job... for example…"
The man went to the window, opening it gently, smiling.
"Selling information like Orihara-san does."
•To be continued•