The same fur-rimmed jacket he recalled. Almost immediately, anger flood back into his system and grabbed the jacket owner by the collar. He expected to see the familiar dark brown almost red eyes he had grown to hate but instead, was met with bright grey eyes and blonde hair. The woman wearing the jacket froze and tears began to swell in her eyes as she thought the mans anger was directed to her. Fear took place in her eyes and she began writhing around in the unknown man's though grip.
"Shizuo," a soft whisper came up from behind him. The blond looked behind him and saw Tom looking at him with concern. Shizuo then realized what he had been doing and let the woman down immediately, "I am deeply sorry. I seem to have mistaken you for someone else."
The woman held herself tightly and said, "It's okay…I was just surprised that's all."
Shizuo then turned and left the scene. 'Where is that damn flea?' He let out a low growl and made his way to Shinjuku, where said information broker should lay.
"Izaya!"
Knocks pounded on the familiar door.
"Izaya open this damn door!"
More and more knocks. Now, even kicks were added to the mix. Normally, Izaya would have answered the door with a snarky remark and tell the blond to get lost but today, was different.
The door opened a tiny bit, only enough for the person inside to see out and Shizuo was met with green eyes. 'Huh? Did he move or something?'
'No, that wouldn't make sense. Why wouldn't Tom remember him?'
The green eyes saw him ponder over his thoughts and broke the silence hesitantly, "Um, hi. Can I, uh, help you with something?"
This broke the blond out of his thoughts, "Yes actually. Do you know who the previous owner of this apartment was because I seem to need of his assistance."
He was an incredible lier. 'The only assistance he needed from said man was the need for assurance. He needed reassurance about what is happening for he still thought the information broker was playing around with him. If that were the case then the only plausible solution is to find him and get answers!'
As simple-mided as that sounded the person inside the apartment gave back a repose he was not expecting, "Hmm. A previous owner? No, I got this apartment right when the building was built."
Shizuo stood there astounded from what he just heard and brushed off the apartment owner with wave of the hand and a few words. 'Where is he?' The man could only think of a few solutions as to where the man might be. He came up with a few names: Shinra, Mairu and Kururi. He made his way towards the apartment of the first named.
He looked around on his way back from Shinjuku and saw all of the places they had chased each other. It brought back memories of happiness with friends and then memories of complete distaste with Izaya.
All of Shizuo's memories merged together all seemed white.
He made his way to the underground doctor's apartment and knocked on the door, with less hostility than back in Shinjuku. The door opened and the familiar black smoke of this best friend appeared.
[Shizuo! What a surprise! Here, come it.]
He walked in as he heard the annoying laughter coming from Shinra as he waddled into the living room, "Oh, hey Shizuo! What brings you here today?"
The familiarity struck a cord. When had Shinra ever been this lively around him? Shizuo tensed and sat down on the couch as Celty patted the seat next to her.
"I was wondering if you had any idea where the flea is."
Shinra gave Shizuo a confused look and asked, "Who is the 'flea'? Is it someone who will try to harass my dear Celty?!" He yelled he hugged Celty tightly only to be reciprocated with a soft hit in the stomach.
Shizuo was utterly confused. 'Doesn't Shinra know him the longest? Wait…Why do I even care? Isn't it better for him to not be here?'
[Shizuo? Are you okay?]
The phone Celty was holding came into his peripheral view and he nodded to the question.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Actually, I'm feeling really refreshed right now! Thanks!"
Shizuo then made his way out of the apartment with a short wave and soft close of the door. The lights felt comforting.
'Isn't this for the best?' He asked himself and answered himself, 'Of course it is! You know how annoying the damn flea is!'
Shizuo shook his head in an attempt to get rid of these bothersome thoughts and went back to his home. It was a small yet cozy home. It only held the most needed appliances, those of which, where neither new nor old. He didn't really care as long as they worked well for him. He felt a small sinking feeling in his stomach and identified it as 'hunger'. Before finally retiring to bed after a long day he grabbed a glass of milk to cure said 'hunger' and felt the continuous sinking feeling in his gut all throughout the night.
Short Author's Note!
Hi again! Sorry for the mess up that happened this chapter it seems to have happened twice when I uploaded it. Alright so I hope you are all enjoying this so far as I kind of got into a 'writing mode' and just wrote all of this all in one setting. I'm still getting the gist of using this website so wish me luck that this submits well!