Kanra cheered as the tall, black Russian brought their food. Well her food. The man in the lab coat said he wasn't a big fan of sushi and just wanted to treat her. She didn't care and dug in, smirking at the thought of the weirdo paying for as much as she ate.
"Are you willing to tell me your name now?" he asked after about a minute.
Kanra pushed another piece of fatty tuna in her mouth and said, "You first."
His smile widened – Kanra noticed that his smile had never truly disappeared, just grow smaller or bigger – and he answered, "Shinra Kishitani."
"So what do you do, Shinra?" Kanra wasn't one to be polite. She hardly ever used honorifics, and didn't even pause her eating to speak to him.
"I'm an underground doctor," he answered. "That means I help people who would prefer not to see a professional doctor. Will you answer my question now?"
Kanra nodded and swallowed. She glanced unhappily at the absence of sushi in front of her before saying, "Kanra."
"And what is your last name, Kanra?" he asked politely.
She shrugged and rested her head on her hands. "You're weird," she said matter-of-factly. "Don't you think it's weird for a man to treat a girl who isn't his girlfriend to sushi? Your girlfriend might get mad."
"What makes you think I have a girlfriend?" he asked, eyeing her with a determined look.
She gestured to window. "Well a woman has been parked out there on her motorcycle staring this way for some time," she said in a bored tone. "I figured she's either your girlfriend or a stalker, but I doubted anyone would bother to stalk you."
The man quickly paid and ran out to talk to the girl. Kanra followed slowly, looking around for something interesting. Nothing kept her attention like Shizuka, and she was starting to regret leaving the blonde.
"This is Kanra, Celty," Shinra said with a laugh.
Kanra turned to see the woman, dressed in a tight black riding outfit, holding Shinra by his collar. She was obviously upset with him, but made no sound of anger or outburst.
"Pleased to meet you, Celty" Kanra said in a bored tone, deciding to try and be polite for once.
The figure took out a phone and typed quickly on it. She then held it up for Kanra to see. On it was typed "This isn't some stupid trick is it?"
Kanra scowled. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked. She wanted to growl at the mute, to spit and hiss and overall be angry. Deciding it was probably just irritation with missing Shizuka, she tried to get past it and put on her best poker face.
The mute typed again, this time it said, "I'm sorry. You just look like someone I know, and he uses the penname 'Kanra'."
Kanra smiled. "Is he at least cute?" she asked with a giggle.
Shizuka followed the Kanra-lookalike to a cake shop, but stayed outside. She didn't trust this weirdo any more than she trusted the ant, even less actually since she didn't know this man's motives. Shizuka was on edge too. It was past noon, and it had been an hour since she had last seen Kanra properly. In this huge city anything could happen to the small defenseless ant. Shizuka shook her head. No the ant was capable of defending herself; she'd be fine.
The man, returned, carrying a small cake wrapped in a cute box. Shizuka's stomach rumbled at the sight, reminding her that she had already ran around that morning and hadn't even had breakfast.
Orihara-san chuckled. "I'll take you back to my place to eat then. You can take to me on the way."
Shizuka's eyes narrowed. "No way, weirdo. I'm not dumb enough to fall for that!"
Orihara's eyes widened a bit. "Oh no! I'm not thinking that at all. But if you'd prefer, we can find somewhere nearby for you to eat and talk."
Shizuka didn't reply, but he saw this as a yes. He took the box and used it like a carrot for a horse, leading her to where he wanted to stop. Stopping at the next bench he saw, he gave her the box and watched her dig into the cake eagerly. Never being one to eat slowly, the tiny cake was eaten soon enough, making Shizuka slightly sad that she hadn't savored it.
"Is this the same 'Kanra' from yesterday?" Orihara-san asked when he saw that she was done.
Shizuka glanced at him suspiciously. "Depends," she answered warily.
He chuckled and waved a hand in dismissal. "Oh please don't be so wary of me. I'm just a simple informant, meaning I just like to know for knowledge's sake. Besides, I saw you two in your little confrontation with Shizu-chan yesterday, remember?"
Shizuka lifted an eyebrow at him. She vaguely remembered a man who looked like Kanra there, but not vividly enough to be certain. Besides, who was this 'Shizu-chan' he was referring to? That was Kanra's stupid nickname for her.
"AH! Shizu-chan turned into a girl!" a high-pitched voice cheered, quickly joined with a male's "No way!"
Shizuka looked up and saw four people about Orihara-san's age standing a little ways away. The only girl and one of the men were pointing and ogling at her, making her irritated again.
"Oh please," another man from their group said with irritation. "Izaya probably just got someone who looked like him and dressed her up like him. Isn't that right?" The man addressed Orihara-san with his question.
Shizuka saw Orihara-san shrug and say, "Hard to say Dotachin, but I was not the one to find her. If anything I'd say—"
"Hurry and find Kanra," Shizuka cut in rudely, not wanting to be around idiots for long.
"OOOooo she even sounds like Shizu-chan!" the girl exclaimed. Turning to her friend she whispered, "Ne~ what if they're on a date! This could be Izaya's way of expressing his feelings toward Shizu-chan!"
"No way!" her companion argued. "She clearly dislikes him as much as Shizuo does."
"Exactly!" the girl asserted, cheering to herself at the thoughts going through her head.
"Patience," Orihara-san told her with a smile. "I'll find her soon."