I can't believe this happened. Why I didn't update sooner was because my school had troubles connecting to the internet. I later on discovered my connection at home was awful as well. It finally came to view that most of the connection in all of Orange County's District was having a malfunction and could do not much online. It finally came back an fixed while I decided to finish the last part of this chapter. Also had a writer's block so... eh. Sorry again, blame school for this- nah screw it, blame school for everything. Here's the new chapter, enjoy~!
Chapter 12: Just Curious, right?
"So how was your weekend?" Tom said catching a glare over to his friend. "It was fine. No, it was shitty." He grunted through peeled back lips. "And why's that? It's like almost every day is bad for you."
"I'd rather not say. It'll just annoy me more." Shizuo replied, Tom making sure he took a mental note of how annoyed Shizuo was the last time. The day was beautifully colored light blue and the ball of sunshine shined on it's people like it always did. They were on their way to the same place again. Didn't that bastard say they wouldn't have to come over and deal with them again?
"I'm guessing you can already tell who we're going for next."
"That Kurome guy, right?" Tom nodded making Shizuo sigh with annoyance. Yup. This might be even more terrible than he's already believed it would be. It took a good 13 minutes when they took their route down to the same old apartment building the supposed clients were. With every inch in his head, Shizuo tried to take as many notes as possible. Don't get as angry. Don't threaten unless needed to. Don't talk to that Kamito guy...
Don't think of Izaya.
He could feel his blood boiling at the thought of what had occurred previously but still had the courage to sustain it. By the time they reached the door Tom made sure if Shizuo was in any condition to deal with these guys so he wouldn't go ballistic like almost every other client he's ever had. Shizuo turning over to the dread-locked man, nodded and Tom proceeded to the door and gave a firm knock pounding against the wood. "Hey! We're here for your debt again!" He shouted to make sure they heard him. Silence greeted them as nothing moved but the trees that were swaying.
Before Tom could knock again with more force, a weak voice rattled through the door.
"H-Hold on! We're c-coming!"
The sound of locks clicking and sliding rang in their ears as the door slowly cracked open. "Ah, I see we haven't been keeping our p-promise. I'm s-sorry. Please come in..."
The chubby man looked troubled or at least quaking from fear as he let the door slide open even further. He was hiding behind the door when Tom and Shizuo made their way inside. And there he was. That Kamito guy. Just glaring and grinning with that usual smile he had the first time they met. Shizuo didn't know if Tom knew this, but that man's eyes weren't smiling one bit. They looked absolutely deadly and were pinned on nothing else but Shizuo like a needle hoisting a picture on a wall.
"Ah, welcome again you two. Care for some snacks?"
Izaya blinked again as he gazed at the ceiling with a bored expression emitting from him. Exactly what happened? All he remembered was passing out during Shizuo's "Mature Way" of handling things and then waking up in bed. He noticed his hand was warm just as if something as hot as fire interacted with his frozen fingers. Was someone here earlier when he was out?
Izaya sat up again ignoring the slight migraine that accompanied him. The cloth slipping off his head and plopping onto the dry carpet. Izaya soon felt the Sun's rays hit his skin and blew his migraine away like a powerful gust of wind against a leaf. The morning was fresh and the day seemed like it would have a good vibe. Izaya isn't the type to go with vibes but he felt like he should follow it. His fever has resided for the remaining time so he should be alright. He removed the futon's blanket off of his warm body and slid out of it, stretching his arms and yawning as his joints connected and bones cracked.
He made his way to the door and then the hallway. No one should be up so it was perfectly safe to have some alone time, unless Celty gets up which is usually common. When he took a step into the open, no one was there. Izaya scanned the area just to make sure and a sigh of relief blew from his nostrils. He made his way over to the glass door and stepped outside onto the porch.
The sun was already up and the air breezed through his hair and cooled off his steam. It was so refreshing and he loved it. It almost felt like the dream he had. Dream? Nonsense. More like a supposed thing that will never come true. But what was that 'dream' exactly?
Too carefree to think, he just leaned on the wall railing and looked down among the humans. Now that he's thought about it, it has been sometime since he had messed with suicidal teenaged girls or plotted anything for his beloved
'game' to take course. The breeze was soothing and his thoughts were being blown away as he enjoyed the wind's breath.
This is what it felt like to be fresh, to be free. To actually enjoy the outdoors without feeling hatred and unwanted lust consume your body against your will. Those men made him feel like a bird trapped in a cage. He howled and howled but no one cared, they just laughed at his pathetic state and mocked him. Ridiculed his pitiful sight. How much he would give to erase that cursed memory it would've made his life better, easier, back to the way it was and to have every one seen normal or caught up in their own problems. How he craved for that once more.
It wouldn't be much longer before Celty and Shinra would wake up so it was bound to get noisy again, but as long as he was outside enjoying the breeze that made him feel in a state of peace was still present, then he'd be more than alright.
I wonder how Shizu-chan's doing.
That brute might as well go die already. He thought as he lifted his head to meet the sky's calming color. It was no where as near as beautiful as a dream he once had. Maybe I should talk to Shinra...? Celty doesn't sleep in the same bed as him of course, but either way, Izaya would thank the gods he did not believe in for her absence. Izaya lead himself inside, missing and longing for the air to join him again but continued to the hallway where he believed Shinra's room would be after all these years.
He knocked as softly as he could not wanting to attract attention. Nothing was heard and so he knocked again with a little more force. "...Can I get 5 more minutes...?" A light sound of a bed creaking and stumbling was heard along with silent footsteps getting closer to the door, shadows below it. The door swung open with a drowsy Shinra standing there dumbfounded. "So, what is it you wanna talk about, Celt-"
Yup. Time to go back to bed. Shinra tried closing the door softly but was stopped by Izaya's hand pushing against it. Shinra gave a glare filled with tiresome but let the door creak open. "I hope you don't mind if we talk." Izaya said.
"I don't know. It's early and I did try to talk to you yesterday." The doctor shrugged and let the raven inside. Izaya hesitated from there and his words were stuck in his throat.
"If you have nothing to say then let me go back to sleep..." Shinra interrupted his train of thought but was cut off by a small "Wait!" and a hand clenching his wrist. "You're a doctor and the closest thing I have to a 'friend"
His teeth clenched and lips tried to pry from the overwhelming hesitation but Izaya managed to say it.
"Dreams aren't real, just false realities, right?"
Shizuo and Tom both shook their head rejecting Kamito's offer making him shrug and tear the idea out of his suggestions. Not on friendly terms still? Shizuo leaned on the wall cream colored wall, ignoring every word he could hear. Tom and that Yoji guy had been talking about rearrangements while Yoji ate the snacks but Shizuo felt an uneasy feeling settle around him. Eyes were watching him; glaring daggers viciously at every inch of his body like he was getting stabbed onto a wall simultaneously. He knew that damned Kamito guy was watching him. They were watching him. It wasn't normal for them to act this way and treat the guests kindly, the scum. For Shizuo, he didn't have to look at them to understand what's going on or what type of people they are. Their scents gave off an aroma of bad hormones, but his senses told him a different story.
His senses told him, encouraged him, to rip them to shreds. The fat pig was nothing but as for the guy over there, Kamito, was getting the most off putting sense of all. It plagued Shizuo to believe something was definitely wrong with that man. It spiked and roared into his conscious like an outcry.
Shizuo was thinking about leaving Tom in there while he took a quick smoke outside but then realized something could happen to Tom if he did so, so he stayed. Yoji let out a roar of laughter that sounded pretty nervous.
"Haha! Yes I know, I've failed you again even though I said I wouldn't. I'm so sorry!" He said lowering his head having a small grin plastered on his face. Tom raised his head and reassured it was no problem but he knew it would be a big problem if they continued to do this. "I'll go get the money this time." Yoji said as he went to the next room leaving them. He gave them the debt and gestured a bow. "Alright, thank you. We better not keep coming back, ya hear?" Tom sighed. "Y-yes! We'll try!" Yoji bowed once again in fear of what might happen if he did not do so.
And with that, Tom and Shizuo made their way out. They made it down the stairs and onto the sidewalk going to a new address. "I'm surprised you didn't lose your temper this time. What's going on now?" Shizuo heard his boss as he turned to face him with a serious but calm expression. "Dunno. Guess I'm not in the mood." The blond said shrugging and taking a cancer stick from his pocket. He lit it and inhaled the burning scent of nicotine cooling him down. "Well that's new. Mind if I have one?" Shizuo then tossed another cigarette to Tom and lit it. Even though smoking could kill with whatever it throws at you, these guys were either brave or complete idiots. Either way, the world accepts both and everyone. They then stopped for a little while to enjoy their smoke, it puffing through the air with its visible streaks of grey. "That Kamito guy. I don't like him." The blond said in a husky voice filled with annoyance. "Yeah, I know what you mean."
"He seems pretty off."
The blond inhaled more smoke trying to relax humself. For some reason, God knows why, that man was throwing Shizuo's senses into a fremzy. nd they eventually made their way to the next bum who didn't pay their debt just like the rest.
"What do you mean?" The drowsy doctor asked. What's gotten into him? Shinra fixated his hazel eyes back on the raven who was emitting waves of curiosity. "If it makes you feel better, then no."- he said mustering his courage- "But there is a possibility that dreams can be linked to something or show a person's true desire or their worst fears."
"Scientists aren't sure what causes dreams or why we even have them. To be honest, I don't know much about them myself. I'm not that kind if doctor but I do know some things."
"Exactly, why are you asking this?" The room fell silent. Why was he asking him this? Why? It wasn't anything special. Just curious to these sorts of things. "...Just curious" was all he said. For some reason beyond his knowledge he could not point out why his heart slammed against his chest in a fast tempo. He could not point out why he was feeling a strange feeling rumble around in his bosom. He could not point out why thinking about such a topic made his entire being tremble with unknown flutters and blood rushing to a burning sensation as similar to a blazing fire.
"Izaya, did something happen?" Izaya heard Shinra call with worry in his tone. "No, nothing at all." He said turning on his heel and taking his leave. "Izaya" he heard his name again and he came to a halt at the door frame- "you can talk to me about anything. I'm here for you no matter what. Remember that, okay?"
"..." He proceeded to walk out the room and close the door gently not wanting to cause a loud noise. Shinra just stared at his door frame with a sad look of melancholy spread all over his face. He knew something was wrong with Izaya. Why else would he come in and ask about such an abnormal question? He stood there for seconds, minutes, maybe an eternity? God knows how long before he plopped on the edge of his bed and dropped his gaze onto the floor.
Just curious, right?
Just to give a heads up, if you're still confused on how Yoji and Kamito look, then here is a more descriptive one. Yoji is fat obviously having a face full of chubby-ness with really short hair and big lips. He's pretty short so he's not taller than Tom although he is 38. Kamito is average height, a little shorter than Shizuo but taller than Izaya. Wears a hoodie and has shaved dark short hair with a masculine face. Until next time~