Alright. Two annoying news... yay... my dad has gotten a new job, but uses my laptop to do it everyday of the week except Saturday and Sunday. So now I am back to writing on my phone- hilarious, right? So please excuse some typos or auto correcting. My phone can be a demon with grammar... And I've also been very lazy, which is not an excuse. Please find it in your heart's to forgive little old me °~°
Here's the new chapter~ Enjoy!
Chapter 26: Paranoia
The room carried this tough husky smell of old and dust as dust bunnies silently float and hop over the fabric of the room.
"You really need to clean up here. Looks like shit." Shizuo muttered under his breath after standing for what seemed like an eternity. Izaya sprang out from the corner with a small pout on his face. "Well excuse me, but I recall being kept in hospitality for a good month and a couple of weeks~"
Shizuo immediately chucked the idea out of his head and examined the other parts of the dust covered furniture. Izaya has been with Shinra for a while, which he can sadly agree on. Agree with the flea, huh?
Honey glazed eyes glared downward onto the furniture, tracing his hand softly over the puffed couch and scooping the bath of dust off.
"Can you just hurry it up already? You've been taking to much time!"
"Don't rush me. I'm almost done."
After a good couple of impatient minutes, the raven emerged from the room carrying some small and some big bags. "Alright. I'm finished~" Izaya chirped in a singsong voice and took a halt in front of the faux blond.
"Do I have to ask what is in those bags...?" Shizuo grunted, keeping his eyes on the smiling raven in his view. "Really? You choose now to be a moron?"
"Just tell me what the hell are in the bags!"
"Okay, rude~." The informant said in protest, "If I'm going to be living with you at the moment, I need to get some of my clothes and bring my laptop."
"Happy now?" he added on with a somehow devious sardonic smirk spread across his face. "Shut up flea. Why do you even need your laptop?" The Heiwajima raised an irritated brow.
"For work purposes."
"And how do I know that you're not gonna plan anything with it?"
"Like I've told you, I'm not going to do ridiculous things." Izaya sighed. "When did you become so cautious~?"
The blond could feel his impatient anger bubbling to the touch trying to subside it. Either way, the raven looked like he was having some sort of a decent time-even teasing a brute...
"Just shut up and let's get going already." Shizuo growled before turning on his heel grouchy-like and headed for the door with the raven tailing vivaciously behind him, enthusiasm pulsing through informant.
The next day rose faster than anyone could actually expect. The sun stood high on the dawn's setting as the warm and old crisp air drifted off and welcomed the new fresh scent of dew.
Dark blood colored eyes gleamed with mischief and confidence as vogue dark circles traced his long-lashed eyes. Izaya had stayed up most of the night unexpected or what to think on doing. He had propped himself onto the couch like a statue through the fast night, unable to even think about a dose of sleep from how It was like this one minded track set that prone him to keep his mind. It's about time the one who once arranged the playing field finally changes the rules.
"And what are you doing up this early for?" Izaya heard Shizuo's husky voice from behind, not noticing when he had ever entered the room. When his dark orbs swerved over where the voice trailed from he took notice of him wearing a plain white t-shirt and long navy sweat pants. "I've decided on something."
"And you're coming with me."
"...Huh?" The brute forced out in confusion. "Now what are you planning, flea?"
"I'm not planning anything for the millionth time. I just need someone to come with me at the moment. And right now, you're the only person who can."
The blond came to a brief stop and eyed the man sitting on the soft textured couch carefully and slowly processed and considered it. "We're just going to go out and get some things. You don't really have a choice." Izaya rang out in a soft purr-like voice.
"Tch, fine."
"When and where are we going?"
The raven forced himself up slowly and stood straight, glancing his vision in the blond's direction. "We're going to my place to get some things. And it has to be soon, I don't like to wait." A grunt slipped from Shizuo as he calmly collected himself and turned over to the window blinds seeing straight though them with its chocolate gold eyes and mentally noting the Sun's body of light floating above the city. It looked as if it was 12 - 1pm.
His eyes looked arid before he ran a large warm hand through his dyed locks and gazed back onto Izaya.
"Fine. Let me get ready first."
They soon set off onto their trail while the sun was still present and unmoving over the city that breathed lively. Izaya was taking fast steps and speeding across the alleyways almost leaving Shizuo in the dust if the blond didn't decide to speed along behind. "Hurry up Shizu-chan! You're slow~!" The raven chirped bubbly as he broke into big skips, hopping like a bunny.
Shizuo grew annoyed and tried to keep his pace. "Will you just slow down and quit trying to draw attention?!"
"Oh Shizu-chan, I haven't been out of that cage in such a while~"
"Shizu-chan is slow! And we're in the alleys, no one can really keep their eyes on us!"
Even if they were in the somehow dark alleys and corridors of a bright beaming district with boring dull people, he wanted to make sure they didn't attract too much attention. They were enemies; supposed to hate each other. The public new this like the back of their hands. Shizuo couldn't stand being close to the flea or he'll turn into a rabid dog and persistently try to maul and tear the flea the shreds, bouldering everything out of his way.
But, another stream poured through his subconscious. He couldn't stand being with this man...
...But...
He couldn't stand being anywhere away from him. Life is just confusing on so many levels that not everyone can understand it. Izaya was there to ruin Shizuo's life with his ridiculous acts and sardonic taunts sending the man into a full out rage of seeing only red.
However, these past tense days, weeks, even a month, they have been clawing at the back of his head still making its way to the front every time. He'd hate to say this; despise to think this...
But what had happened to this man-and yet he's acting impervious to the acts that have been inflicted onto him. Not unless another night terror or a panic attacks sneaks up and threatens him.
'What is my reason...?'
The barrage of thoughts forced his legs into a power walk, speeding a little faster and catching up to the skipping rabbit in front.
'Why does he think he can take on everything like a god...?'
Too distracted by his thoughts, his eyes narrowed into slits until the obvious caught his eyes.
Izaya was no where in his sight.
"Izaya?" The blond came to a stiffening halt. Where did he...
His vision zoomed into all the directions.
Not in front, not behind...
He glanced up but there was no fire escape on the back of the building.
"Stop playing games dammit!"
His legs were frozen solid. Izaya wasn't in his sights... he wasn't in the area...
Where did Izaya go!?
With the speed of light he dashed with a loud boom and his feet stomping across the cement sickeningly. "Izaya!"
How could he be this damn stupid!? The man was just skipping and hopping with a girly laugh all spirited and vivaciously-how could he just vanish into thin air like smoke?
The wind whistled doubts in his ears making him run just a little faster. At the corner of his eye he saw an opening point to a new alley. Ignoring any protests he flew onto the start of it and skidding his heels to turn the direction until he came onto a saddening stop.
It was the end of the alley. What had welcomed him was a large hard dark brick wall with a couple of stains and garbage bags at the foot of it.
Izaya was gone. He was no where to be found.
How could he have been this blinded-dumb-so in his thoughts to miss a howling with joy idiot prancing around?! "Stupid...!" He cursed softly.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid...!" The monster wanted to scream. Roar his name. Where was he?!
How could this have happened?!
'...I...I lost him...'
The feeling of being blinded and dumbfounded pounding and screamed at him as did the wind which silenced its doubts and was replaced by the honking of cars far away.
There was no way he would be that far off-he couldn't have gone off that long!
Without a second trace of thoughts he whipped around preparing to bolt into another sprint.
"IZA-"
The name simply subsided quickly before he stumbled backwards awkwardly.
A dark figure had swung itself fast in front of his view upside down hanging from a pole from the side of the dull and dusty red building.
"Helloooooo~ Shizu-chan!"
Worry immediately flew as disbelief replaced it across his features. "!?"
There he was. Hanging upside down and smiling with a childish smirk plastered on him. "What the hell!?" He cursed and collected himself as the informant bursted in uncontrollable laughter. The blond never could've guessed his sunglasses were snatched from his face and were in the informant's hand. Izaya was a little unease at laughing and swinging so loosely he would fall off the the pole, his legs quickly unwrapped themselves around deftly swinging off of the pole and landing straight in front of the staggering blond.
"Who knew Shizu-chan could get scared!"
"Especially over a little old me~"
He giggled like a child. Shizuo gathered himself and raised up to his regular height, slightly towering over Izaya. "What the fuck were you doing!? Don't go off on your own dammit!" His eyes were pouring fury and unease. "You were looking like you were dazing off-even when I looked back. You didn't seem to notice so I just went on ahead."
Shizuo clicked his teeth as his hand rested on his face. "Just don't make me go looking for you again...!"
Izaya chuckled lightly, "Take a joke for once~" lively blood eyes spoke into dark gold eyes. He placed the glasses back onto Shizuo's face insanely lightly, smirking
"Let's go!"
He gracefully spun around and flew into a sprint-
Izaya stumbled backwards strangely feeling a warm and thick hand snatched his whipped his head around confounded, letting those serious macho eyes bore into him.
"Stop running around! Stay around me, got it?"
The tale in those eyes were non of a false story. Those same insane eyes muttering those words from his lips in a low mature voice.
"Don't go anywhere else but by me."
Whether it had been seconds of endless staring he couldn't shake this... this strange feeling off. It was that same warmth he craved when he was dead cold and cutting ties mentally. That same warmth he greedily desired within his trapped soul.
That same warmth he wished he had entrapped most of his life.
A minute ran passed them as they couldn't snap out of their stare down, locked into one another's glossy orbs. The air died faster than the sound of a breath leaving a person's lips and the atmosphere grew into a mutual confinement.
"Fine. As Shizu-chan wishes~"
With a brief second, the hand that was once locked onto his wrist like a chain slipped and retracted itself. Shizuo slipped his fingers onto the smooth blue surface of his glasses and adjusted them with a slight push up the bridge of his nose, taking small steps ahead and making sure Izaya had stayed put behind him.
He didn't want anyone to see them. They would either make a huge fuse about it or take a picture from a hidden location and post it everywhere they could-still making a huge fuss. But Izaya was the type of guy who would love to exceed your limits and do all the things you craved him not to do. Being stubborn and attracting attention.
The biggest concern at the tip of blond's senses were that maybe those men were lurking around the beating city. The sun may be proudly high shining above all its noisy figures below, but among them could be a true beast lurking their way to them. He disliked to say it or even think it, but his job was to protect the flea no matter what.
How can it be called dislike if he dares to ever think of being so close to hi-
"If we're going to take the alleyways then we have to go faster."
Sheepishly raking mental note of that, despite his train of thought being hurled off track from the flea's voice he sped up. He was right and they weren't going to arrive in Shinjuku as if a genie just spoofed them there. It was a pretty solid far walk for the insane two.
Though Shizuo is more fond of Ikebukuro because it is his territory; the territory of where the supposed monster resides. Izaya was familiar all the time with just the walking and short train rides back and fourth repeatedly like an everyday schedule. So it would make sense if the flea new the city more than the beast who quickly assured it was his area and that Izaya was no where able to cross the line to it. But look at raven now, happily roaming the streets like it was no problem or wasn't shaken up by the fact that the monster was right next to him.
It didn't feel that long, but the sun had risen so high that it was already close of hanging onto the edge of dusk, the sky almost painted that murky blue orange before sunset.
Though the people in Shinjuku weren't that fond of Shizuo-the rampaging dog that guards only the district of Ikebukuro- so they couldn't distinguish much of a threat. It was like a territory thing. The people of Shinjuku knew and feared Izaya as well did Ikebukuro knew and coward under Shizuo. But Izaya would come and join in on the fun of being high above everyone, letting more people fear him in Ikebukuro.
They went up the stairs until Izaya had pulled out a secret key from an unknown location and opened the door.
It wasn't as long as they took getting to the flea's home than going back. He looked much more happier and animated with the bags he was holding, and Shizuo carry the two big bags.
When they got to their original settlement, Izaya just laid the bags down gently like they were fragile before plopping onto the comfortable couch.
"That was fun!" He cheerfully howled, eyes gleaming back to the blond tryout to place the bags down, "We should go again sometime~!"
"Being with you? I'd rather not."
"Aww, you're no fun Shizu-chan!"
Blocking the whines of the annoying flea, Shizuo glanced over at the window, mentally noting the insane dark sky that shone like a cat's pupils.
"Are you happy now? Better not have other shit..." he groaned slightly, heading over to the couch as well but sitting on the farthest edge of It.
"Yup!"
From the corner of his calm eyes, the raven slipped out his electronic, turning it on and seemed to be rapidly typing fast as if he was texting.
"Who're you texting?
"My my, aren't you nosy?" He said with a sly smirk.
"I'm asking my dear Secretary to do something for me."
Shizuo snapped view back onto the man, "The hell? You said you weren't planning anything!"
"I'm not. I'm just requesting her to do something."
The blond let out a small "tch" before breaking his gaze and prodding himself off of the couch and heading down the room.
"I'm going to bed." He muttered without turning back, expecting acknowledgement.
"He's been gone for a while and now suddenly comes back and requests this of me. Pitiful." Her voice, cold as ice, grunted as she strove her way through the dust covered territory.
"Bastard should at least come back before assigning me this. Didn't Kishitani say that he was out from an injury?"
Ignoring the uneasy gloomy setting of the night pouring into the room, she rested her purse onto the nearest clean counter before getting to work.
She brushed a thick line of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear, reaching downward to scrub the bath of dust onto the desk. "Bastard..."
[Helloooo~! \(^v^)/ Namie dear, could you kindly drop by my apartment and give it a nice clean up? I possibly won't be here for a while, but don't worry. Your paycheck will be assured. Have fun~ (/°u^)/~~3]
Namie's teeth grinded hard. He disgusted her from her stomach to her being.
She would rather do this under Seiji's order, the thought making her heart leap from her chest and butterflies swarm inside her. The heat from her cheeks quickly cooled from what her main task was.
The long haired woman cleaned most of the desks without care or concern in her eyes, but did a she told.
Crack.
Immediately as if her body slowed down, Namie raised herself.
She heard it again.
"Is someone there...?" She asked dumbfounded.
By the atmosphere answering back with a sheer silence, the woman shrugged her shoulders and continued on moving to the next spot.
What kept her constantly on edge was the constant cracking sound of wood having pressure repeatedly pressed onto it.
She removed the dust on the windows.
Crack.
She patted the furniture flat from grime.
Craaack.
"Is someone there?"
No response.
Namie kept at her work. Eyes of a cat observing the dark room that exposed no light but the complete color of midnight blue.
Crack.
"Alright, that's it! Who's in here!?"
...
No response.
Maybe the place was old that it just screams with creaks.
Creeeaakk.
Or maybe she's going insane from the paranoia of being alone here at night.
Creeeaaak Crack.
'It sounded like it came from upstairs.' She mentally noted.
As silent as a feather, her feet delicately pressed themselves onto the floor softly creating no noise and silently approaching the stair case. Her chalice of stealth was remarkable in the situation, though the constant cracks never ceased their crooked songs. The stairs ached with a small whining sound but was not able to be heard from far.
Stealthily and quietly, her legs led her into the halts of the doors. The atmosphere grew more tense and gruesome as the doors called her over.
Craaaack.
It was louder.
She held the cold thick small bottle of pepper spray that she had grasped from her purse.
'They have to be in here. There's no way other way...'
Namie waited.
The noise grunted louder than before.
'...Now!'
Her mind immediately raced as she barged through the door head on like a rhino knocking over something. Her hand held the defensive weapon firmly, prepared to use it and smoke the bastard. Through the dark room, her eyes adjusted quickly before zooming her vision around cautiously.
Not one person was in sight.
Having the feeling of caution and suspicion lead her on though her head assured there was nothing there; it felt like there was.
Namie blazed through the rooms checking them all with detail and everything. Nothing was there.
"Damn it," she breathed out, "I can't believe I have become so paranoid..."
"It wouldn't be like this-" she hugged her chest tightly, "if Seiji was here..."
Namie couldn't stop the sudden twinkle in her eyes and the constant fluttering heart.
'Damn this paranoia.'
Ignoring the screams and aches of the flooring Namie paced straight to her purse and grasped it into her delicately small hands. She wasn't completely done, so she had to get her work done.
"As long as that pitiful bastard pays me, I'm good to go." She muttered under her breath.
The night was an intricate setting that shouted mystery and trouble just as night was defined as. The moon glazed a foggy look as if it was a frozen moon. Seiji was her sun. As 'that disgusting thieving cat' Mika was the moon blocking her from meeting her glorious sun's rays.
If only she had been with Seiji more better than that girl Mika.
If only she had noticed sooner that objects shaped as hands cloaked in darkness were forming around the corner of her vision, she could've avoided it.
Namie's mind flew into a straight warning panic screaming at her and her heart leaped to her throat, the sudden surprise shocking her.
The hands grasped her wrist and placed it's enormous hand- holding a white cloth that smelled of a sweet scent- was present in the hand and pressed against her face.
The woman immediately knew what this substance was and rejected it with every ounce that she could manage; struggling and holding her breath for dear god.
The more she struggled the more it terrified her. The shadow moved closer to her ear, hearing the thing smirk. Even if she had a sickening cloth in her face blocking her windpipes, the disgusting smell of rotting breath could be smelled.
It whispered in a gruff husky voice-one of a scary thing. A very big man.
"Hello there, beautiful~
Also, I've noticed that I make some characters OOC... I apologize for that. But to you guys, are they really out of character? XD