Izaya strolled into Sunshine City with a renewed hope. If Kasuka was in town, there was a good chance Shizuo was following. The only problem he faced now was the size of the prefecture. It was no Ikebukuro or Shinjuku, but it was still big enough with enough tourist attractions to lead him awry.
Still hiding under the hood of his pull over, he slid through the crowd, trying to find the best place to begin his search.
The most obvious place to begin his search was the infamous Sunshine 60 tower. He quickly made his way over and hopped up the stairs, climbing onto the nearest ledge. He balanced atop it easily and spun around, scanning over the crowd.
So far, the only blondes in the sea of black that caught his eyes were school girls and otakus. Definitely not the blonde bartender Izaya was used to seeing. Although, at one point, he thought he saw Shizuo. But there was no way he'd ever wear pink, let alone walk with someone wearing a god awful gold crown on their head.
With a soft sigh, Izaya rocked back and forth on his heels, whistling a song to himself as he continued to observe the hustle and bustle of the city. He stood silently, like a gargoyle on top of an medieval castle, his red eyes fixated on every blonde mopped head that came into his view. Silently and cautiously waiting for his prey to come. He only had to be patient.
Patience was a virtue, after all.
He merely scoffed at the concept.
After a half hour of waiting, he was starting to grow tired, and was about to leave when he saw another flash of blonde. He immediately turned, and focused on the person. Blonde hair; black vest; blue shades. The blonde fortissimo was walking straight toward him, although he didn't seem to notice him.
He smiled and hopped down from his post and landed on the ground, ducked low to the ground behind a bush as he watched Shizuo stroll past. He snorted at the fact that Shizuo didn't even seem to notice him crouching in the shadows. The informant held his breathe as Shizuo stopped, and turned back around to sit on the steps in front of him.
Izaya watched as Shizuo minded his own business, and started to play around with his cigarettes. He seemed completely calm and at ease, albeit a tad uneasy. It was peculiar to see Shizuo smoking. With the fact he had a terminal disease, one would think he'd try and quit. Maybe he didn't know? Maybe he didn't care.
Izaya sniffed the air and raised his brow. No smoke? He didn't light it…so what on earth…?
Shizuo stiffened, and turned his head a bit. Izaya hunkered down lower and backed up against the wall, under the bushes more. Did Shizuo know?
It didn't seem like it. He simply dropped his unlit cigarette, and stomped his foot on it. Izaya shook his head with dismay. What a waste of a perfect moment to repeatedly stomp and laugh while destroying something.
The honk of the limo's horn made Izaya jump and yelp slightly, and he quickly glanced at Shizuo from behind his shades to see if the blonde heard him. It didn't seem he had, since the horn startled him too.
Izaya peered out from around the bush, and watched Shizuo stand up to go greet his brother. He tried to eavesdrop, but their conversation was quiet, and he could barely pick up any words. Soon after, they walked off, heading to who knows where. Izaya waited a few heartbeats before slipping back onto the streets to follow the Heiwajima's, his plan finally put into action.