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For being a top notch internet troll, Izaya felt like he just got kicked in the gut from how hard he was just trolled.
For fuck's sake, Shizu-chan, being on a dating site? It was preposterous. Crazy. Impossible. Yet, here he was. Sitting in front of his computer and staring at the profile for Tsugaru.
The profile for…Shizuo.
Izaya screamed with anger and confusion, and threw his cordless keyboard at the wall. He threw a spare flick blade at the wall and kicked the chair over; ignoring the crash of glass on the hardwood floor when the chair spiraled into a lamp. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't fucking believe it.
Grabbing his jacket, he stormed out of his office, not bothering to lock the door behind him; let alone close it. He sprinted down the stairwell, rather than dealing with the elevators, and ran out a back entrance to his apartment complex and into the streets. He broke into a sprint, and never stopped.
He couldn't stop. His instincts were telling him to never stop. To keep running until his lungs and legs refused to carry him further. Until his heart stopped beating. He had to run. Had to get away from the sick truth.
But why? Why was he so angry? So scared? Why was he so hurt? What was he running from? A computer? A man that didn't even realize it was him?
He knew what his heart was screaming at him. That there was an underlying emotion that he swore to never dig up. He buried that feeling long ago. His mind demanded that it was something else. Anything else. Just not that.
Stumbling over a crack in the street, Izaya toppled face first into the asphalt. He sputtered and coughed up the dirt and grit and rubbed the gravel from his face. His hands and cheek were scrapped and bleeding slightly, and stung. He forced himself to his knees, as he panted to catch his breath; chest aching and throat burning as cold autumn air was sucked into his lungs.
Glancing up, he noticed he had run straight into Ikebukuro; ironically toward the place he thought he was running from. No more than a mile away from the blonde's home, Izaya lie collapsed on the street. Shaking with a new fear that he couldn't understand or explain, he forced himself up to his tired feet, and managed to continue to walk. With a practiced grace, and a strong will, he walked past that frightening place, and continued on. A new destination filled his head, and with new vigor, he jogged the rest of the way.
By the time he reached the place of his desire, he barely managed to make it up the stairs. He sluggishly made his way to the front door and forced himself to put on a confident smile. Straightening his back, he rapped the door lightly, and waited.
Seconds passed by, and then the soft click of locks was heard. The door opened, and the familiar grace of black shadows welcomed him. Or rather, questioned his arrival.
"Celty, it's nice to see you again."
She shut the door in his face, and she could hear footsteps leaving. Not too long after, the door opened again. Shinra greeted Izaya with a wide smile.
"Izaya! What are you doing here so late at night?" he questioned as he opened the door wider for Izaya to come in. The brunette forced himself to walk in with a decent stride, but he lagged a bit and sat immediately on the couch.
"Nehh, stress and work. Needed to go for a walk, and somehow ended up here."
"Ended up here? Sounds like your subconscious led you here." Shinra joked, although Izaya doubted it was merely for humor.
"Don't go suggesting that some deep rooted memory or emotion led me here for a night time chat. I'm just here cause my legs got tired and I'm hungry. Got any ootoro?" he prattled.
Shinra fell into the seat next to Izaya and sighed, "Nope, nothing like that here tonight. If I had known you were coming…actually, I wouldn't have prepared anything fancy. Oh well!" He grinned. However, that grin fell when he got a better look at Izaya. "What happened?"