Why did he log back on? What did he think would come out of it? Ease of mind? Sick satisfaction? Did he honestly believe that the idiot wouldn't bother him? Hell no. All it did was allow the brute on the other end of the internet to continue spamming him with messages.

Izaya groaned and paced as the beeping from his computer never ceased. Honestly, did he ever give up?

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Izaya stepped into the kitchen and filled a tea kettle with water and placed it on the stove. Heavy eyes glided over toward his desk, where he could see the blinking tab on his desktop announcing that he had a message. By now, he was sure it was over thirty.

He hoisted himself up onto the counter, and leaned back so his head and shoulders rested against the cabinets. He languidly kicked his feet back and forth and closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sound of the water slowly coming to a boil, instead of that annoying and constant tinging.

"Izaya!"

He groaned as he heard the clacking of heels storming into his kitchen. "What is it, Namie?" he droned as he fiddled with the edge of the kettle.

The secretary crossed her arms and tilted her head toward the computer swiftly, "Answer those damn messages. It's annoying to have to listen to that noise all day."

He squinted at her and shrugged, "I don't want to answer."

"Deal with it." she hissed, but her voice was blocked out by the whistle that now filled the room. She huffed and marched forward, grabbing a coffee cup and pouring herself a cup of the water. Izaya held up a prepared tea bag and dropped it in her cup, splashing her with hot water and making her hiss.

"Asshole." she grumbled as she sipped at the beverage, gagging at the taste, "It's bitter!"

"Just like your personality." Izaya hummed to a small tune as he poured himself his own cup and gently dunked a tea bag inside and swirled it around. He smiled widely as she glared at him, dumping sugar into her cup before walking off into her makeshift office.

"Just answer him."

He sighed, scooting off the edge and landing lightly on his feet. Sipping at his tea, which he preferred bitter thank you very much, and watched as the message count slowly rose. 33...34...35...

The informant sighed, slipping into his chair and setting his mug aside. He opened the message box on the dating site and skimmed lazily over the messages.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Psyche, are you there?

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Hey, I'm sorry about last time.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Please answer me.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Hello, are you there?

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Psyche, I wanna ask you a question.

Biting back the urge to log off, he forced his fingers to move; grudgingly slipping into character.

[Psychedelic Dreams] ahh, Tsu-chan! I'm sooooo sorry! i was busy with a client and couldnt check the messages! 4give me! ;A;

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] It's ok! You don't need to apologize. I understand.

[Psychedelic Dreams] so, u said u had something 2 ask?

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Yeah, um. Shinra came over to give me a new test.

Izaya swallowed another large gulp of his tea, wincing as the scalding drink burned his throat.

[Psychedelic Dreams] oh? what did he say?

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] He says I have something called CARP or something.

The informant snorted and laughed to himself. Oh God, Shizu-chan really was as dumb as a rock when it came to medical terms. Or rather, when it came to scientific terms.

[Psychedelic Dreams] u mean COPD?

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Yeah that.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] It just means I can't smoke anymore. Which is hard.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Like…really hard.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] It's driving me crazy actually, knowing I can't ever do it again.

[Psychedelic Dreams] mm, well i guess that's a good thing. now you wont get lung cancer or anything.

Ahh, right. Izaya was also positive the brute had cancer. Apparently his calculations were off. He scowled a bit, and shrugged off the strange sense of relief he felt.

[Psychedelic Dreams] yay Tsu-chan can live! :D

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Actually, that's where I need help.

[Psychedelic Dreams] huh?

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Shinra said I should have someone visit and check up on me, so I don't smoke. Said it'd be good to have that as reassurance.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] So I was wondering…

Izaya froze and stared wide eyed at the screen. "Shizu-chan you big oaf, don't you dare…"

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] If you wouldn't mind it…

"Shizu-chan, I mean it. Stop writing and think for a second."

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] I mean, we already know each other a bit, and you're a nice guy and all.

"Shizu-chan, don't say it!" Izaya screamed at his computer, slamming his hands on the desk and knocking over his tea. He shouted out with annoyance and moved all his paperwork away from the spill and ran to the kitchen to grab a cloth. He hurried back and quickly mopped up the mess, only glancing at the screen and feeling his stomach flip.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Maybe you wouldn't mind meeting up with me and maybe checking in on me?

[Psychedelic Dreams] uh…im not sure…

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Please? You're the only one I could think of to help.

[Psychedelic Dreams] Tsu-chan, i really don't think im good for that.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Please Psyche. I trust you more than anyone right now.

[Psychedelic Dreams] d..dont say that…

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] But it's true.

[Psychedelic Dreams] Tsugaru, I cant

Izaya banging his head on the desk, groaning as he stared at the screen. "Dammit, Shizu-chan! Just give up! I don't want to help! I won't help you!" he whined softly to himself as he watched the "partner is typing" symbol moving.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Why not?

"Shit…" Izaya bit his lip and tried to think. He ran his fingers through his hair and tugged a bit, huffing as he tried to think of a plan to shake the blonde off him. "God dammit Shizu-chan, you're like a fucking puppy that won't go away." With trembling fingers, Izaya struggled to stay in character - all he wanted was to scream at Shizuo to go die.

[Psychedelic Dreams] Tsugaru, I cant. I really can't…

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Why not?

[Psychedelic Dreams] Because…you would hate my true self.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] I don't think that.

[Psychedelic Dreams] You would.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] You don't know that.

[Psychedelic Dreams] I'm not like this in real life. I'm not chipper and bubbly. I'm darker than this. I don't want you to see that side of me.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] I don't care. You're still Psyche, the same person I've-

[Psychedelic Dreams] Tsugaru! Stop it! You're falling for a façade. Do us both a favor and forget about me!

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Then prove it. Meet me at the bottom of Sunshine 60, and prove to me you aren't the same person you were when we first met.

This was a waste of his time. The entire conversation was going no where. That damn monster was as bull headed as he was strong, and it was pissing Izaya off. Throwing in the towel, Izaya finally caved in, determined to break Shizuo completely.

[Psychedelic Dreams] Alright. I'll meet you there.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Really? That's great!

[Psychedelic Dreams] But I'm going to be myself. I'm not going to act like how I did.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] That's ok. I know it's still you regardless.

[Psychedelic Dreams] You're hopeless.

[Kawaiiyaoiboi69] Shut up, Psyche. I'll see you there.

-Kawaiiyaoiboi69 has logged out-

-Psychedelic Dreams has logged out-

The informant sighed, "Shizu-chan, you're too much to handle." He didn't bother to reach for his coat. He simply walked out of his apartment, leaving a note on the desk for Namie if she cared to learn where he had left to.