Cari here! Thank you so much again. We love reading your comments! Today, I'm leaving for youmacon, so there won't be any updates for a while. ;A; sorry guys! However, if any of you guys are going to the con, I'm going to be cosplaying as Psyche on friday at the DRRR! Panel and photoshoot, and I'm cosplaying Izaya on saturday. So if you see me, be sure to say hello!~
The scent of fresh made sushi made Izaya mouth water. He glided into the familiar restaurant, drinking in the sights as he surveyed the area quickly.
"Iza-ya! Long time no see!" Simon greeted as he walked toward the informant. Smiling easily, he nodded toward the sushi chef and rubbed his hands together.
"Ahh, Simon!~ Just the person I wanted to see. I'm here to pick up an order of ootoro."
"Yes, yes. We have it waiting for you." Simon beamed as he patted Izaya's shoulder firmly and led him toward the cashier. "You ordered a large amount this time. You have friends over?"
Izaya laughed, shrugging, "I simply have a client who has yet to try such a delicacy." Simon walked around the counter, grabbing the take out box of sushi and handed it to Izaya. The brunette reached into his pocket and pulled out a debit card to hand to Simon.
The scent of the fresh ootoro made Izaya's stomach grumble, and it took all of his will power to not eat a piece at that moment. Instead, he focused on something else, like the way Simon had to get some help with the register.
"Изаи."
Izaya blinked and looked at Simon, who was staring at him with concentrated eyes.
"Да, Симон? Вы чувствуете, нужно поговорить частным образом?" he asked, tilting his head a bit.
Simon's eyes flitted toward the front doors for a second, before resting on Izaya again. "Я уверен, что вы заметили Шизуо не была вокруг в последнее время."
"Трудно не заметить, что скотина не хватает в этом городе," the informant scoffed with a snide grin. Simon narrowed his eyes.
"Вы случайно не знаете, где он?"
"Почему вы думаете, я бы ни малейшего представления?"
"Это ваша работа."
Izaya laughed and waved his hands, "Ах, насколько это правда, я понятия не имею. Я не трачу свое время на отслеживание монстров, как он. Я не призрак попойка ~" He wiggled his fingers to emphasize his point.
Simon leaned forward to hand Izaya back his debit card, holding it firmly so the smaller man couldn't pull it out of his grasp. "Это ложь во спасение, и вы это знаете."
"Может быть. Но моя работа полна лжи и витой истин." Izaya murmured darkly, eyes slitting slightly with intimidation. Simon didn't seem to be affected.
"Будьте уверены, что он ест хорошо."
Izaya chuckled, "Я не могу заставить его сделать что-нибудь, Симон." He tugged the card, hinting for Simon to let go. The man did, and Izaya slipped it securely into his pocket. He slipped the box under his arm and turned to walk off, waving his hand.
"Chao~" he called as he slipped out of the restaurant and into the streets.
Shivering as a gust of cold wind hit him, he pushed his way past people; weaving in and out of the crowd as he headed back towards Shinjuku. He would have loved to dig into his dinner, but he had more important matters.
Holding the box close to him, he broke into a quick jog, hoping to get back to his place before his appointment. He glanced at a clock inside of a store as he dashed past, scowling a bit. It was already 11:17!
Gritting his teeth, he ran faster; ignoring the burn in his lungs and legs as he continued to sprint past his lovely humans and into Shinjuku. If he didn't get home soon, he would be late for his appointment.
After another ten minutes, he was running into his apartment complex and shoving his way through the door to the stairwell. He didn't have the time to fuck around and wait for an elevator.
His legs trembled and his heart slammed into his chest, but he kept running up the flights of stairs. He felt his balance giving in a few times, and wondered how Shizuo never noticed him stumble after a long chase. The brute was probably too blind by rage to notice Izaya's falters; he preferred it that way.
Izaya stopped on his floor, using his body weight to swing the heavy metal door open. He stumbled a bit as his legs burned after a long run. He fumbled for his house keys and let himself inside, not bothering to call out to see if Namie was in.
He glanced at the wall clock as he opened his fridge, and put the ootoro inside for safe keeping. 11:28. Good, he still had two minutes to kill.
Grinning a bit, he knelt down and opened the white box, licking his lips as his eyes glued onto the perfectly sliced and seasoned sushi. "I deserve a little bit. I'm sure Shizu-chan won't mind~" He picked a juicy morsel up and popped it into his mouth, mewling a bit to himself at the fresh flavors and succulent texture.
Closing the lid and sliding the box toward the very back, he closed the door and stretched. He pulled his jacket a bit closer to him, fighting off a random shiver. Ready to use one of his many masks, he put on a serene and confident smirk, and left his apartment again to meet up with his next appointment.