Shizuo felt like this was bullshit. Izaya, of all people, making him worried? Please. He was probably just tired. Shizuo sighed.
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Izaya walked through the streets of Ikebukuro once more, back to his apartment. His ass hurt like crazy as it was stretched wide enough to fit the cock of Ikebukuro's strongest, Shizuo.
Damn it. Did Shizu-chan feel good? If he didn't, then all my efforts are useless.
That's right. Izaya had grown attached to Shizuo when Shinra first introduced him. There wouldn't be another person like him. Ikebukuro's monster with a slight brother complex. Most likely a tsundere as well.
Izaya laughed hysterically into the sky as he felt himself getting lonelier and lonelier. "This isn't fair...haha...''
Izaya let tears roll down, but he didn't care. It had started raining, so who would know?
After walking into his apartment, he finished packing. Izaya had perked a foreign man's interest. The only reason he accepted the mustache man's job was because he felt it was the right time to get away from Shizuo. Izaya was tired of continuing their daily routine. Always wanting to kill the other; what was the point? He understood that, at least.
"It's fine. It's over.'' Izaya smiled weakly, talking to himself.
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"DAMN IT!"
Shizuo banged his fist against the wall in a quick flash.
"What is it this time? You've been calm until now these past days."
Tom-san glanced at him curiously.
"...the flea hasn't been around for a week now.''
"Flea? ...ohh. I see.''
Tom-san smirked.
"Never thought I'd live to see you act like this.''
"What is that supposed to mean...?"
Shizuo headed outdoors and began work.
Being a bartender was simple and easy. Being the bartender was something else. Shizuo doubted that he could ever lead a peaceful life.
Even so, it was unfamiliarly strange in the streets of Ikebukuro. Why was that? Because Izaya wasn't causing trouble anywhere? Well, no one even knew where he was.
"Fuck.''
Shizuo had realized that he didn't have Izaya's phone number. He didn't know the phone number of someone he used to see everyday. Figuring that Celty would have it, he journeyed to her and Shinra's apartment. Shizuo banged on the door four times.
"Ok, ok. Who is it?''
Shinra stood in the doorway, noticably sleep deprived.
On instinct, Shinra slammed the door and felt it not close. He gasped to see Shizuo's fingers in between the door and wall.
"S-Sorry...''
Shizuo grunted and let himself in, resting on a couch.
"So? What is it today?''
"I need you to call Izaya and find where he is. Also, don't tell him I'm searching for him.''
"What? Well...since it's you, I'll do it. Izaya's not my favorite though.''
Shinra swiped his cell phone out and dialed Izaya's number.
"Ah, hello? Izaya? Mm...yeah, well. ...where are you right now? I see. Nah, I won't. Mmhm...ok. Bye, then.''
Shinra looked at the scary blonde cautiously.
"Um...Heiwajima-san...''
"Spit it out!''
"R-Right.''
Shinra pushed his glasses up.
"...he's in America.''
