Shizuo silently took a step back, head hung low. Then another. Before he cared, Shizuo was running back.
He felt like he had lost to that girl, who could easily kiss Izaya in public. And she was better for him anyway.
He wouldn't be able to bring Izaya the joy a woman could bring.
Defeated and out of breath, Shizuo slowly wandered around.
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"...''
"I like you, Izaya.''
"...Nicole, I-''
She clung to his shirt and shook her head.
"I don't care. I've watched you for a long time now.''
Izaya strangely grew annoyed at her behavior and words and said,
"You don't even know me. You don't know how I was in Japan. You don't know my personality.''
Nicole brought her hands up to her mouth, covering it.
"...but there's someone who does.''
She trembled slightly, but did not cry, which Izaya appreciated. This time, she nodded her head and walked away.
Izaya sighed of relief as he did the same.
Mm, is this news to tell Shizuo?
His mood was immediately uplifted thinking of him, and Izaya realized it.
He looked up at the incoming clouds, rain would be inevitable.
Deciding to hurry home, Izaya smiled along the way.
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It was 4:38 pm, with a light shower starting to fall down. Izaya guessed he would be home in around 15 minutes, and he texted Shizuo, asking what he was doing now.
Humming to himself, with a cheery mood, he couldn't wait to see Shizuo.
Soon reaching his apartment as predicted, Izaya unlocked the door to find no one. His hopes of spending time with Shizuo dropped as he quietly took off his shoes and coat.
Ah...guess he's out.
Izaya plopped onto the couch.
I want to see him.
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Shizuo barely noticed the rain coming down.
In an alley, he noticed a bunch of men sneering and laughing at him.
Not caring, he headed towards one of them and punched his face.
That one quickly fell to the ground.
"What the fuck, dude?!''
"Hey, get him!''
He started fighting, and after a few minutes, the police came.
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His phone rang. Izaya felt he would collaspe any moment, but he picked it up.
"Hello? Is this Izaya Orihara?''
"Yes, what is it?''
"Shizuo Heiwajima told us to contact you. He's at the police station right now for disturbances in the public and street fighting. Please come pick him up.''
"Ah, I see...thank you.''
He hung up.
What is he getting himself into?
