How Do You Feel? - Izaya Fanfiction

What is he?

I slept with some chill music on that night, I was tired beyond belief and my mind had finally come to a standstill. I woke up feeling refreshed and better about myself, probably on account of getting 11 hours of sleep. While in the shower I decided that Izaya is a total creep still but I think most of it must be in my head, my anxiety. I was still uneasy about the murder but in a way it felt like I'd been avenged. I don't believe that death was a suitable punishment for any human being, even the very worst criminals but the rapist was part of a black market organization, which makes death an occupational hazard, especially in this area. It's not like anyone would come to your funeral either, if you were lucky enough to have one in the first place.

Walking to Izaya's apartment I bought a mocha latte, for once in my life I had the money to treat myself. The pay for this job wasn't bad at all despite the shaky start and creepy boss. I opened the door to his apartment and caught sight of him walking around on the phone with a document in his hands, he turned his head and stared at me, still walking around and giving occasional comments to his conversation. He subconsciously bit his lip and narrowed his eyes, making my pulse quicken. Did Izaya just look attractive? Almost sexy? He then went to retrieve another piece of paper from his desk and handing it to me. Another list of chores, I sighed. I noticed however that these weren't focused in the main room. I nodded silently and went to work and left him to talk on the phone.

The first thing on the list was to clean the bedrooms and change the sheets. I went to the spare bedroom first, only to find it unused so I did a little dusting and moved onto the second. This room I assumed to be Izaya's. I glanced at him before entering the room, only to see him still talking on the phone, he must be really busy today. I walked in and was surprised to see that it was a tip unlike the rest of the apartment, clothes were haphazardly chucked around and piled on the floor, the carpet looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in months and in some places I couldn't tell what colour it was. The drawers were overflowing with general crap and bits of envelope. I sighed and decided to gather all the clothes firstly and put them in the wash while I cleaned everything else. I found it interesting that most of Izaya's clothes were black and plain and thought maybe that it was a subconscious decision to only buy that colour. While sorting through the mountain of clothes while sat in front of the washing machine, I felt something in a pocket and pulled out a switchblade. For a while I just stared at it wide eyed. I thought it wise not to ask questions and placed it to the side. Not much later, I found another, and then another. This man had an abundance of blades in various shapes and sizes and I assumed that whatever work he did was dangerous. Maybe similar to that of the black market trade... and he used these blades for protection. I knew this was true when the 5th blade had dried blood on it. 

I couldn't deal with getting anxious today so I quickly sifted through the rest of the clothes and moved on, I cleaned the room and gutted out the useless pieces of paper and piled up the rest. I didn't read any of them, as tempting as it was. I was wiping down the windowsill when Izaya opened the door. He looks around quickly, shocked maybe? I started to explain that I moved all the paper but he crossed the room with startling speed towards me and held my shoulders gently but firmly, holding me in place. I dropped the cloth I was holding and I help my breath as he leant towards me and demanded with wide, serious eyes and questioned in a monotone voice, 

"Did you read any of the files?" it was more of a demand and I shook my head quickly, not moving my gaze from his. He continued to stare into my eyes, only a dozen inches away and I swallowed, feeling embarrassed that I'd gone bright red. He tensed the muscles in his jaw and moved away, releasing me and turning away.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. They're highly confidential, and it's dangerous to read them. There are things you'd never want to know written in those documents." He sighed. He looked around the room, observing the work I'd done. "Thank you, I know it was a big task, I should have warned you before about the papers." I was less startled now, and it seemed reasonable for him to react that way, I think, if I were him I may have acted more rashly myself. I asked if he'd like a drink and he said yes, running his hands through his hair. He looked stressed for once. I bought a coffee to his desk, gently settling it down as not to interrupt another call Izaya was in. I also went to retrieve the blades from his clothes, and wiped down the ones that needed it. I placed them neatly alongside his coffee, but he didn't look, so I just returned to his room to finish changing the sheets. I was exhausted by this point, cleaning the room had taken all day it was such a massive task. While attempting to hook the bed sheet over the corner of the mattress, the other end sprung away which happened a few times before I just lay there in failure. I wondered what Izaya was, in his career and in his personality. Either way you could never tell what he was thinking, his face was a mask that hid his dark secrets to well, that you'd not even notice he had secrets to begin with.