OP M.I.F.P (Sequel to I'm Not As Evil As You)

One Week Later

It had been a full week since that event happened.

Shizuo had totally kicked Shinra's butt to dust, while Izaya just stood there, flustered.

Now, a week later, Izaya hated thinking about it. He was sure Shizuo was drunk that day, and some drunks do some weird things. Besides, Shizuo wasn't talking to Izaya nowadays either, so maybe, just maybe, he had forgotten about it after that horrible hangover.

On the bright side, Shinra paid him for everything!

"You're not seeing him that much," A voice snapped the informant out of his thoughts. "You just stay locked up in here. What happened?"
It was Namie. She didn't even try putting any effort to sound interested in her question.

Izaya glared. "Oh, you know, I'm busy, and I don't have much time for Shizu-chan."

"Oh really?" Namie didn't look up from the newspapers she was sorting. "What're you so busy with?"

"... Tracking down Seiji for you, of course," Izaya answered as he opened up his laptop and pretended to type.

Namie instantly forgot her newspapers and ran over to Izaya, peering to the laptop over his shoulder. "Where is he?! Is he with that Mika idiot?!" Her voice started to hiss and seethe.

"Whoa, whoa! Somebody's jealous!" Izaya sang as he smirked.

The next thing he knew, Namie had left, trying to leave him with a slap mark, but, of course, she had missed.

Izaya was now bored. And everyone knew how dangerous that could be.

He logged into the Dollars Chat to try to pass time, but it seemed as though misfortune was on his side. Literally nobody was on.

Kanra: Hmm? No one is here?! That's odd. Where did everyone go?!
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Well, I'll tell you where everyone went. To Shinra's, that's where.

Shinra had sent out invitations to Shizuo Heiwajima, Namie Yagiri, Mikado Ryugamine, Kida Masaomi, Anri Sonohara, Tom Tanaka, Kyohei Kadota, Erika Karisawa, Walker Yumasaki, Togusa Saburo, and even Chikage Rokujo to come over to his house right at this moment. The best thing for Shinra was, they had all agreed to come.

Shizuo was first to arrive. "What am I here for?" He grumbled as he shut the door behind him.

Shinra grinned. "Here!" He said, escorting Shizuo to a long table filled with chairs. Shizuo sat. "Would you like anything to eat, Shizuo?"

"Yeah. Some milk sounds good."

"No, I said something to eat, Shizuo. You can be so deaf, sometimes!" Shinra laughed.

Shizuo stood up.

"I WAS JUST JOKING!! I'LL GET YOUR MILK FOR YOU RIGHT AWAY!!" With that Shinra ran off.

Shizuo snickered and sat back down. He noticed the neat, tiny pile of papers stacked on the table. As Celty walked in with his milk, she typed, "Hello, Shizuo."

"Hey, what are these for?" Shizuo replied.

"I literally have no idea."

As Celty left, Shizuo began to think.
He invited more people?!

Shizuo immediately picked up a paper from the pile. He examined it. In Shinra's handwriting, it read:

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