As soon as he got home, Izaya instantly logged into the Dollars Chat. He knew Namie was at Seiji's, so he got some alone time to think about this new event.
From the Dollars Chat, Izaya opened up another tab. He made a brand new document and immediately got lost in his thoughts.
But where should he start?
Well, he offered himself. I should start with what I know so far.
So, he typed:
ᑭEOᑭᒪE ᗯᕼO ᗩᖇE IᑎᐯOᒪᐯEᗪ:
.ᔕᕼIᑎᖇᗩ
.ᔕᕼIᘔᑌ-ᑕᕼᗩᑎ
.ᑎᗩᗰIE-ᔕᗩᑎ
ᗯᕼEᖇE TᕼEY ᗰEET:
ᔕᕼIᑎᖇᗩ'ᔕ ᑭᒪᗩᑕE
TᕼEᖇE ᗩᖇE ᗰOᖇE ᑭEOᑭᒪE IᑎᐯOᒪᐯEᗪ!
IT Iᔕ ᗩᗷOᑌT IᘔᗩYᗩ OᖇIᕼᗩᖇᗩ?
He had figured it was about him, due to the way everyone acted when Namie's cellphone rang. But he wasn't 100% sure.
When will there be another meeting? Is there a schedule? These thoughts swam around Izaya's head until a little ding interrupted him.
Bewildered, the raven returned to the first tab.
Right. The Dollars Chat was still open.
Someone had entered. Izaya quickly saved his document, then began his normal chat as Kanra.
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"Do you think he heard?" Anri whispered across the table at a very-stressed Shinra.
The doctor was face-palming. His head snapped up. "Of course he heard! That Namie idiot was screaming into her phone!"
"How much do you think he found out?"
"He is an informant, after all."
"Maybe Namie was so loud he couldn't understand."
Around him, everyone was buzzing about what had just happened.
But only one thing was on Shizuo's mind.
Just about 10 minutes ago, Shinra said they should use him as a trap to pain Izaya. But why? Why him? He hated to admit it, but he could barely slap a sign onto that flea.
Before Shinra could explain, Namie's phone had rung, and that whole fiasco had started. Now Namie was gone.
"Why me?" Shizuo asked suddenly from across the table.
Everybody snapped their mouths shut and stared at the blonde.
"What?" Shinra looked at him, too.
"Why did you choose me? There's a reason, right? You can't just randomly choose me to go hurt Izaya."
This remark made Shinra erupt into a grin. He shifted his glasses and leaned toward Shizuo's direction.
"Do you really wanna know?"
"YEAH!" Everybody else answered for him.
"Well, I just think that Izaya has feelings for you."
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OP M.I.F.P (Sequel to I'm Not As Evil As You)
FanfictionWhat's going on?! For one thing, Izaya Orihara, the Shinjuku Informant, actually isn't into it. Nearly everyone he knows is into some big thing that's extremely secretive, except Izaya. What was it? Something about him? And what happened to Shizuo H...
