Did I Say You Could Speak?

12: Boss...

"Boss, what are we going to do now?" 

"Hm?" Izaya looked up from his computer. He was back in his normal home, the one outside of that city. He hadn't even noticed that Namie had been letting his workers in from Etnavs. 

"Well, we can't exactly get normal jobs."

"For one," Izaya pulled out a list from his desk. "The people here that are on this list are being asked to work for The Funtom Company. Phantomhive-san has also offered to take in anyone else who wishes to get a new job. I, however, will not be staying in Japan. I will be able to help you look for new jobs, of course, but then I'm off to America." 

"You're leaving?" 

"Don't look so sad," Izaya laughed. "None of you truly enjoyed working for me, I'm sure." 

"That's not true!" 

"Is that so? Humans never cease to amaze," Izaya rested his chin on his hand. "I don't suppose any of you know how to dance on a pole? I could use some strippers in my new venture. In the meantime, go to The Funtom Company." A number of people left after that. In another few minutes, all of them did. Izaya was back to sitting alone in his apartment. 

"You're moving?" Namie found that hard to believe. "No longer want to haunt people with your ways? You've got so many connections here." 

"I've got quite a bit of connections there too. You underestimate me, Namie-Chan," he snickered. 

"To say I've underestimated you is to imply that I've ever estimated you. I don't care an ounce about you or what you do, Orihara-san. But, I will need to search for a new job after all of this. I am not looking forward to that," she sighed. 

"Namie-Chan, do you know if same-sex marriage is legal anywhere yet?" Izaya swiveled his chair and looked out the window. 

"You're gay? That's hard to believe," Namie raised an eyebrow and placed a book back on the shelf. 

"Namie-Chan, I ran a highly illegal sex fantasy joint. I don't think anything is hard to believe when I'm involved. And, just because I'm asking you a question doesn't mean it's related to me. You're so one-dimensional." 

"When is the wedding? Don't invite me, please, I would hate to see you happy. It doesn't look good on you." 

Izaya sighed. He stood up, grabbed his coat, and decided to leave for a bit. Walking the streets was better than nothing. The chances of seeing anyone he knew were greatly decreased considering he wasn't in that city. Izaya sighed again. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked. 

"Orihara-san?" Masaomi waved. "I was on my way to check on you. But you came to me. What are you going to do now that your...endeavor...is burned to the ground?" 

"Everyone seems to be asking me that," Izaya sighed for the third time. "I'm going to America." 

"You're leaving?" Masaomi's mouth dropped. "But..." 

"But," Izaya grabbed Masaomi's hand and dragged him into the nearest alleyway. He pushed him up against the wall and allowed his hand to trail down Masaomi's hoodie. "I'm the only one that can satisfy you, isn't that right? Don't worry, Kida-kun," Izaya smiled, albeit sadistically, "I've told your little crush all about your problems. He is delighted to help you. So is Anri-Chan. They're both willing to..." Izaya put his hand underneath Masaomi's hoodie, pushing it upward, "enter an agreement." 

"W-what?" 

"There you are, Kida-kun, all of your problems are solved. Now, do me a favor, and leave me alone," Izaya took a step back and walked further down the dark alley. Masaomi, not wanting to risk going down there, walked the other way. He went back to his life of delusions thinking that he had felt nothing for Izaya at all. He was just a horny teenager. Yeah, that's right, Izaya was a strange fantasy. Maybe Izaya was just a figment of his imagination. Yeah. Of course. That's the truth of the matter. 

"I wonder where my heart is," Izaya pondered the thought. He had to go back to see that reincarnated boy...what was his name again? The realist. Didn't he go to some fancy school in the middle of nowhere? 

Do you really need a heart, Izaya-kun? A voice echoed inside his head. You've been living so nice without one for so long. Are you sure you're ready to face all of us? Another one said. Izaya shook his head. "The only thing I'm good at is running. I think it's time I stopped that silly habit of mine, don't you?" 

"IZAYA!!!" 

"On second thought," Izaya ran full speed ahead. What the fuck was Shizuo doing here? This wasn't even the right location. He ran and he ran, not sure why he was running, around and around like the good ol' days. Running away from the bartender look-a-like. No matter how hard he ran or where he ran to...Shizuo was on his A-game today. Izaya was losing his reserve strength. His back might start bleeding again at this rate. With one final jump, he grabbed a sign on the side of a building and stood on top of it. 

"Shizu-Chan," he caught his breath, "what brings you here?" 

"I-za-ya," Shizuo knelt down to get in a jumping position, "I'm going to get you this time you bastard." He jumped and grabbed the sign. Izaya kept his balance quite nicely as he watched the silly man try to climb up. Instead of helping him, he jumped off, and continued running. Shizuo frowned, ripping the sign off of the building, and continued to run. 

"Will you," Shizuo threw the sign in front of Izaya's path, "stop running," he growled, "for five minutes?!" 

Izaya stopped, pondered the idea, and geared up to keep running again. However, Shizuo was closer than he appeared, and wrapped his arms around him. "Why do you always run away?" Shizuo frowned. "Haven't we gotten past that?" 

"Oh, I don't know, Shizu-Chan, why do you always insist on throwing things at me?" Izaya shot a glare. 

"Fair enough, but will you at least talk to me for a few minutes?" Shizuo sighed. 

"Put me down first." 

"If I put you down will you run away again?" 

"No comment." 

Shizuo placed Izaya's feet back on the ground and grabbed his hand. "Now you can't leave." 

"What do you want to talk to me about?" 

"First of al-" 

Izaya kicked Shizuo behind the knee and watched as he knelt to the ground. He grabbed Shizuo's hair with his free hand and forced his head upward. "I like you better on your knees, Shizu-Chan. What did you want to talk to me about?" Shizuo's grasp on Izaya's hand was still firm. It didn't matter what tactics Izaya used. He was going to keep him here. Heads turned and people whispered. They were still outside, but Shizuo never let go. 

"I still want to marry you, Izaya." 

"You're a mad man, Shizu-Chan." 

"Will you let me come with you? To America...I still know a thing or two about bartending." 

"Are you going to keep asking me even if I say no? Will you let go of me if I say yes?" 

"I'm never going to let go of you, Izaya. Or stop chasing after you. I'll just move anyway search America until I find you."

"How romantic," Izaya rolled his eyes. "Just like a stalker." 

"Will you let me? Iza-sama," Shizuo snickered.