(Spoilers for Ketsu and a little of SH. I'm tired of saying this all the time.)
It was a peaceful day. The afternoon sun piercing through, none of their clients refused to pay up, and no violence was used.
"Hey, Tom-san, I want to talk about something." Shizuo said out of the blue. Usually they head over the their office first to give their reports and money, but Tom agreed, since this sudden request didn't fit Shizuo.
"Yeah sure. There's a cafe right around the corner, we can talk there." Tom answered.
Ikebukuro quieted down a lot, ever since Izaya got badly injured and went to someplace unknown. Colour gangs also disappeared, and other than the headless rider and Shizuo himself, for once, Ikebukuro felt like a normal town, instead of one filled with mystery and wonder.
They settled down in a booth, ordered some food.
"So, what is it you wanted to talk about?"
Shizuo sat there, delivering a forkful of pancake with a gallon of syrup poured on top to his mouth. Who knew the monster of Ikebukuro had such a sweet tooth?
Shizuo took his phone out from his pocket, typed in a few things, and showed it to Tom.
"It's the flea. I thought he was gone for good, but he started texting me weird things."
Tom took Shizuo's phone and inspected carefully.
"Shizu-chan"
"I want to meet up"
"I promise no stabbing"
"Seriously"
"Come"
"7 at West gate park"
"Tonight"
"We need to talk"
"Truce, please"
"No tricks, just come"
Then the barrage of texts ended. It doesn't seem like Izaya to beg Shizuo to come meet up with him. But then again, it seemed sincere. Like, something was actually wrong.
"I don't know, it seems out of character, but it sounds pretty important. You should probably go." Tom handed the phone back to Shizuo and checked the time.
"It's already six forty five, if you want to go you should make it quick."
Shizuo finished the last of of the pancakes and wiped his mouth. That damn flea...who knows what he's up to.
"I'm going. Excuse me now, Tom-san." He said simply and exited the cafe.
As he approached the park, he looked around, checking for possible gangs or ambushes. There was no way the flea wasn't planning something. He hung around the entrance and looked at the time. It was perfect. He wasn't the type to sneak around, that was the flea's thing, but Izaya had to be up to something, and in his absence, he was only looking for the right opportunity.
Shizuo peered around the corner, and behold, Izaya in a wheelchair, waiting for Shizuo to show up. As time passed, Izaya progressively got more and more anxious. Looking around, asking strangers, either he was a really good actor, or it was serious.
Suddenly, Shizuo's phone went off. Izaya was texting him.
"Shizu-chan?"
"I know you read this"
"Don't leave me on read"
"Please"
