A Fool's Errand 8/?
anonymous
May 28 2010, 23:21:36 UTC
The ticking clock made Izaya only more aware of the emptiness of the apartment. Izaya glanced at the door to Shizuo’s bedroom for the umpteenth time, as if he was expecting the blond bartender(?) to suddenly appear with something for him to do.
Another half hour passed, and Izaya was tired of waiting. He was completely bored, and he didn’t want to stay in the apartment for the rest of the night twiddling his thumbs.
The door made a soft click as Izaya left the apartment; the place dark and serene as if no one had been home.
Izaya took a tentative step down the stairs, wondering what he should do now that he was out. After contemplating as he walked around, he decided to go to his own apartment. Though he hated the thought of having to go to the large empty apartment he vaguely remembered, it was better than having to stay with an unstable blond brute.
The neon lights flashing around him was enough to give him a headache. Why had he decided to live in this city anyways? Perhaps he had liked the busyness of the streets; the feeling that the town was alive. Or maybe he liked all the buildings, maybe he had lived as a city boy all his life, maybe-
A large growl erupted from his stomach, interrupting his train of thought. Right, he had forgotten about eating.
His ears perked up when he heard a friendly voice say, “Welcome, welcome!” at a distance. He followed it, assuming that it would lead to a relatively cheap restaurant.
The restaurant he found had a tall man adorned in clothes that would be found in a sushi restaurant, and that tall man was handing out flyers while saying welcome in an overly friendly voice. Though he appeared to be one of those big softies, Izaya felt somewhat intimidated as he approached the man.
“Oh! Izaya! Would you like sushi today?”
Izaya’s eyes widened slightly as he looked up at the giant before him. He stuffed his hands into his pockets while nodding slowly. “Yes…” he muttered, looking away.
“Hmm?”
Izaya felt a shiver up his spine as he felt Simon bend down to examine him.
“Something wrong,” then in a foreign language, “what have you done now?”
The brunet stared up at the man in surprise. Russian was his native tongue, that’s why his Japanese sounded simplistic.
In a language he hadn’t realized he could speak until now, he responded, “I’m just feeling under the weather. Think nothing of it.”
Despite having said that, Izaya could feel the other man’s hard gaze on him. He was just about to leave when a shrill voice called out.
“IZA-IZA!”
A girl in a black dress and matching hat dashed up to him and grabbed his arm while giggling widly. “Hey! What’cha doing?”
“Um…I was going get some dinner…”
“Ah! Sushi, of course! Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go, I’ll get you fatty tuna, my treat~”
Without waiting for Izaya to respond, she dragged him in and plopped immediately into a seat at the counter. True to her word, she ordered fatty tuna for Izaya and an assortment of sashimi for herself.
“Thank you…um…”
“Eh? You forgot my name already? It’s Erika! E-ri-ka!”
“Y-yes. Thank you, Erika-chan.”
“So, Iza-Iza, how’s things with Shizu-chan?”
Izaya almost choked on his fatty tuna. “Sh-Shizu-chan?”
“Yes, Shizu-chan! Now don’t get all tsundere on me and go, ‘Shizu-chan? I hate Shizu-chan!’ I know all that. You guys are so much like Mukuro and Hibari, like, whoa! So don‘t tell me I don‘t understand. I want to know what’s actually going on!”
Izaya was confused, beyond confused. Why did he know so many strange people? First a headless woman and some kind of doctor, though they were nice, then some violent blond bartender, then a Russian giant, and now some otaku girl who gets excited when asking about Shizuo?
Izaya buried his head in his hands. When will this madness end?
Another half hour passed, and Izaya was tired of waiting. He was completely bored, and he didn’t want to stay in the apartment for the rest of the night twiddling his thumbs.
The door made a soft click as Izaya left the apartment; the place dark and serene as if no one had been home.
Izaya took a tentative step down the stairs, wondering what he should do now that he was out. After contemplating as he walked around, he decided to go to his own apartment. Though he hated the thought of having to go to the large empty apartment he vaguely remembered, it was better than having to stay with an unstable blond brute.
The neon lights flashing around him was enough to give him a headache. Why had he decided to live in this city anyways? Perhaps he had liked the busyness of the streets; the feeling that the town was alive. Or maybe he liked all the buildings, maybe he had lived as a city boy all his life, maybe-
A large growl erupted from his stomach, interrupting his train of thought. Right, he had forgotten about eating.
His ears perked up when he heard a friendly voice say, “Welcome, welcome!” at a distance. He followed it, assuming that it would lead to a relatively cheap restaurant.
The restaurant he found had a tall man adorned in clothes that would be found in a sushi restaurant, and that tall man was handing out flyers while saying welcome in an overly friendly voice. Though he appeared to be one of those big softies, Izaya felt somewhat intimidated as he approached the man.
“Oh! Izaya! Would you like sushi today?”
Izaya’s eyes widened slightly as he looked up at the giant before him. He stuffed his hands into his pockets while nodding slowly. “Yes…” he muttered, looking away.
“Hmm?”
Izaya felt a shiver up his spine as he felt Simon bend down to examine him.
“Something wrong,” then in a foreign language, “what have you done now?”
The brunet stared up at the man in surprise. Russian was his native tongue, that’s why his Japanese sounded simplistic.
In a language he hadn’t realized he could speak until now, he responded, “I’m just feeling under the weather. Think nothing of it.”
Despite having said that, Izaya could feel the other man’s hard gaze on him. He was just about to leave when a shrill voice called out.
“IZA-IZA!”
A girl in a black dress and matching hat dashed up to him and grabbed his arm while giggling widly. “Hey! What’cha doing?”
“Um…I was going get some dinner…”
“Ah! Sushi, of course! Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go, I’ll get you fatty tuna, my treat~”
Without waiting for Izaya to respond, she dragged him in and plopped immediately into a seat at the counter. True to her word, she ordered fatty tuna for Izaya and an assortment of sashimi for herself.
“Thank you…um…”
“Eh? You forgot my name already? It’s Erika! E-ri-ka!”
“Y-yes. Thank you, Erika-chan.”
“So, Iza-Iza, how’s things with Shizu-chan?”
Izaya almost choked on his fatty tuna. “Sh-Shizu-chan?”
“Yes, Shizu-chan! Now don’t get all tsundere on me and go, ‘Shizu-chan? I hate Shizu-chan!’ I know all that. You guys are so much like Mukuro and Hibari, like, whoa! So don‘t tell me I don‘t understand. I want to know what’s actually going on!”
Izaya was confused, beyond confused. Why did he know so many strange people? First a headless woman and some kind of doctor, though they were nice, then some violent blond bartender, then a Russian giant, and now some otaku girl who gets excited when asking about Shizuo?
Izaya buried his head in his hands. When will this madness end?
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