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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 2:34 pm
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(( Kick him. ;P It's easier. ))
The instant Izaya Orihara was told by the medical staff that he could abandon his wheelchair, he accepted the crutch offered to him in exchange and hightailed it out of the base. He was so sick and tired of being stuck indoors over the past several weeks, knowing full well he couldn't go very far anywhere without someone else supervising and pushing his wheelchair around. This meant that pretty much anywhere off-base was off limits.
Until the day he was told his arm was healed enough. Enough to shed the infernal cast his thoughtful teammates had written all over just to spite him and hold onto crutches instead. With both arms to use and two crutches to support him, he could now move around fairly well on his own until his broken leg had completely healed as well. He wouldn't have to be subject to any more of the other Rockets' marker abuse now that he could escape without anyone else to aid him.
He needed fresh air. Well, as fresh as city air could get, anyway. Orihara wore his ankle-length winter coat for the occasion, trimmed with fur like his trademark parkas. The informer missed his frequent visits to Camphoreon greatly and hadn't entered the city since before the last mission against Galactic. It would be nice...a step forward in things returning back to normal. All he had to do was ignore the fact that he was still somewhat handicapped.
Damn, I hope Shizu-chan doesn't happen to be around today... he thought silently as he took in the sights. The man figured the bartender was off with his new trainer friends, maybe having play battles with their precious pokemon. It would have been so humiliating to have his rival see him this vulnerable. Fatal, even. Izaya paused in his stride, suddenly aware of the very real danger he had just put himself in thanks to his desperation for freedom. Somehow Shizuo always seemed to have some animal instinct that homed in on his rival when the grunt crossed over into the city's borders. Somehow he always knew where to find him, no matter where he was.
"Tch. What are the chances he could find me this one afternoon?" the crimson-eyed man wondered aloud, stopping to rest on a park bench in front of a fountain. "He has other things to do with other people now and places to be. It's the season for holidays. Likely he'll spend it with his new friends and maybe his beloved brother." Though the informer spoke under his clouds of breath with a mocking smile, his tone hinted at bitterness. It wasn't as though he had friends or family to spend it with, which was why he was out here in the cold in the first place.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 4:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:55 pm
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(( <3 ))
"Eh...?" With the strange feeling of being watched, Izaya turned his head as he leaned it against the back of the bench, pin-pointing the familiar face amongst the crowds in seconds. "Hahahaha...!" He giggled weakly to himself, touching the stab wound in his side that had only recently healed itself. "Kuso...looks like I managed to jinx myself."
The idea of getting up and running crossed the informant's mind, but he immediately thought better of it. He had already been spotted, and there was no way he would be able to get away with his current condition. With a heavy sigh, he smiled and closed his eyes, resigning himself to his fate and mercy at the hands of his hated rival. Though he waited to be yelled at, however, it never came.
Orihara almost thought Shizuo had passed him before he opened his eyes and saw the bartender standing over him. His mouth broke into a huge smile. "Shizu-chaaaan! Fancy meeting you here. Going gift-shopping for your new pals?" he asked, continuing on like nothing was wrong. At the back of his mind, though, he warned himself not to push too much of the bodygaurd's buttons, tempting as it was. He was in no position to anger the man.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 8:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 6:46 am
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"Ahhh...? Shizu-chan actually wants to know about my business?" the info broker asked in mock surprise. Of course the man would ask. Even if it was his most hated enemy, curiosity usually won over most other feelings. "Hmm, maybe I should charge for giving away some of my private information." Warning - do not wave a flag in the bull's face when you have a broken leg.
Izaya sighed, still keeping his weary smile as he looked away, not wanting to see Shizuo's face while he spoke of his own injuries. "Maybe," he chuckled. "A young lady took the full brunt of it, though, so I wouldn't exactly call it karma."
He didn't mention that said 'young lady' had protected him while doing so, nor the full circumstances of what had happened. If Asch didn't believe him, then there was no way Shizuo would have. Izaya didn't blame them; after all, he still had trouble believing it himself.
It was funny, though, thinking about karma... Perhaps Aila would have deemed it as such, having taken the life of the younger Aila prior to her own death. Both had died so young...and so needlessly. It made Orihara's grip tighten around his crutches as he glared at the sidewalk under his feet.
"So!" he started up again, beaming brighter than ever when he looked back at Shizuo's face. "Shall we get this over with, or what?" Perhaps Asch had been willing to spare him for Aila's sake, but Shizuo wasn't likely to hold back, even if he wanted to. In the end it didn't matter to Izaya, though, because a good beating was exactly what he felt like he deserved in all honesty.
After all that pretending that Aila and her death didn't matter to him and making up all those lies about how it was her stupidity that was to blame instead of himself... Orihara's guilt was starting to weigh down on him heavier than his restricting casts.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 9:48 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 7:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 9:16 am
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"Take what? The usual punch you didn't throw? The familiar yelling you've yet to bellow?" the informant grumbled. "You're the one who messed up our routine, not me." Though silently, Izaya disagreed. The flea Shizuo knew wouldn't have just stood there and taken it - he would have run. Run, jumped, skipped, leaped - anything to escape the ex-bartender. But those were all things he couldn't do just now and he wasn't about to admit it.
The shorter man felt Shizuo's smirk rather than saw it. His crimson eyes narrowed as he forced his gaze dead ahead, determined not to look at the unwanted accompaniment at his side. Why did Shizuo have to be so...so moral? It wasn't any fun to taunt him when he knew there would be no consequences. He was almost positive Shizuo wouldn't hit him in this state. Izaya wondered if it was even possible for him to get angry with a handicapped person; even his mortal enemy. It was like an injured mouse trying to taunt a sympathetic cat. He would just seem all the more pathetic if he tried.
As if having read Shizuo's mind, Izaya commented on a similar train of thought. "Don't you start pitying me or empathizing or any nonsense like that. I was nothing like you when you hurt yourself as a stupid kid. I'm not self-destructive like you."
He changed direction to head toward a weapon shop. He needed to buy a new blade, after all. A weapon shop was bound to provoke the bodyguard in some manner, as Izaya knew very well the man hated violence. If he didn't comment on them, at the very least Izaya hoped he would stop following him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 8:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:59 pm
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At the other man's retort, Izaya flinched. Hadn't seen that one coming; especially not from the usually-dense Shizuo. How did that monster see through him so easily?! Next he was going to piece together why Izaya felt self-destructive at the moment if the grunt wasn't careful.
Glancing over his shoulder, he feigned his usual smile. "It's not self-destructive if it's me. After all, how many times have I pissed you off and gotten away with it? I'm a survivor. That, unfortunately, is something we sadly have in common." No matter what Shizuo's self-destructive tendencies were, it was a miracle, but the man refused to die. It was infuriating.
Upon selecting a knife, he asked the store owner to see it before glancing back and noticing the ex-bartender taking out a cigarette. As the tall blonde lit it, Izaya hobbled over in disgust. "What are you doing? Put that out! You'll stink up the whole area!" His hand left one of his crutches to snatch the cancer stick from the bodyguard. As he did so, however, he wobbled, threatening to fall over with only one crutch to support him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 3:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 3:58 pm
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"Sure you will," the informant replied, rolling his eyes with a careless gesture. "You had the chance just now and you ignored it. You're hopeless. Oi!"
When Shizuo caught him by the shoulder, the Rocket's eyes widened, imagining how the situation must have looked to a random passerby. There he was, with one crutch, being held at length by a much taller man who was playing keep-away with his cigarette. It must have appeared like a playground bully scene.
Pushing away in repulsion, Izaya brushed away Shizuo's hand. "Don't touch me with those filthy hands," he snarled like a wounded dog. He would have preferred to fall than have had Shizuo have to catch him. The fact made his face grow warmer than ever. He strode back into the store to finish making his purchase before returning outside. At least now he didn't feel completely helpless.
"Just what are you doing hanging around here by yourself in the first place anyway?" the informant asked irritably. "Shouldn't you be with your friends, especially around this time of year? Shopping for gifts, perhaps, or at least guarding Izumi-chan? That's what you get paid for, isn't it?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 5:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 6:56 pm
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