Izaya has been planning to leave Tokyo, and Shinra sends Shizuo to investigate. An arranged marriage, murder and suicide. These are the things that await him when he comes face-to-face with the Orihara family.
Sunny Ikubukuro district, Tokyo. Quiet and tranquil. But there's a problem. The problem? It was Quiet and tranquil. Usually, around this time of day, you could hear the screams of Hewajima Shizuo, the beast of Ikebukuro, and see the vending machines flying through the skies.
However, it was silent. Only the usual hustle and bustle you'd expect in a city. But, where was the beast of Ikebukuro?
At a certain underground doctor's house, getting asked the impossible.
"No way in hell." He growled from his spot on the couch. Shinra put his hands together and knelled in front of the debt-collector.
"Please, Shizuo! This is the only thing I will ever ask you to do!" He pleaded, his girlfriend, Celty, shook her 'head' at him.
"No use, I won't do it."
"All I ask is that you watch over him. You don't need to talk with him. I'll even pay all the travel and logging expenses!" Mock tears flooded Shinra's eyes and he grabbed Shizuo's pant leg, only to be roughly kicked off.
"Do you realize what you're asking? I'll never agree to spend more time with him than I have to." He got up from the black leather couch and walked towards the door, only to be stopped by Celty's gloved hand.
"What if he's plotting something?" Her PDA read.
By now, you probably already guessed, but by 'him' they all mean none other than the one-and-only, notorious, information broker, Orihara Izaya.
Shizuo growled lowly. His fist clenched, crushing the cigarette he was about to light. There was a long anxious silence. Shinra stared the debt-collector with pleading eyes and Celty just look to him, telling him without words that he really didn't have much of a choice.
A low sigh and Shizuo grumbled an agreement. Shinra exploded with delight, going on a rambling rampage of 'thank you's.
"Why do I feel like I've just made the worst decision of my life?"
Should I write more? Or not?