Chapter Fifteen: Aoba:
This is just humiliating. How the hell did I end up working for that asshole? Izaya looks down at me with that smug look on his face. I want to punch him so badly. That wouldn’t make much of a difference though, would it?
I have to get up on Saturdays and Sundays and head over to Izaya’s apartment in Shinjuku. He will email me a list of things to do. Heh, is he too good to talk to me on the phone? At least he gave me a key to get in. How did it come to this?
I unlocked the door and went inside. There was no one inside. Typical. He’s lucky that I am “dating” his sister. (I still can’t get over the fact that Kururi is my girlfriend.) Speaking of which, I don’t like what she is planning to do with Chiyomi. I shouldn’t care, but this isn’t the Kururi that I know. She’s turned into a monster. She’s even worse than Izaya.
I shuddered thinking about it.
I still don’t have a way to get Mairu back. I can’t find anyone who remembers her at all. Sometimes, I think that I see her around Ikebukuro. But then, it turns out to be someone else. Kururi’s so-called “friends” keep making jokes about it. I wish I can at least find one person who still remembers Mairu.
What do I have to do today? I looked at the text that Izaya sent me. Just the same old things that I did last weekend. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes, I think he just gives me pointless tasks to annoy me. But, I do get a little bit of money out of it. It’s not that much though. Why does that asshole have to be so cheap? Whatever.
I was about to walk over to Izaya’s computer when my phone rang.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Good morning!” Izaya said over the phone in a voice that made me want to scream. “Have you made it inside yet?” I rolled my eyes. What, is going to start checking up on me now?
“Yes,” I groaned. “I am inside.”
“Good, listen closely to me,” he said. “I will be going away for a little while.”
“Like on vacation?” I asked.
“No,” he said. The way Izaya said that caught my attention.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I can’t tell you,” he said. “You don’t need to know. I will send you a list of instructions you need to do for the next few weeks. I will have someone to cover your payments.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“I will talk about it later,” Izaya said. He hung up before I could ask any more questions. Okay, that was weird. And rather annoying. I shoved my phone back into my pocket and got to work.
Three weeks later, I didn’t hear from Izaya. I asked Kururi if he was okay and she said that she didn’t know.
I do not have a good feeling about this.