Izaya, t-there's something wrong with that child...
I was starting my new job at an asylum today. Tom-san said it would be good for me. Ever since I got fired from being a bartender, Tom-san just keeps on giving me application forms for different jobs. I still work as a bodyguard for him though, but he told me to find a job to fill up my free time.
The applications just kept on piling at one point so I just chose a random one from the batch and filled it out. Apparently, I just happened to choose to be a ward for some patient at an asylum. Great, taking care of someone isn't exactly one of my strengths. Let's just see who I'll get paired up with.
I awkwardly open the entrance door to the asylum, inside I see workers and patients, both got along quiet well. A guy that looked like he was in his late 50's came up to me and greeted me.
"Hello!" He said in a cheery voice.
"Are you the director- er boss or something like that?" I tilted my head.
He gave a lighthearted chuckle, "Yes I am, you can call me Mr. K, and you must be Heiwajima Shizuo."
I nodded my head in approval.
"Well come this way, I'll show you to the interview room," Mr K. lead me to a door.
We go inside and I take my sunglasses off. I sat on an orange plastic chair. Mr K. passed by a desk and sat on a much comfier looking chair. He leaned on the chair, crossed his legs and linked his hands together.
"Can you tell me little about yourself?" He questioned.
"I am Heiwajima Shizuo, you can call me whatever, I have superhuman strength. I have a younger brother who works as an actor, but is incapable of human emotions. I work as a bodyguard for a tax collector, but I used to work as a bartender before."
"And why did you want to work here?"
"I didn't, I just happened to picked to work in an asylum by chance."
"Well to me, this is faith."
"I think I have just the right person you can take care of!"
Mr. K sat up straighter and struggled to reach a file cabinet. I don't blame him, he was a foot and a half shorter than me, and from the looks of it, he doesn't do too much exercise. He finally opens it and takes a file out. He lays it flat on the desk and opens it, the file was overfilled with massive amounts of paper. Each paper either had stuff highlighted or had a sticky note on, or both. From the top right corner, a picture held by a paperclip was attached there.
"This is Orihara Izaya," Mr. K pointed at the picture, "From what I read from your application form I think he's the same age as you."
I examined the picture, this guy had raven black hair and very light skin. His eyes were sharp, but he smiled smugly in the picture.
"As you can tell, he's quite a problem," Mr. K spread his arms out and shrugged.
"Uhh yeah," I responded.
"You see, Orihara-san started killing at a young age," he sighs with a distressed face.
I panicked a little, well, maybe a lot. Was I supposed to be taking care of a murderer?
"Dont worry though, he hasn't suffered from abuse or anything," he assured me.
Was that supposed to make me feel better? I just wanted to know if I'd be safe if I worked with him, well considering the fact that I have survived every injury I've taken in as a child, it won't make a big difference. But it'd be a pain to come home and treat the cuts and scars if Orihara-san were to injure me.
"Go on," I tell Mr. K.
"Well there's someone close with Orihara-san and his name is Shinra-san, he's the one responsible for putting Orihara-san in an asylum."
"Ok," I hesitantly said.
"I'll just give you a bit more background information on Orihara-san. He has a personality of a 5 year old, but when it came to killing, he'd turn as a different person. He'd remove unnecessary emotions to make killing easier for him. But he's actually very intellect, we took him in at age 9 and we gave him classes to attend at the asylum. He's always scored 100% on everything, or above, it isn't even logical to score more that 100%, but that's how intelligent he was."
"Can you tell me anything about how he acts with other people?"
"He's always a calm and happy person, but Orihara-san made his other supervisors uncomfortable because he had a strange aura radiate from him. His aura felt like he always had murderous intention, that's why he chased away his supervisors. There are times when Orihara-san just breaks down, whenever that happens we have a very strict way on how we handle it and we make sure no one gets hurt. It's just, something switches off in his brain, making him change his way if thinking. And when that happens, to him, he thinks that the way to live in this world is kill to survive or survive to kill, either way he hurts a living thing, and he hurts himself too. To be honest, I think he always has that part of him inside his brain somewhere, but never fully shows it when he isn't in his breaking down state."
"So why would you want me to take care of him?"
"Because you have a completely different personality from him, I guess opposites attract and maybe you can..." Mr. K's voice trails off.
"Maybe I can what?"
"Orihara-san doesn't particularly care if he's put in an asylum or not, just as long as he keeps sane. We make sure not to let him run his mind off and be able to insanely kill people like madmen. So I thought maybe you can help us keep him in a reasonable state or even cure him," he explains.
"Well," I stand up, "Can I meet him?"
"Are you willing to do the job?"
"Yeah, I'm down with that," I agree without thinking twice on what kind of shit I was getting into.
Mr. K shines with relief and quickly motions me to the door so I can meet him. We passed the halls and walked to a door that had the number 13 nailed onto. Mr. K cautiously turns the knob and the door creaks open.
"O-Orihara-san?" He nervously whispers.
"Yeah?" someone says from inside the room.
The room was practically empty, just a bed on the side and a desk on the corner, there was also a window in front of the desk. I see Orihara-san kicking his legs under his desk, his back turned away from us.
"What are you doing?" Mr. K asks as we walked inside.
"I just found a butterfly roaming around outside so I opened my window and caught it, right now I'm dissecting it," he excitedly says.
We loom over his shoulder and I see an already dead butterfly pinned on the desk, Orihara-san's fingers were stained with blood. I see him tinkering inside the butterfly's body a bit more with a scalpel.
"Where did you get that?" Mr. K asks.
"From the nurse's room," Orihara-san says without looking at us.
"I told you not to get things such as scalpels from there without permission," Mr K. chastises.
"Alright," Orihara-san sighs.
"Well wash up now because I have a new supervisor you're assigned to," Mr. K points out.
Orihara-san turns around and his eyes widen with joy.
"This is Heiwajima Shizuo, treat him nicely," Mr. K introduces me.
I studied his taste of clothing, he wore a light grey long-sleeve with black sweats and dark grey socks. Orihara-san sprints out of the door without saying anything.
"He's just going to the washroom," Mr. K informs, "Well. I'll give you guys some space."
Mr. K walks out and I see Orihara-san dash back inside, closing the door. He holds my arm and pulls me to the middle of the room.
Orihara-san points to the floor, "Sit!"
"I said sit dammit!" he ordered me.
Putting my hands up in surrender I sit on the floor, just like he said, he jumps on his bed and observes me from that view.
"Hmmm..." Orihara-san scratched his chin.
I confusingly look at him. What is he trying to do?
"Sh-Shi-Shi- Ah! I got it! It'll be Shizu!" He grins.
"Eh?" I annoyingly tilted my head.
"Shizu-chan! Your new nickname!" He beams at the new founded name.
"So then, what do I call you?" I unenthusiastically slouched.
"Easy," he smirked and pointed at himself, "Just call me Izaya."