"Hey Heiwajima-san..." He turns and faces me, "Can I call you Shizu-chan?"
Speechless, I stared at Izaya wide-eyed.
"S-Sure..." My voice was coarse.
"B-But what made you think of that name all of a sudden?" I asked.
"I'm not... sure," Izaya looks at the ground.
Of course he wouldn't know. My heart dropped.
"Shizu-chan... Shizu-chan, Shizu-chan, Shizu-chan," Izaya kept repeating my nickname over and over again.
"What are you doing?" I cover his mouth.
"Whenever I say Shizu-chan, it makes me feel happy in the inside. If I say it over a hundred times, would I find eternal happiness?" He looks at me with such a serious face.
I start to laugh and he just stares at me, waiting for a response.
"Sorry," I calm down, "I don't think you can find eternal happiness with my nickname, but if you really wanna be happy, then I'd be glad to help you," I tousle his hair.
Izaya stares at me without saying a word, his face then becomes redder and redder, "There's this warm fuzzy feeling inside me and I feel my face heating up, I must be... sick!"
"Idiot," I flick his forehead.
"Wha-Wha-What was that for?" His face becomes even redder.
"That sickness you've been talking about is called 'Emotions,' something you should have," I explain.
"Emotions huh? Did I just discover a new disease?! Oh, and don't come near me, you might catch it," Izaya starts moving to the other side of the bench.
"It's not an actual disease!" I confirm, "Emotions are your feelings," I try to describe it as clear as possible, "It's something that you feel inside, you get it?"
He ponders for a while and then looks at me.
Izaya scratches his head and smiles at me, "I must've sounded stupid huh?"
"It's ok, you're cute when you sound stupid, either way, you're cute all the time," I gave him a thumbs up.
"S-Shizu-chan!" He whines, "Are you sure this isn't a disease? My face feels hot again!"
I start to laugh.
This honest side of him isn't that bad.
I watched them from the distance. I couldn't hear them from this far, but it looks like they were discussing something silly.
Hmpf, play all you want Izaya, you're still mine. I'll show you that being imprisoned by me isn't that bad, first thing I have to do is frame Shizuo-san for some petty crime. Or maybe just play around with Izaya's feelings, either way, I couldn't care less. Izaya will always come back to me.
I grin at myself.
Hmm, now that I think about it, maybe I could toy around with Shizuo-san's feelings too. Hehehe, this is so fun thinking about it. Just imagine, seeing them look at me with a horrified look on their face. Ugh, I can't wait!
I decided to interrupt their little snack time.
"Ah Orihara-san! We need to test you right now, Shizuo-san you can be excused for today," I smile at them with such innocence.
"Oh really? Be good Izaya," Shizuo-san stands up and ruffles Izaya's hair.
Why doesn't Izaya look like that whenever I play with his hair? Whenever I do that, Izaya looks at me with utter disgust, but when Shizuo-san does it, he looks like the happiest child in the world. Am I doing something wrong?
I wave back at Shizuo-san as he went. I turn around at Izaya and I see him flinch.
"Izaya go to your room, we'll start your test," I grin.
He looks at the ground and quietly says, "O-Ok..."
I sigh, "Isn't that a bit too quiet Izaaaaya?!" I ask him, while I gritted my teeth.
"Sorry, I'll be going now," Izaya quickly passes me.
I follow behind, but then an employee stops me.
"Ah! Where's Heiwajima? I just saw Izaya-san going into his room without Heiwajima," the female asks.
"Oh, I'm taking Orihara-san to do some testing, so I had him excused for today," I tell her.
"I see, makes sense, see you later," she goes off.
Makes sense? What was that supposed to mean?! Are you accusing me of something? That bitch!
I make my way to Izaya's room, "Izaaaaaaaayaaa," I say in amusement as I opened his door.
Izaya looks at me with a revolting face.
Heh, can't blame that little brat.
"Hey, did you know that these wall are soundproof?" I knocked on the walls to show an example, "And if we put the blinds down low it'll be perfect. So you can scream as loud as you want for today," I caressed his cheek.
I close the blinds and look at him, "Take off your shirt," I commanded.
He follows my orders and I see his bandages and scars. I unravel his bandages around his stomach area.
"What are you-"
"Watching you being all smiles and friendly towards Shizuo-san makes me pissed, this is your punishment," I inspect his almost recovered wound.
I take out a scalpel from my pocket and poked the wound lightly, "How about we try and re-open one of your wounds, sounds like a plan, right?"
"M-Mr K! Why are you doing this?" Izaya asks me straight in the eye.
"Probably because it's fun, you should be grateful I chose you. Isn't it great to be treated differently from the rest? Wait, you're a monster, so I guess you're used to being treated like this."
"That's the different me! I-I'm not like that anymore!"
"Ehhh? Really? Say what you want, but that Izaya and the Izaya you are right now are the same, you just don't want to admit it. But believe me, considering the way you are right now, that half is going to consume your whole body up. You're helpless if you continue like this."
"Blah, blah, blah. But it's true. Now, shall we start?" I smile.
"Izaya," I knock on his door, "I have some cookies for you today."
There was no response.
I open the door and I see him under his covers. That's weird, by now he should be awake, especially since it's almost noon.
"Izaya?" I carefully shake him.
He starts to move and he pulls off his blanket.
"You're still in pajama's, do you want me to help you change?" I ask.
"N-No, it's ok, I feel like eating inside for today," Izaya gets off his bed.
I go to his desk and open the box full of cookies, "Are you sure you should be eating this right now?"
"Of course, sweets are my life," he walks over.
Suddenly, Izaya sways back and forth and drops to the ground.
"Izaya!" I scream in terror and kneel down to support him, almost making the box of cookies fall over.
I see Izaya clutching his stomach, "What happened?!"
"Sorry- Shizu-chan... but I'm... actually... pretty hungry, I feel like getting a strawberry parfait as we walk down the beach at sunset," Izaya tells me with a straight face.
"Talk about impossible," I helped Izaya get back on his feet, "The only thing I can promise you is the strawberry parfait though."
"Great, deliver it to me by tomorrow," he orders.
"You really don't joke about sweets don't you?" I sigh in defeat.
Sorry Shizu-chan, the truth is, my wound on the stomach recently opened, I actually don't feel like eating anything today. In fact, I didn't wanna wake up at all today. I guess I can't tell you anything about what happened yesterday. I want to ask you for help, but I'm too afraid. To be honest, I'm not sure what I'm afraid of. I guess Mr. K. is right, I really am beyond helpless.