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“Fuuuck..” Shizuo muttered. He had drunk way too many cans of alcohol last night and now he was kneeling, head deep inside the toilet bowl, throwing up every last drop of alcohol while regretting every decision he had made last night.
“I have work today,” he groaned. Why was he doing this to himself again? It was 3:56 AM and the man was tired. Shizuo didn't even like alcohol. In fact, he despised the beverage of its very being.
Alcohol was bitter, extremely nauseating. It wasn't at all like cigarettes. Cigarettes were sweet, and convenient. But somehow he had surprisingly found a way to add alcohol to his ongoing list of vices.
Shizuo thought it would be a good idea to drink alcohol to atone for what he had done to a certain info-broker. He’d almost killed Izaya that day and now he was most definitely gonna pay for it by somehow dying of alcohol poisoning. It may not be an apology, but the flea would most definitely want him dead. I mean what else should he do? Even if he tried to track down Orihara, he probably wouldn't have enough money to actually get to him, despite his guilt.
Shizuo continued to gag out of the toilet before he heard a recognizable tune. His ringtone. It was extremely late, who could have possibly been calling him at this time?
Shizuo scrunched his face as he opened his flip phone to see the name “Shinra.” It honestly wasn't surprising that the doctor was calling this late, but it did piss Shizuo off a good amount. “Shinra? What the hell does he want?” He rasped out as he attempted to click the answer button, bracing himself for whatever nonsense that psychotic doctor had to tell him.
“Good morning, Shizuo! Sorry for calling you this late, I have super exciting news!” Shinra said, eccentrically. It creeped Shizuo out. The way the creepy obsessive doctor sounded so happy when it was super early in the morning.
“What do you want, Shinra? It's 4 in the morning and you’ve already managed to piss me off.” Shizuo said, still kneeling over the toilet, pinching his forehead and trying to resist banging his head against the toilet seat and maybe consider dying of blood loss.
“This better be worth my damn..” He felt a shiver up his spine as he felt another agonizing load of whatever he consumed yesterday and today come up his throat, he swallowed it back down like a good boy, feeling disgusting and continued his sentence. “...time.” God he felt like shit and it was miserable.
“It's about Izaya, he's back living in Shinjuku!”
Izaya? Back? Back in Shinjuku? Shizuo's heart stopped
Shizuo almost dropped his flip phone before frantically catching it and almost crushing it to bits.
“I-Izaya? Like, Izaya Orihara? Shinjuku? Which means back in Ikebukero?” Shizuo's heart started pounding again, as well as giving him another painful pounding headache. He was way too drunk for this.
Shinra replied, “Yup! I’d thought I’d tell you since you've been totally mourning him all these years-”
“Sh-Shut the hell up you dumbass! I'm not mourning him! Is he already in Shinjuku?” Shizuo wanted to punch Shinra so badly somehow through the screen, but he tried to calm down to ask the annoying doctor more questions.
“He’s settling in his new apartment there, after that he's going to visit me and Celty’s apartment next Saturday. I'm not sure if he’ll be in Ikebukero before that or after that though, Are you planning something?” Shinra said, trying to hold in a snicker.
Plan what? What could Shizuo possibly-
Actually..
This was his chance. Shizuo could actually apologize to Izaya and finally get that load of guilt off his back.
Not thinking twice, Shizuo decided to ask Shinra for an important favor.
“Uh- Actually.. I was wondering, Shinra. I was thinking, the meet up at your house- I could apologize there? To Izaya.”
“Oh? Apologizing? That's very out of character for you, Shizuo!” Shinra laughed,
“Shut the hell up before I come to your apartment and rip your guts out in front of Celty.” He stammered out. Shizuo was clearly embarrassed…I mean apologizing? To your worst enemy? Now that's weird!
Shizuo continued, clearing his throat. “Though..I would appreciate it if you would help me out, Shinra.”
“Awe, you’re so sweet, Shizuo! Of course you can, I’ve never seen you want to apologize so badly before!” Shinra replied cheerfully
Shizuo had no idea if Shinra was being serious or sarcastic, but whatever worked, he guessed. He still wanted to beat his ass either way.
Finally, Shinra said his goodbyes, and ended the call. It was now 4:06 AM, and the drunk Shizuo finally had blacked out on his bathroom floor.
It was the next morning, and Shizuo still felt drunk- although he wasn’t. The pounding headaches were still there, and to make everything worse it was 12:37 PM. He was late for work, and there's 10 missed calls from Tom.
Shizuo dragged himself out of bed and tried to get ready quickly. His bedhead was crazy, and he looked like a dead man. He wouldn't have minded if he died yesterday from the alcohol, because today feels like pure shit.
He exited his apartment and finally headed to work. When he finally approached the tax payer, he looked extremely worried.
“Shizuo, are you okay? You look..Rough.” Tom admitted as he shifted uncomfortably, trying his best not to point out Shizuo's bed head. “Is everything alright?”
Shizuo looked at him dumbfounded but also extremely relieved Tom didn't look mad at him for being late. Shizuo thought of an excuse and managed to come up with, “Uh..Just a very crazy night. I guess.” In truth, he forgot everything that happened yesterday. The only thing that Shizuo actually remembered was that he got crazy drunk.
Knowing that Tom looked pretty unconvinced, Shizuo sighed and said he was fine, and continued on with the job.
Shizuo and Tom carried on with their day, collecting taxes and such. They decided to stop to eat at Russia sushi for a break when before entering, Shizuo saw a familiar face.
Izaya Orihara. Wearing a suit, sitting on a bench under a tree eating fatty tuna, minding his own business.
Shizuo tensed up, he suddenly remembered what happened earlier. His call with Shinra. About apologizing to Izaya…
Izaya couldn't see him like this, Shizuo couldn't even bear to face the annoying fleabag.
In a state of panic, Shizuo opened the door quickly, almost breaking it just to try to hide in Russia Sushi like an idiot, leaving Tom outside in utter confusion.