Grief

Face

A soft chime chirped from my phone. From a glance, I turned to see a notification from Celty had popped up.

[Hey! How's it going? It's been a while since we talked, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up sometime?]

I couldn't help but smile, Celty had always been one of my closest friends, she was always there to reach out when I needed her. We were able to connect through our differences compared to others, along with our mutual connection with Shinra.

Shinra...

I felt guilty, the longer I looked at her message. I haven't been in touch much since Izaya's death...

It has nothing to do with her of course, shes even tried to talk to me about it a few times, but It's never really gone over well. I let out a sigh and texted her back with a simple confirmation.

Within seconds there was another chime.

[Great! Would you like to meet up at the park, like we usually do? I still have a few errands but I can meet you there at 1:00. Is that alright?]

With another simple response, we had it planned. It was honestly a relief that I was going to talk with Celty, she's a good listener, and I've always sought out her advice.

I glimpsed towards the clock on my stove, I've got some time to spill, a little over an hour. My shoulders slumped with an oncoming dilemma of boredom. At least Izaya was currently busying himself doing god knows what as he stares out "his" window.

With a faint grumble in my stomach, an obvious solution to my boredom struck me.

Russia Sushi sounded good for lunch. Nodding to myself, I grabbed my blue-tinted sunglasses and headed towards the door.

A flash of a fur-cuffed jacket hinted at the corner of my eye.

"Oh, where are we headed?" Izaya purred, tilting his head as he rocked on his toes with absent-minded excitement.

"Out. And you're not coming." My tone was final, as I quickly stepped through the entry and slammed the door behind me. Grumbling something incoherent, I slid out a cigarette I left my apartment complex and began trekking my way towards Russia Sushi.

"Shizu-chan, you do realize the door can't stop me right?" The prick appeared behind me with an amused grin on his face. My teeth knawed on the filter of my un-lit cigarette as I stared at the flea for a moment.

Fucking wonderful.

Knowing there was nothing I could do to get him to go back, I grumbled something of a huff and turned around to blatantly ignore him. Instead, focusing on my route towards Russia Sushi, and the crowds of people that parted out of my way at the sight of me.

Soon enough, the jolly and oh-so-familiar deep-toned voice met my ears.

"Russia Sushi! Come to Russia Sushi! All customers welcome!"

The familiar man stood tall in front of the restaurant, frightening passersby's as he yells to the heavens about the miracles of their sushi.

"Ah! Shiz-o! Come to Russia Sushi!" His arms stretched wide with that familiar welcoming smile. Simon was certainly something special, a marvel in character with impressive strength as well.

With a curt nod, I snuffed out my cigarette, which had been earlier lit as a means of distraction from Izaya's obnoxious blabbering. Who now stood silent, staring at Simon with a sense of curiosity.

Izaya's feet skipped to a halt in front of Simon. I couldn't help but watch with mild curiosity at the display. Izaya's hands waved in front of the man's face, commenting on how the man hadn't changed a bit. There was something so jarring about how Simon's eyes never focused on Izaya. Instead, he acted normal, gazing out towards possible customers with a widespread customer-service grin.