Marriage in Ikebukuro
Chapter One Hundred Sixty Eight
I sighed, seating myself down on the chair beside Izaya's. "They're keeping you here as an extra precaution. The next time an accident like that happens, there's a 79% chance you won't live. Besides, I can take the pictures. Its no problem." I said. "But if Izaya won't help out—" I nudged him in the ribs with a knowing grin. He snickered.
"Would you like something, Yuki-chan?" he asked with a teasing smirk. I grinned, rolling my eyes.
"Actually, you're the informant broker so yeah." I said before my phone rang. I fished it out my pocket and flipped it open.
"Moshi—"
"Yuki-chan, it's Rien."
I stepped outside in the hallway, reaching the door before turning back around and covering the receiver. "It's an important call." I whispered.
"Go ahead and take it, you said it's important so it is." Nami smiled. I nodded, stepping out in the hallway. I walked a few inches away from the door and leaned on the biege colored walls, crossing my feet so my left Achilles heel touched my right ankle.
"Hey, Rien." I whispered, trying not to get caught.
"Would you like something, Yuki-chan?" he asked with a teasing smirk. I grinned, rolling my eyes.
"Actually, you're the informant broker so yeah." I said before my phone rang. I fished it out my pocket and flipped it open.
"Moshi—"
"Yuki-chan, it's Rien."
I stepped outside in the hallway, reaching the door before turning back around and covering the receiver. "It's an important call." I whispered.
"Go ahead and take it, you said it's important so it is." Nami smiled. I nodded, stepping out in the hallway. I walked a few inches away from the door and leaned on the biege colored walls, crossing my feet so my left Achilles heel touched my right ankle.
"Hey, Rien." I whispered, trying not to get caught.