Marriage in Ikebukuro

I glared and growled at my phone.

"How dare she hang up on me."

"What did she want?" Shizuo asked me.

"It turns out Izaya does more than sell information, but for some reason she didn't tell me."

"He suggests suicides to teenage girls...."

I stared up at him shocked.

"What?!"

"Ya, he chats with them, pretending to care about their problems and suggest he meet with them on the rooftop."

"What does he do when they do decide to kill themselves?" I asked, utterly shocked.

He shrugged.

"I guess laugh at them and walk away like nothing happened."

"That bastard!" I growled.

"Ya, now you see why I hate him. He drives everyone crazy! He loves to ruin people's lives."

"I know, he's a total mind fucker."

"Anyways, I guess we better head home." I said as I yawned and outstretched my arms.

Shizuo unwrapped his arms from my waist and helped me up from the ground. We walked home together.

I lied in my bed after dressing in p.j's and drifted off into sleep.