One two buckle his shoe.
He gets dressed for her day.
Three, four, knock at the door.
She's the one knocking.
Five, six, pick up sticks.
Snatching up the pieces he's left for her.
Seven, eight, lay them straight.
Fixing what they've both done.
Nine, ten, a big fat hen.
Now that's just mean.
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve.
She hates his job.
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting.
He wants her.
Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen.
He calls it old fashion love.
Seventeen, eighteen, maids in waiting.
She doesn't want to keep him waiting.
Nineteen, twenty, my plate's empty.
Damn, now the games boring.
The sharp wrap of knuckles against his office door didn't even cause the man's eyes to leave his computer screen, "The doors unlocked!" A sweet tune carried from Izaya Orihara to the door which Jiro Hitomi stood behind.
A simple click and shut behind her.
Coming in to set her bag down on the small coffee table, Jiro approached the informants natural habitat. He sat lavishly behind his giant computer, eyes glued to the screen and hands working away at the virtual world at his fingertips. The incessant clicking sporadically filled the office from Izaya's keyboard as he filtered through multiple accounts of different subjects circulating through the city itself. Each a message board he poked his nose into almost anonymously. Some even emails and eavesdropping on things all around him at any given time. This trademark skill really put him at the top of his game here in Ikebukuro. The information he was glancing over was the red crimson blood of the city. Life pouring into a mad mans mind to distribute as he and only he saw fit.
Ignored really from the moment she crossed the threshold wasn't anything new. With a subtle huff Jiro sat down on the couch and grabbed a designer magazine laid out invitingly in front of her. Slowly and intentionally she loudly turned the colorful pages. Maybe for a client the atmosphere was welcoming. All it made her want to do was scream.
Izaya merrily continued his work without interruption. Not paying Jiro any heed. Even when she finished one entire magazine and looked over to him repeatedly.
"You could at least talk to me when I actually came over here for something," She mumbled and slowly rose up to her feet.
"Why ruin a perfect moment just to talk work?" Izaya's toying voice asked. He pressed enter and swiveled around to see Jiro coming up to him behind the desk.
"Pssh," Jiro snorted at her friends ludicrous statement. She came up behind him and glanced at the computer, "Work, ok, did you even do what I asked you to?"
"Hope about instead would you like to see what I have achieved since last time you stopped by?" Izaya asked, pride lining his tone for no other reason than he was himself.
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•On the Way Down•
Fanfiction(Late to the party revamping an old fic of mine) Jiro Hitomi has lived her entire life in Ikebukuro, living the ups and downs of the wild city surrounded by her friends. High school was one thing but finding where life drags her as an adult is witho...
