DURARARA Vol.3 Izaya+Namie+Masaomi scene (Part I)
Shinjuku
An apartment building stood on the side of a busy street.
Though crowds swarmed the street bathing in the dying sunlight at dawn, not one of them stopped on the street - instead they headed for their respective destinations and purposes.
If they bothered to look up, they would see the forest of skyscrapers including the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building. But this street had a completely different aura to it than the CBDs or the busy streets near the station.
A young man was looking over the street and sighing with a bored expression.
"This is no fun...not having anything to do is no fun at all. Though observing the humankind through this window would have been an idea, I've yet to find anyone interesting..."
Looking at the view outside the window as he would a scene in a movie, the young man - Orihara Izaya - sighed again heavily.
"So why not just do some work?"
The austere voice of a female sounded from behind.
Yagiri Namie - the woman who currently worked as an assistant to Izaya and the information business he ran, walked swiftly past the laid-back Izaya whose gaze was still roaming outside the window.
Izaya showed his empty palms in a dramatic gesture to the woman who looked about the same age as he was, or somewhat older.
"I've already had you working on everything that needs to be worked on at this point! Ahh, how boring."
"......May I beat you up?"
"No. What's the matter, am I not paying you a pretty decent salary? I don't think beating up your head man would be a good idea."
"In that case, I'm going to beat you up once I receive my salary."
Yagiri Namie said this in an icy tone that didn't sound like a joke at all. Izaya's shoulders retracted slightly as he turned his gaze outside the window again.
Namie, who continued to leaf through the files, raised a question as she went to fetch the newest printed document from the printer on Izaya's desk.
"What's to be done with this strange document?"
"That you just send to Awakusu-kai like usual. Ahh, and after that...send the blue envelope on the right shelf via registered mail to Mr. Yamada in Toukin...and combine the fourth document from the top on the second shelf below that one with the yellow envelope on the center shelf on the left; in a green envelope you'll find a bill, send those two envelopes to the client in Sakurashin Town* listed in the address book on the computer. When you're done with that, make a copy of the name list of debtors on my desk, send that in mail to Manager Sunagawara at Fundle Feld Sand Riverside Finance; and send an e-mail to Mr. Shiki at Awakusu-kai saying 'The chocolate is still not found.' and delete the email and erase all traces of it straight away; then turn to page. 84 of that crossword magazine by that computer and write 'BROKEN WINDOW EFFECT', 'SHARK', 'TRANSYLVANIA' and 'NATTOU-MAKI' in the blanks. I can't fill in the last one either, so you'll have to do it."
Izaya delivered all this as he would a brain age test without turning his eyes away from the window.
When he was done, he turned his head to look and found a completely silent and non-inquiring Namie bent on her work. Not only did she finish every task perfectly - she also rearranged the order in which she carried them out for maximum efficiency.
"......The last one is 'TOCOPHERYL ACID SUCCINATE CALCIUM'......what's with this mixing of jargon with everyday words? This crossword puzzle really sucks."
"Spectacular job."
Izaya clapped his hands lightly as he watched Namie finish the string of tasks.
"......You did a pretty spectacular job yourself pointing out where everything was without even looking."
"Thanks to you having arranged them all in perfect order."
"Speaking of which...what was 'the chocolate' supposed to mean in that e-mail to Mr. Shiki at Awakusu-kai?"
"Hmm? The pistol. What about it?"
Izaya's reply was so overly straightforward that Namie stopped in her tracks for a second.
"Well, it was about a year ago...shortly after you started working here. You know, when some folks stole a bunch of pistols from Awakusu-kai?"
"Ahhh...the ones hunted down by the Headless Rider? I remember that monster wielding that scythe from television."
"Yeah. Almost all the stolen pistols were retrieved by Celty before the city police could make a move, but one of them remains not found. Looks like a little gangster got his hands on it and used it to rob some convenience stores recently, ahahahah."
"......I do sincerely hope this room is not tapped."
Izaya broke into a refreshing but indecipherable smile. Namie found him somewhat intimidating at times like this, so she turned to look for the next task instead.
At that exact moment, the door bell rang.
TBC
An apartment building stood on the side of a busy street.
Though crowds swarmed the street bathing in the dying sunlight at dawn, not one of them stopped on the street - instead they headed for their respective destinations and purposes.
If they bothered to look up, they would see the forest of skyscrapers including the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building. But this street had a completely different aura to it than the CBDs or the busy streets near the station.
A young man was looking over the street and sighing with a bored expression.
"This is no fun...not having anything to do is no fun at all. Though observing the humankind through this window would have been an idea, I've yet to find anyone interesting..."
Looking at the view outside the window as he would a scene in a movie, the young man - Orihara Izaya - sighed again heavily.
"So why not just do some work?"
The austere voice of a female sounded from behind.
Yagiri Namie - the woman who currently worked as an assistant to Izaya and the information business he ran, walked swiftly past the laid-back Izaya whose gaze was still roaming outside the window.
Izaya showed his empty palms in a dramatic gesture to the woman who looked about the same age as he was, or somewhat older.
"I've already had you working on everything that needs to be worked on at this point! Ahh, how boring."
"......May I beat you up?"
"No. What's the matter, am I not paying you a pretty decent salary? I don't think beating up your head man would be a good idea."
"In that case, I'm going to beat you up once I receive my salary."
Yagiri Namie said this in an icy tone that didn't sound like a joke at all. Izaya's shoulders retracted slightly as he turned his gaze outside the window again.
Namie, who continued to leaf through the files, raised a question as she went to fetch the newest printed document from the printer on Izaya's desk.
"What's to be done with this strange document?"
"That you just send to Awakusu-kai like usual. Ahh, and after that...send the blue envelope on the right shelf via registered mail to Mr. Yamada in Toukin...and combine the fourth document from the top on the second shelf below that one with the yellow envelope on the center shelf on the left; in a green envelope you'll find a bill, send those two envelopes to the client in Sakurashin Town* listed in the address book on the computer. When you're done with that, make a copy of the name list of debtors on my desk, send that in mail to Manager Sunagawara at Fundle Feld Sand Riverside Finance; and send an e-mail to Mr. Shiki at Awakusu-kai saying 'The chocolate is still not found.' and delete the email and erase all traces of it straight away; then turn to page. 84 of that crossword magazine by that computer and write 'BROKEN WINDOW EFFECT', 'SHARK', 'TRANSYLVANIA' and 'NATTOU-MAKI' in the blanks. I can't fill in the last one either, so you'll have to do it."
Izaya delivered all this as he would a brain age test without turning his eyes away from the window.
When he was done, he turned his head to look and found a completely silent and non-inquiring Namie bent on her work. Not only did she finish every task perfectly - she also rearranged the order in which she carried them out for maximum efficiency.
"......The last one is 'TOCOPHERYL ACID SUCCINATE CALCIUM'......what's with this mixing of jargon with everyday words? This crossword puzzle really sucks."
"Spectacular job."
Izaya clapped his hands lightly as he watched Namie finish the string of tasks.
"......You did a pretty spectacular job yourself pointing out where everything was without even looking."
"Thanks to you having arranged them all in perfect order."
"Speaking of which...what was 'the chocolate' supposed to mean in that e-mail to Mr. Shiki at Awakusu-kai?"
"Hmm? The pistol. What about it?"
Izaya's reply was so overly straightforward that Namie stopped in her tracks for a second.
"Well, it was about a year ago...shortly after you started working here. You know, when some folks stole a bunch of pistols from Awakusu-kai?"
"Ahhh...the ones hunted down by the Headless Rider? I remember that monster wielding that scythe from television."
"Yeah. Almost all the stolen pistols were retrieved by Celty before the city police could make a move, but one of them remains not found. Looks like a little gangster got his hands on it and used it to rob some convenience stores recently, ahahahah."
"......I do sincerely hope this room is not tapped."
Izaya broke into a refreshing but indecipherable smile. Namie found him somewhat intimidating at times like this, so she turned to look for the next task instead.
At that exact moment, the door bell rang.
TBC