I think this is enough chit-chat for the day. Shiki fell silent for a few seconds -Īnd switched to the “main topic” as if nothing had happened. Izaya muttered without sounding unsettled in the slightest. “Your Miss? Isn’t she still in elementary school? Good God, even if Ikebukuro is one of the safer areas around this place you should never have let bad guys have a chance to approach her. “Well, that Nakura told our Head’s granddaughter to do some weird things…” “Nakura-san? Is that a surname or a given name? There was someone whose given name sounded like that in my middle school, I think…we went to the same university, too. Izaya, on the other hand, remained his usual self as he replied: Izaya, when speaking to Shiki, changes his first-person pronoun from the casual “ore” to the more formal “watashi”. * Shiki uses honorific speech with everyone except his own subordinates. There was, however, something sharp and cold in his words that made the air inside the car feel sharper on the skin. Though Izaya was obviously younger than he was, Shiki still asked the question in a deferential tone*. “Speaking of which, Orihara-san, would you happen to know anything about someone named ‘Nakura’?” Shiki tilted his head further sideways and asked one more question. If someone tries to assassinate an information broker under our patronage, it is only natural to suspect that they are trying to harm us, isn’t it?”
“I’m satisfying my curiosity, but I’m also doing this for my job. …But still, it’s the first time you requested my presence in a long while. Anyway, I would readily confess that there are a lot of people who think ill of me when I only meant to be kind. Thank God they didn’t show any pictures of me.”
“Ah, right…I think that made it into the news or something. “I heard that someone tried to scoop your entrails out. It was impossible to tell how Shiki felt about Izaya from his expression as he said in a flat voice: He looked like he was in his thirties and gave the impression that he was hard to deal with. The male whose eyes had characteristic long slits at the outer corners replied in an even tone. “Is that so? To me it feels like yesterday.” “It’s been so long that the sight of Shiki-san’s face makes me feel nostalgic.” Without looking nervous in the slightest, he turned to the other man in the car. The young man was wearing a black T-shirt and a likewise black summer coat. In the back seat of an expensive-looking car Orihara Izaya muttered while sitting next to the window on the right and enjoying the view of the city outside. “Somehow it feels like a long time since I’ve last been in this car.”
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