marie999

It was like any other day in Ikebukuro, noisy and busy. Simon was selling sushi, Celty was riding around, finishing up jobs that had been assigned to her, Shizuo was beating the shit out of 'clients' that didn't pay up. But yet, there was something off today- actually no, not just today but the entire week seemed to have something missing, and Shizuo knew exactly what it was. He hadn't seen the flea in almost two weeks, he had a sense of triumph. Maybe the flea had finally taken his advice to stay out of Ikebukuro. Yet again another emotion besides pride tugged at the fake blond, perhaps it was worry? No. he quickly squashed the feeling, pus