This is not an official translation. All translations done my me. @kujiragi has looked over, helped edit, and given much needed second opinions. Thank you for the help! And enjoy~!!
”…In the end, what are you here for? What could the ruling commander of the Natsugawara group come over here for?”
Thinking he lost to the other man’s pace [of the conversation], Izaya asked the question indifferently. At that, Byakuyamaru answers in an aloof attitude.
”Officially I’m here for sudden stadium inspections. Hearing that you were here though, I wanted to see the man who twisted Takioka around his finger. Depending on the circumstances, I even made preparations to win over [your] group. I did a lot of research on you and ‘Candiru’.”
”Is that so? Then have I measured up to your expectations?”
”Right now, I still don’t need you.”
”That’s rather harsh.”
Receiving the expected answer, Izaya shrugged his shoulders seemingly in relief. Byakuyamaru started to talk of “Izaya Orihara” to him disinterestedly.
“You are unable to give yourself praise from the bottom of your heart. Even if you desired the recognition, it cannot be fulfilled. More than anyone, you do not want to be acknowledged as Izaya Orihara.”
“So instead you give praise to other people. More than others would.”
“Have you come to counsel me?”
Izaya says in amazement. After Natsugawara replies with a simple ‘that’s right,’ he continues.
“What you really want is not praise for yourself. Isn’t it the same kind of person who can applaud the accomplishments of others the same way and from the same perspective as you?“
Then stopping what he was saying once, he laughs while giving a large sigh.
“Well, there’s no one like that. Not that sort of human.”
“So you came all this way just to harass me?”
“Can I say some disagreeable things? After all, thanks to you the Natsugawara group has taken terrible damage from the decline in stocks.”
“Though I think by driving out the Takioka siblings it would be a great benefit for your company years later?”
“And that is why I’m not charging reparations. Be grateful for that. I will allow it once. How about you return [the favor] one day.”
The Natsugawara head laughs as he stands up, beginning to straighten his own chair. Izaya throws out words insincerely towards his back.
“Well then, let’s meet again, Byakuyamaru Natsugawara-san.”
“Before me, how about you meet up with that old friend of yours in Ikebukuro. I think you should pay a visit to that underground doctor and that lover of his after such a long time.”
“I will see about that. If I have time that is.”
After the storm had passed, Izaya muttered to himself as he leaned his body back against the back of his wheelchair.
“Really now, is that guy a hypocrite or a sly man…? Why is it that such troublesome humans gather around me?”
Natsugawara’s words were understood without being expressly told by others. And Izaya felt alright with that. There was still no one around him that would raise a roar of applause together with him. And he understood himself that it was because of his lifestyle as Izaya Orihara. Izaya does not even think of the fragments of being given an acclamation by others.
“Izaya-san! Hurry up! It looks like Munakata is practicing his batting! Let’s watch closer up. They said there is a space for even a wheelchair, Izaya-san!”
“…If you insist. Well then, could you push my chair a bit?”
Right now, not just yet.