I just can't help to think that Izaya and Gilbert resemble eachother!
Gilbert needed a vacation away from his business, it was tedious and there was no entertainment in the boring conference room except watching Latvia being intimidated by the Russian bastard.
Kiku suggested his home state will do him good away from all problems, and he couldn't turn it down, Kiku Honda was his friend after all, he grew with eager to know the culture of Japan's people, and what could go wrong? He decided Ikebukuro as his choice.
After hours of listening to monotonous conversation and weeping children that cause irritation to him and all that tortuous bullshit was over, the flight was over.
He needed a place to accommodate him that will also provide him beer after arriving from the airport. Speaking of beer, he was craving for one that will quench his dying throat with smooth bitter distaste, he didn't find his favorite beverage repulsive he loved the taste and its smoothness float of his beer.
After checking in an apartment, and placing the full clothes of luggage in the corner of the room that was down the hallway to the right, and just across the room was the bathroom. It was a small suitable apartment, two couches were settle in the living room, a flat screen TV was near the wall, and not too far from the couches was a large window that led to the outdoor balcony. A small kitchen that was near to the door. It wasn't a bad image. Even so he lived in a mansion back at home with his brother.
He just need to add some awesomeness to the quaint place.
He changed into his plain pair of white button up sleeved shirt, black slim fitting pants and sneakers, his wallet was placed in the back right pocket rear of his pants, his wrist watch strap around his left wrist and his cell phone in the front of his right pocket, everything was needed and he left to go sought for a bar that has strippers for his entertainment. If they even have strippers in this city.
"Man, zis place ish sho lively." He spoke to himself and grin, he stopped at the sidewalk waiting for the sign to indicate him it was okay to walk across the traffic. He sighed, there was a horse resonance and a sound of a zooming vehicle, he tiptoe over the heads of random huddling people that were squished into a large group on the street, he overheard one of the civilian yelled out 'The headless rider!' What the fuck is a Headless Rider?
His crimson eyes peer and there, it wasn't a vehicle it was a stranger riding on a motorcycle, with a black leather body suit and yellow cat like helmet. Zooming by rather quickly in a haste. Gilbert didn't know why these people were making such a fuss over a motorcyclist. He shrugged and walks across the street and the bar wasn't too far from where he was, he whistle and someone bump into him, causing his balance to lack and sending him to fall down with a thud. He rubbed the side of his painfully throbbing head that pounded like a drum.
"Hey, jack ass, vatch vere jou're going!" It was a female with pair of round spectacles, she wore a grey-blue what looks like a school uniform, and her hair was straight and cut over her shoulders. She stood and bows apologetically.
"S-Sorry, I wasn't seeing where I was going. Um, please excuse me, sir."
"Shit, jou vear glasses und jou can't even shee a person?" He replied ruthlessly at the unknown female. With that the female took off from his sight. Strange. Gilbert minded his own business and went off to the selective bar. There were couple of groups of males passing by him, he didn't understand why they were running in a pace.
"Come on, I saw her run this way!" One of the males yelled out.
"Get her! Make sure you don't harm her! The boss needs her alive!" The other yelled.
And soon, the groups were out of sight. Gilbert quirk a brow in curiosity, the city was in fact filled with insanity, how can Kiku put up with these klutz? He entered the bar, and seated himself down on one of the un-occupied red stools, he called out for the bartender.
"Vone beer if jou don't mind." The bartender was cleansing all impurity from the glass cup with a cloth, it was a blonde bartender, with shades and obviously a bartender get up suit. The blonde male served his requested drink.
"Here you-" The bartender fill into unwelcoming silence, his eyes that were hidden behind the round oval shades glares at the quest with well-known rage boiling his blood in anguish, after looking at the appearance of the Prussian. He grip onto the glass a little too hard to the point, which the glass broke into million fragments. Gilbert froze on the spot after witnessing the cruelty of his poor beer splattered with mingling small pieces of glass on the counter, he stood up from his seat and yelled. Soon, the occupants within the bar hush into silence, one spoke in a low whisper.
S-Shit, what the hell is that guy thinking?
I-I know, that's Shizuo Heiwajima, is that guy stupid or something?
"Vhat ze hell did jou do zat fur!?" Gilbert growls.
"IZAAAAAYYYAA!" The blonde bartender snarl with anger in his voice, he grab onto the male by the collar before the one he mistook as Orihara would flee from him, he tugged the male over the counter. Everyone in the bar scooted far as possible from the scene, everyone also knew of the notorious Shizuo Heiwajima and his extremely astonishing yet terrifying physical inhumane strength. Never piss off the strongest man in Ikebukuro.
Gilbert unaware nor he didn't hear of the man at all since it was his first time here in the city, he blink in confusion completely befuddled from the misunderstanding, his collar was tugged with a grip he could hear the sound of a rip of his neck collar slowly tearing, the tightness of the embrace collar around his neck had nearly block his air circulation. His crimson eyes stared into the shades, and the disturbing vibe that was radiating off the male, reminding him of Ivan.
"V-Vat? I zhink jou got ze vrong person! I am not zis Izayawa person jou speak of!" Gilbert attempted to break free from the hold, yet to no avail he did not succeed. His heart thump with anxiety.
"You think I'm a dumbass!? Izaya! Don't think you can fucking fool me with that fluctuate change in voice, and that lousy get up! And what the hell is that? Red contacts! You also dyed your hair silver?! I knew you were a pussy disguising yourself like that from me!"
The rage only sent shiver down the poor Prussians spine, while the blonde was distracted with his insults, Gilbert reached for the bottle that isn't too far from his reach, and with that, Gilbert smash the bottle upon the male's face, the bartender's grip loosen, that was his cue and life saving for him to get the hell out of there. Everyone in the bar were shocked by his brutal attempt, he could hear the bartender yelling curses and how he was going to kill him.
"I am not zis Izayama person! I am ze awesome Gilbert!"
He pronounce the name inaccurate, and runs for his life, escaping the establishment, and making sure the clustering pedestrians were not an obstacle on the streets to his great escape from a raging furious blonde bimbo he wasn't familiar nor he didn't know him at all.
He is Gilbert Beilschmidt, god damn it. He heard a crash and something else, was he tearing off a vending machine from a wall? Or a car? Or something?
The keen of his brain got to him, he continue to ran and he looked over his right shoulder, the man was holding a vending machine over his head like it wasn't heavy at all, and what the fuck! The bartender hurl the machine forward, sending the machine towards his way, soaring in the air.
His heart thump, apprehension will only cause more damage to his awesomeness if that flying thing were to succeed in hitting its mark. He dodge the vending machine by jumping to the right avoiding any critical damage to his appearance. Another object flew his way, this time it was a street light, thrusting in the air directly his way like an arrow, Prussia dodge again to the left, the street light pole penetrated the concrete wall.
He gulp, standing quickly, he made a run for it, and the blonde was hot on his tail holding a stop sign in his right hand, yelling out the name again, he didn't know whom this Izaya Orihara person is. And why this blonde bartender was chasing after him, he was just an average Prussian, well, the awesome Gilbert of course!
"Get back here coward! And fight me you pussy!" The growl of his voice rumble and echoed, many strangers on the street were familiarized and instantly terrified of Shizuo and they all made sure they were not in the way during the blonde's wrath.
"I said I am not zat person! I am ze awesome Gilbert!" He cried out.
Few hours of waiting to arrive to his destination, hours of searching and finally checking in an apartment, and minutes of wanting to only enjoy a few drinks of his favorite beverage, and seconds flat, he was chased by a stranger who mistook him for another. He couldn't comprehend his situation. This was all so un-awesome.
He tried to avoid any objects that was thrown his way.
Not far from the scene stood the one and only disreputable informant on a top random building, watching the collision of destruction below that was playing before his eyes.
Izaya Orihara.
His lips were curved into a devious smile, mischief glinted in his soulless eyes.
This will be a new game to him, the stranger that he never saw before in the city was chased by Heiwajima, Shizu-chan.
The same exact face features with a different color of appearance. The silver hair was indeed almost identical to his own, though his hair was black compared to the other.
All he had to do was to manipulate the new visitor of Ikebukuro, and that is when the game will begin for the sake of his amusement. Putting the innocent life of another who will be wallowing within the hell's flames and undeniable jeopardy of agony. He couldn't help but to shiver in delight at the thought of his strategy.
"I honestly do love all humanity, I freaking love it! And that new guy will only saint my desires and this will indeed be all so intriguing, I can't wait any longer!"
A maniac laughter blurted into echoes throughout the city. He loved all humanity. He sure will pay a visit to the unknown human will be an addition to his top list.
"I can't hardly wait…"
To Be Coutinued…