Then grew legs and started walking.
And the apes climbed down from the trees,
And grew tall and they started talking,"
A/N- this chapter is mostly presenting the mindset of certain characters and what not. Izaya first...
There are many countries in the world who are quite festive when it comes to certain holidays celebrated by nearly everyone on earth.
Each have their own level of celebration. Most host parades. Others litter the streets with décor.
Some don't do much at all but place a monumental signature, while others just glance at it and continue on with their daily lives.
Such was the beginning of spring, or Halloween, where people would waltz in bikinis along the shorelines of local beaches from other states, traveling to just show off the bodies they have worked so hard to sculpt.
Kids would jump and beg for a specific costume to wear and run the streets with bags for candy, while the parents decided to dress up to, sometimes in the most vulgar of manners.
But December was always different.
This month signified the up most Christian belief. The day the son of God, Jesus Christ was born, to be greeted by the three traveling King's, to be spoiled with gold and riches.
The tradition had changed greatly over time, and people had to wonder where the tree came in; why it was cut from its foundation to be placed in a house. And who decided to wrap it around with lights and hang charms off it?
Who made Santa Clause? And his flying reindeer, pulling him on some gravity resistant red sleigh bearing the gifts of the children from all over the world?
Surely, Izaya had seen things in this world that had no reason behind it, such as the supernatural Celty. But surely, these things weren't real.
A pagan holiday turned for the need of cheer and joy, to give presents wrapped in paper with a bow and a note. The color red and white tainting the streets, all referring to Santa, whom they could easily cancel out of existence.
A smile played on the informants lips as he walked down the littered streets of Shinjuku, headed towards Ikebukuro, to observe his board games progression.
Some dear and honest parent one day told a child that Santa didn't exist. That the fat jolly man wasn't real, because they were buying the presents, and, no one had ever witnessed an obese chalk white man fly in the sky with a sleigh the day prior to Christmas morning.
Basically, what they didn't see, didn't exist.
This basic knowledge would drive a nail into Izaya's brain since the day he was told that Santa wasn't real, because he was never spotted. It was around that time, that Izaya decided that, if that's how logic worked with the wondrous of things, then surely, there is no God.
He thought about it, over and over. Here they are cancelling out a pagan saint, because they never saw him?
So, obviously, this same idea falls under the belief of a God. If you haven't seen him, why bother telling others he's real?
No, this detest for religion didn't sprout because his childhood was shattered and he sought out vengeance.
Izaya liked to think of it as the birth of his new age, the age in which he would reason all and cancel fantasy, growing up to find humor in those who claimed themselves religious, or witches, or ghost whisperers, or any of the list that belong to those who are so bored of their lives they have to reach over to paranormal world in order to feel some value for themselves.
So, as one can tell with his basic reasoning, to Izaya, December was a rather comical day.
Instead of hatefully scorning the human race however, Izaya would play in the streets, ignoring the sure tell signs of the coming and fleeting holiday, and using the emotions bonded to the day to his advantage.
Love, joy, happiness, tranquility, all in the favor of a single day.
Like hormones on overdrive.
"Izaya!"
Looking up from his cellphone, the informant looked to the voice he so rarely heard, rather then imagined while he exchanged rumors and conversations in the chat rooms.
Running towards him, in plain sight, thanks the unusually sunny day that still gave no warmth, was Mikado, along with his two friends, one whom he was now in a relationship with, and the other who was only back for a little while, leaving his girlfriend in a safe place- probably from the informant himself.
The signature smirk didn't fade as he paused in his stride, watching the unusually kind boy run towards him from the long parting distance, the two following him seemingly reluctant to even jog, all the while glaring at Izaya while sure that their good friend wasn't watching.
Finally, the boy got to the raven haired man, panting as he gathered his strength, pushing against his knees.
"Hey," He huffed, trying to regain his breath as he tried to stand straight, closing his lids, a smile on his messy face. "I haven't see you around in the longest!" He cheerfully explained, reaching into his back pocket.
Shrugging, Izaya waved the phone in his hand. "Work work, always working." He sang, seeming a bit bothered, not by the boy who was talking to him, but perhaps due to the free time that was taken from him due to the clutter of work- most being piled onto him because of the dreaded day.
Mikado nodded, glancing over his shoulder when he felt the presence of his friend and girlfriend. "Well that's good." He smiled, holding out his hand.
Caught off by the gesture, Izaya looked down, then to Mikado, smirk back on his lips, a single brow furrowed questionably. "You're not falling for me now, are you?" The man joked.
An embarrassed flush of the cheeks sent Mikado onto the defensive, almost yelling out his words as he tried to explain himself. "It's just a present! You know…" His smile fell lightly, nearly becoming forced. "In case I don't see you around on the 24th."
Smirk falling, Izaya watched as Mikado looked to the small gift in his hand.
He balanced the way Mikado made those words seem severe in a sense. But Izaya out ruled any possible chances of him dying any time soon, and hadn't heard a rumor about something happening to him specifically, like a gang wanting to kill him, or Shizuo deciding that he'd had enough.
"Surely," Izaya huffed out a laugh. "You don't mean to tell me you believe that tomorrow-"
"He does." Kida interrupted, ruffling his blond hair with his hand. Despite him being as old as Mikado and Anri, which would make him a senior in high school if he was still in school, he still kept the false shade, for no one but himself it would seem. "He honestly believes the worlds gonna implode tomorrow." He laughed lightly, Izaya noting how the teens voice was getting rather deeper but still sounding all the same.
"That's not it Kida!" Mikado looked around, glaring at him, all the while embarrassed. Turning back to face the gift, he bowed his head lightly, hiding his flustered expression, brows nodded, lips lightly pursed. "You can't completely out-rule every possibility though." He muttered.
Mikado had surely learned, throughout his stay in Tokyo, that all that he had denied was no turning into reality.
The fact that the headless rider was in fact headless, and that she could control black smoke and make it into solid matter.
Or how his girlfriend was able to draw a sword from her body and control others, enabling the comical red glow of the eyes.
Or how Kida was in fact a strong leader to a notorious gang.
And let's not forget Shizuo the great, with the strength of thousand humans in a single grip.
The thought of the world exploding on a sentenced day, wouldn't seem too doubtful.
"Hmph.." The informant plucked the gift from the boys light grip, and bowed lightly. "How kind of you think of me, Mikado-kun." He added the honorific for the sake of trying to make the situation light, and be on his way. "But I can't give you anything in return." He frowned falsely, looking to the gift in his hand.
"Oh no, no!" Mikado waved his hands defensively before them. "It's fine. I don't need one."
Izaya looked up. Despite the boys growing age, being a senior in high school, having grown taller, face becoming more matured, the teen still behaved like the Mikado who first stumbled into Tokyo like a foreigner.
Pointing over his shoulder, Izaya tilted his head towards the direction. "Well, I have to go… So-"
But Mikado bowed, lightly, in a friendly manner, before the informant could finish the sentence he didn't really want to construct in the first place.
Looking past the shoulders of the teen, Izaya waved off the two who kept a steady and cautious glare, turned on his heel, and went off on his walk, placing the gift in his pocket, all the while, not realizing his common smile had faded.
How boring.
This hadn't been the first of his gifts during the holiday. He may love humans, and they may not love him in return, but it wasn't as if there weren't those few who spared their money to just make him feel wanted, in a strange sense. Aside from his family and sisters.
For example, his parents who were so ashamed of him, would often mail them to him under an alias or anonymous name, his sisters always informing him that it was from his mom and dad.
Or how Namie would place a gift in a random location in his loft with his name on it, while she assured herself that she left to not hear his snide comments and insults.
Turning the corner to a new street, making sure he wasn't followed by the young teens, Izaya pulled the gift from his pocket, and tossed it in the trash.
A/N- Though I know Izaya just LOOOVES humans, I can't see him taking a gift from one of them and keeping it. Even though he is a sociopath and would find this gesture like a slave serving their God, I just can't see him unraveling something he would ultimately consider unappealing. I KNOW IT'S SLOW BUT PLEASE BE PATIENT