In which Orihara Izaya fell from the rooftop.
(No one is in the chatroom)
(Mai has joined the chatroom)
(Kyo has joined the chatroom)
Kyo : Too bad, no one's here even though I wish to have nice conversation with everyone. I guess their busyness can't be helped. Perhaps they're catching up to the magazines I and Mai promoted yesterday? Alas, if that's the reason I'm so happy I will find more porn to promote.
Mai : Good books.
Kyo : So then, since no one is here at the moment, I guess I'll just use the free time I and Mai happen to have to watch our idol's old movie. The naked scene is glorious. I can't help but to watch it at least once a week!
(Pure Water 100% has joined the chat room)
[PM mode Pure Water 100% : Kururi-chan, where are you now?]
Mai : Welcome
[PM mode Kyo : At home with Mairu as usual. We're watching glorious scenes from Yuuhei-san's movie as we speak. It's awesome. You can join us admiring his perfect body and face if you want.]
Mai : Ignored?
[PM Mode Pure Water 100% : I see. Then don't go out for now. I'll send someone to guard you. He should be there in about an hour. Just tell me if there's anyone suspicious okay?]
[PM Mode Mai : Confused]
[PM Mode Kyo : What's a guard for? What happened?]
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Kyo : How bizarre. Is he possibly trolling me? To enter just to practically say 'Don't go out or you might die' is pretty scary. My heart is going doki doki just imagining what could happen. This situation is similar to the scene we're watching right now!
Mai : Scary coincidence.
Kyo : Better focus on the movie. It could be that the movie is actually message sent by the awesome Hanejima Yuuhei to warn us about this very day! How amazing! It's similar to bible, but with better understanding and more tension! That being said, good night!
Mai : Bye bye bee.
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One hour before...
Everything could happen in Ikebukuro.
To Izaya, Ikebukuro was like his heaven.
Gangs…
Yakuza…
Monsters…
Humans…
All sorts of people live in Ikebukuro, making connection to each other with their masks on. As each connection became even stronger, so did the fragility. Izaya had found pleasure in forming and breaking those threads called connection, and he wasn't sure he could stop liking them like his other hobbies.
"So fun! This is so fun!"
He laughed as the idea dawned into him.
Ikebukuro was his town.
It was his playground.
When he's gone, it'd stop being a fun town and would become as boring as Shinjuku.
Izaya laughed. He loved Ikebukuro, perhaps his love to the city rivaled his love to human beings. He loved it so much he couldn't help to return even if it'd kill him. Even so, there's no way he'd let a protozoan idiot kill him.
Even so, he's admittedly quite bored.
Lately, everything had gone as expected, and Izaya had been in quite bad mood because of it. That's why he's in the rooftop in the first place. He wished to stand above the crowd and see them move, to try to find something fun to observe.
He stood at the edge, his hands behind his back as he leant forward. The sight of some gang members acting silly managed to brighten his mood a bit.
Even so, the next thing he knew he was in midair, and the sight of those gang members had been replaced with the color of concrete.
'Eh?'
Seconds felt like hours then.
Izaya had estimated that falling from the top of the building to the ground would not be longer than five seconds, but that time he felt as if he's been midair for far longer than five seconds.
He forced his body to face upwards, and in the spot where he sat before there was a young girl. She was holding into the fence, and her cold eyes locked into Izaya.
"Die," she mouthed before a sickening smile formed in her pretty face.
It was a complicated feeling.
The girl's smile wavered when she saw Izaya grinned as he fell. She didn't know that Izaya felt happy with her pushing him from the edge of said rooftop. He had expected people to hate him enough to kill him, but so far the only one who dared to attack him was only Shizuo, whom he hated the most.
The girl had her hair tied up in ponytail, her eyes covered by glasses and she was clad in boyish outfit. She was perhaps one of the suicidal girls Izaya had helped in the past, but she's too unimportant to remember.
Humanity hadn't betrayed him. It still managed to surprise him. It just teased him by waiting until he's dead bored first. The idea was strange, but for Izaya it was the only thing he could think of.
And so, despite his unwillingness to die, Izaya felt happy.
'One day, I'll definitely get my revenge,' was Izaya's last thought before claimed by darkness.
Now we're back to the present.
In a van, the quartet better known as 'Kadota Gang' for lack of better name was as noisy as ever. In the back seat, Karisawa Erika and Yumasaki Walker were discussing the beauty of 2D world as usual, and the other two normal men sitting in the front tried their best to ignore the otaku duo.
"Amazing! As expected of Yu Wo, the story is as hilarious as ever! I'm now officially Leith X Creus shipper! Who do you think tops, Yumachi?"
"No, no. I still think Japanese writers are the best. Nothing can beat Haruhi-sama! And, Karisawa-san, don't you like it just because it's filled with BL flag?"
"Not really, the story's great too! Yumachi likes loli and bishoujo, right? How about ½ Prince? It's filled with pretty girls, you know? Though my favorite there is still Gui x Wicked! Oh, Kenshin x Artic Fox is not bad too."
"Karisawa-san, the best loli filled story is without a doubt, Higurashi! That plus blood, what's not to love? Umineko is for bishoujo! Long live Ryukishi~"
"Oh, Umineko's not bad. AmaBato and RonoBato are very nice!"
The two in the front seat sighed. At least Erika didn't talk about real life pairing she made in her head.
All in all, it was an ordinary day for the gang.
It was of course, until their cell phones rang at the same time, suggesting that Dollars' admin had just issued an order. It was quite rare for the admin to issue an order, usually only before major gang war about to take place. Erika and Walker got quiet in an instant realizing that.
Everyone then read their messages, save for Togusa who was finding a parking spot.
"No way…"
"This is impossible!"
"… Is he serious?"
The three said at the same time. Erika's eyes widened, her hand frozen as the news dawned upon her. Meanwhile, the two men searched the site for reason why the admin sent that message.
"What is it?" realizing the change of mood to the worse, Togusa asked.
"Don't park. We need to find someone."
"Is that the order? Who is it?"
"Ah, I got it, Kadota-san! It's here! Anon posted, 'I just pushed that person from seventh floor of that famous suicide building. I hope he's dead. I didn't check though, but maybe I should?'. Oh my, this is quite bad!"
Hearing that, Togusa stopped looking for parking spot and instead hit the gas to circle Ikebukuro. He cursed the fact that there were lots of high building which has more than seven floors and used for suicide in Ikebukuro alone, and the poster didn't seem to provide with more information as to where he murdered that poor person.
But more importantly, their reactions were like the victim was someone they knew. Togusa didn't dare to ask though and chose to concentrate in driving.
The sound of horse could be heard, and Togusa swore he could see yellow helmet in the dark albeit only for a millisecond. Apparently the Black Rider was also looking for that person.
"Dotachin…"
"Calm down. He might still be alive."
"… Is this the end of Shizaya?"
Strange question aside, the realization as to who the victim was made Togusa nearly hit the car in front of them. Horns were blown then, but Togusa just clicked his tongue and drive faster.
There was no way Shizuo could die from falling. He had survived getting hit by a truck, after all. And so, only one possibility remained.
The idea though, was too strange. That person was usually calculative. He could predict almost everything with high accuracy. The idea of that person beaten by someone unknown was baffling. Togusa took out his cell phone despite the speed he's driving in and read the unopened mail.
'Please look for Orihara Izaya, focus on suicide spot in Ikebukuro and Shinjuku. He's most likely in near-death state. Can usually be seen wearing fur coat.'
When she got the mail from Mikado, Celty was having fun dinner time with Shinra. She tried cooking again, trying her best to follow the recipe down to the last comma, and just like before Shinra cried.
Though he claimed it's because her food was so delicious he had thought for a second that he's in heaven, but Celty couldn't trust him on that. And so, the headless woman had determined to cook more, to try to get even better.
Until one day, Shinra would eat her cooking with a smile.
Even so, at that time Shinra didn't say anything about 'The uniqueness of your cooking makes it better!' so Celty figured at least the taste wasn't that bad. Perhaps he really was telling the truth.
Celty looked contently at Shinra's seemingly happy face, ignoring the sound of her beeping PDA.
"Aren't you gonna answer that?"
Celty waved her hand. Looking at that Shinra sighed.
"You know, Celty, I'm really glad you care more about me more than about your job, but it could be something really important."
"Nothing is more important than me? Oh Celty, my love! I think I'm going to cry once more… Oh no! Not because of your cooking. Don't worry. Rather, next time make lot more! This is good! Eh? What do you mean I'm lying? You're a Godsend! Of course everything about you would be divine!"
"Ouch, Celty… It hurts… Well, since to me your punches are as lovely as kisses, I guess I can let it slide. Ouch! Ouch, Celty! My appendix!"
"But still, Celty… What if it's about your friends? If it's about Anri-chan? Or perhaps Mikado-kun?"
Hearing Shinra's solid logic, Celty wavered. A poof of black smoke came out from her neck, a sigh in Shinra's eyes, and she took out her PDA. Shinra smiled in approval and continue eating as he waited for her to tell him what's up.
But Celty stopped moving for ten whole second before her fingers danced on the keyboard as she searched the Dollars' forum for more details.
Shinra eyed her curiously, sensing something was not right.
"What's wrong, Celty? Don't tell me I was right?"
[In a way… But it's not Mikado or Anri… It's Izaya! What should I do, Shinra?]
"He did something bad again?"
[No… ah, according to Dollars' forum he's pushed from rooftop, but the details are left unclear... The poster apparently some girl Izaya talked into suicide few months back…]
Shinra's eyes widened slightly and his chopsticks fell from his hand. He was apparently as surprised as Celty was. To actually think that Izaya was actually beatable by anyone who's not Shizuo, who possessed not only herculean strength but also parkour skill!
"So… the trick is to lower his guard? Only the weak can beat him? Wait, it's not the time to think about that! Well… I want to say 'let's just ignore him because he clearly deserves it', but last time we did that he called police on us…"
And those words made Celty ran out of the apartment and search the city.
Excuse the OOC-ness. I'm new in this fandom.
No, despite what Erika said, it's not Shizaya fic. This is about Izaya's near-death experience. They say some receive prophecy during NDE, no? Although in the end it probably just some twisted dream.
So, it's your choice.
You can see this as 'Alice in Wonderland'-ish fic, if you want.