DAY 1
Izaya began to yawn, stretching as he walked down the stairs— the sounds of cars whooshing by in front of his apartment was the first thing he heard and he loved it. Loved it despite many others preferring chirps from birds than the loud noises that comes with the city life. To him, this seems more like living compared to a peaceful countryside that he knew Shizuo dreamt so much of.
"For people like us," the window of his office felt cool against his fingertips, the clear glass reflecting his smiling expression.
"Being in the city gives us the illusion that we're close to these humans."
Hence, less loneliness, but he'd never admit that part out loud.
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[ No one is in the chat room right now.
CHROME: No one is here?
CHROME: Hm, everyone must be busy.
CHROME: Well! I'll come again later, then. ]
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Namie's absence was only brought to his attention when he averted his gaze from his phone, slipping it into the pocket of his jeans. He thought that he'd slept past his alarm which was supposed to go off at seven, so she should be around by now, yet the files he'd put on his desk for her to take were still untouched.
"Namie-san," he called out, unmoving from his spot but he peered into the kitchen to see if she was making herself some coffee.
Her sharp remarks didn't grate on his ears.
"Ne, did she wander off to Seiji again? I guess I'll go to Ikebukuro, then."
It never crossed his mind that perhaps something odd was brewing in the air (after having grown used to Namie skipping days of work without any notice), he didn't think much about Namie's disappearance, reaching for his jacket and slipping it on to get on with his day. He could still feel fatigue weighing his body down but nothing he could do about it, if he slept in some more, then he would miss something interesting that might be taking place right now.
"It's quite early for my liking, but they say 'The early bird catches the worm'. What can I do when people demand my presence at such time? I have to keep my loved ones pleased," a sigh of contentment slipped past his lips while he kept himself occupied by tossing his switchblade and catching it during the walk to catch a train.
Normally, it would be packed with busy working men. However, ths time the train ride was rather uneventful.
There were less people than usual. Although he didn't enjoy being sandwiched between sweaty bodies, it was slightly disappointing to know that he couldn't see a variety of people in their vulnerable state. The anxiety obvious on their faces as they wait for the train to arrive at their destination, worrying about being late and for a moment, they forget to put on a smiling mask for the strangers to see.
He picked the old lady sitting across of him, and from her resting expression alone, he concluded that she was a sweet person— the smile she had on telling him that she was lonely, perhaps because her children have moved away for work or to focus on their families. The grocery she had seemed to be barely enough for one person, too, and he wondered if it was because she was short on money or she only needed that much and had more stored at home.
Izaya would've liked to start up a conversation with her and prove that his guesses were right (it gives him a bit of satisfaction to start his day with) but he didn't have much time on his hands as the ride to Ikebukuro didn't take that long. From what he observed of her, too, it was most likely that she'd eventually talk about her life which leads to a long chat.
"Is this your stop?"
A soft voice asked him when he got up on his feet, fingers holding on to the straps for support, and his gaze locked with the old woman's once he lifted his chin up to look at her once again. Could she have noticed his stare? It didn't matter, though, he thought as he smiled in response.
"Yes. I'll be going first."
Before the doors closed behind him, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the people inside were watching him, and that no one else were getting off at this station.
It set off an uneasy feeling inside of him. Izaya didn't know why until he turned to face ahead, finding the station to be quiet and void of life, as though it was closed for renovation, which couldn't have been it since he wasn't told not to get off here. To confirm his suspicion, he ran outside, heart beating fast behind his ribcage but he couldn't care less.
The sight before him left his breathless, pupils widening in shock and lips parted but he couldn't utter a word, not to even express the shock. Some of the city lights were still on, signs and billboards still flashing those rainbow colours just like every other day, but there was no sound of people laughing and chatting to each other— there wasn't any sound at all. It was silent, and there was no one around except him.
Ikebukuro was like an abandoned city.
"Wh…" he swallowed, mind muddled from the sudden swarm of thoughts of what could've happened, but still, he attempted to pull himself out of it to put on a strong front.
"Could this be a prank? If it is, that's very impressive, to be able to unite as a whole city since I would've thought that at least one person would disagree to the plan."
The switchblade he always kept hidden in his sleeve, he slid it out onto his palm, ready to flick it open in case of a sudden ambush. There was no telling that some people weren't hiding behind the buildings or inside of an alley, just waiting for the right time where he gets close enough for them to take him down. It was paranoid thinking but Izaya still treaded the street carefully.
What he should be feeling was fear, but despite the immense confusion, he was actually more thrilled than anything. Nothing like this has taken place before. No one has dared to do such thing to him before, for they were too afraid that he would retaliate— but this? It didn't limit to just a group of people, but the whole city! Isn't that exciting?
It was odd that the usually buzzing city was now filled with so much silence that he could hear every crinkling sound his shoes made when they stepped on the fallen leaves of autumn, no shoulders brushing past his and only an empty street greets his eyes.
"Things really do move fast in this city," the laugh rasped in his throat.
"You take your eyes off it for a second and hundreds of things could happen."
Normally, this part of Ikebukuro would be filled with the familiar shouts of Simon promoting Russia Sushi, but he hadn't seen any sign of Simon anywhere—not even when he stepped into the restaurant. To assume that Simon was out to make deliveries didn't seem very logical when everyone else was missing too.
"I guess we have 100% off today. What a shame! If I had known, I wouldn't have bought a box last night. You could've told me, Simon."
Izaya leaned over the counter, his fingers picking up a piece of fatty tuna which he then proceeded to put on his tongue, moaning in satisfaction when the familiar taste he loved hit his tongue just right.
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"Hm, chocolate sushi is the special today? But I'd rather stick to my favourite, Dennis-san," Izaya stated casually despite knowing there wouldn't be any response, snatching another piece of his favourite sushi and nudging the blackboard sign with his foot— he noted that the Japanese characters were written rather clumsily, which was probably Simon's work (he guessed as much from the broken Japanese).
"I wonder where you two got the idea to combine these ingredients together. Cheese sushi, pasta sushi, and now chocolate sushi, they're definitely interesting but business must not be doing well lately. If this goes on the internet, however, it'll be much better. So if you're interested in that, you can call me over and I'll set it up for you. About the payments…."
"…I can accept payment in the form of sushi."
The silence that lingered only made Izaya grow bored, and he hopped off the counter after tossing the piece of fish into his mouth, humming a happy tune under his breath as he chewed it. He didn't forget to wave at the spot Dennis always stood behind the counter before leaving the premise.
"Well, I'll come again later!"
"Now, where to?"
"Shiki-san!"
Izaya threw the doors opened without a care, letting them make a loud bang when they crashed into the wall. It wasn't like anyone was around to hear it, anyway. Of course, he'd prepared himself ahead to not expect Shiki to be there, but it still disappointed him a little to see the room empty. It already didn't have much, only a coffee table and a few couches.
Something red akin to blood on the wall caught his attention, urging him to inspect it, but much to his dismay, it was only an old stain.
"Hm, that's boring," he frowned, straightening his back and tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Seemed like finding clues proved to be harder than he thought it'd be.
"You brought your goons with you, too. How inconsiderate. I personally think that I should have at least one bodyguard to shield me from whatever it is that made you evacuate, or died without a trace. Unless of course, you planned to find another informant— but I suit your taste better, right?"
Izaya threw himself onto a couch, pulling his phone out to open the Dollars website, only to see posts from last night that he'd read before he slept. There was nothing else, nothing about Ikebukuro turning this way or any apocalypse warning, and the strangest of it all was that there wasn't any article regarding it on the web search either.
He briefly wondered if there was someone destroying all the evidences.
Perhaps one of his acquaintances would know?
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Calling Kine …
"The person you have called is unavailable right now. Please leave a message after the beep."
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Calling Pizza Delivery …
"The person you have called is unavailable right now. Please leave a message after the beep."
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Calling Shinra …
"The person you have called is unavailable right now. Please leave a message after the beep."
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Calling Shizu-chan …
Beep beep. Beep Beep. Beep beep.
Clack.
Beep.
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Izaya arched a brow at the screen— he'd already parted his lips to speak when Shizuo hung up on him without uttering a word, not even the usual long growl of 'Izaya' or a grunt Shizuo always made under his breath whenever he was angry. He didn't even expect Shizuo to pick up, but at the very least now he knew that Shizuo was still alive, as he'd predicted.
He didn't think anything could kill Shizuo.
How coincidental was it that at that moment, there was a sound outside, as if someone accidentally knocked over a trash can or something. It piqued his interest, and he immediately rushed to get outside before he lost whoever it was. It could've been a mere cat but Izaya wasn't going to take that chance and miss the opportunity to meet the last resident of Ikebukuro, regardless of the fact that that person might be Shizuo.
"Shizu-chan?"
"Don't you want to play? I'm sorry I wasn't around yesterday! Surely you can't be mad about that. Look, it's just you and me here. You can't settle for someone else, so why not come out and face me?"
The street was still silent the way he'd first discovered it forty minutes ago, which meant Shizuo wasn't nearby, as Shizuo wouldn't have been this quiet if he was to hear Izaya's voice in Ikebukuro. Knowing that there was someone left, but the person turned out to be Izaya, now wouldn't that be such a nightmare? It would be amusing to see Shizuo's reaction to that.
"So you're not Shizu-chan. Who is it, then?"
No reply.
Not surprising. He looked around to find the person -if it was a human- who could've even been the perpetrator and stayed around to see how Izaya was doing when he was presented with this absurd situation. All of these theories inside his head were only feeding his interest more and more, causing it hard for him to keep his patience in check. Where's the fun in figuring out the answer so soon?
Failing to find that person, Izaya continued his search, only this time for any sign of Shizuo instead, because there was no way that people could've brought him along if they were evacuating, right? Well, unless he'd threatened them, or Kasuka had forced him to come along.
"It's so laughable I can throw up," he exhaled with a smile, "How can there be so many people who still bother with him when they know that he's not one of them? Someone who's so short tempered and can break their bones in a second should be isolated, but they flock to him anyway. But… what can I say? Such monstrous strength is fascinating, so Shizu-chan can be showcased like animals in zoo. It'll be very entertaining to the public eye."
"Where could that monster be?"
Twenty minutes had passed since he started searching, and he still didn't catch even a glance of that silly bartender outfit Shizuo always wore, nor his bleached hair that always stood out in the crowd. Izaya did consider that Kasuka could've taken Shizuo away from Ikebukuro out of his so-called sibling love, but there was no harm in trying. After all, he was sure that Kasuka would eventually get tired of Shizuo's nonsense, too. It was simple to understand that monsters and humans don't mix well together.
Speaking of siblings—
Izaya had one of his own, two, to be precise, whom he'd forgotten until Shizuo and Kasuka crossed his mind. Those two troublemakers didn't even have the decency to tell their brother of what was befalling Ikebukuro. He figured calling them would probably result in the same voicemail, thus he clicked on another contact that he didn't use often.
"Hello," he spoke, and the feminine voice from the other line answered him, quite cheerfully, he might add.
It had been awhile since he last phoned his mother.
"Do you know where Kururi and Mairu are?"
"No… it's nothing. Never mind, then, if you haven't. I thought they'd say something to you."
The twins' apartment wasn't far away from where he was at, and he considered whether he should go and check, despite knowing that they wouldn't be there. After moving out, he barely ever visited it. Perhaps there would be some clues left there? He often saw Kururi and Mairu popping up in the chat room and discussing the current events that were unfolding in Ikebukuro. If their laptop or phones are still there, he could search for information on those.
"I am taking care of myself," he replied, barely catching the question she threw at him after a handful of stories relating to their lives there.
Izaya headed straight to the elevator when he arrived at the apartment, phone still pressed against his ear but he wasn't really listening, only catching bits of what she was rambling about— nothing important, anyway. He thought he'd have to pick the lock, but the door wasn't even closed, partly opened and it made a creak when he pushed it, stepping into the room and expecting to see a trashed room. However, it was the opposite.
"Mairu can take care of herself and Kururi, there was a reason why I applied her to learn self-defence with someone I know."
The laptop was there, but it was out of battery. He'd have to bring it back to his office to charge.
Next to the laptop, there was a framed picture of their family, which was taken from a long time ago. The twins were still babies and there was a little Izaya holding on to his mother's skirt, smiling at the camera.
"Where did they get this?"
It brought forth an odd feeling inside of him that there was a possibility he could no longer hear the sound of Mairu's loud voice and the occasional 'how are you's' from Kururi.
Looking over them had been a nuisance since he barely had time for himself when he was at home, and their parents were always away, but Izaya wasn't a person who'd forget of the warm memories for when he did enjoy their company— no, he still remembered those. They often bothered him even when he moved away once he deemed they were old enough to take care of themselves.
Although whenever they lay their eyes upon him now, they've been making attempts to injure him (mostly Mairu)—the promise that Shizuo made with them was probably to blame (he doubted Shizuo would actually let them meet Kasuka even if the deed is done) but there were still specific times that stood out to him, like when they asked for his help regarding information they desired to know of or begged him to treat them ice cream just because they refused to use their own money.
It still felt rather good to know that he was needed.
Almost like he was needed by the humans he adored, except that he was never that invested in them since he considered them to be one individual split in halves and thus were like each other's mirror. They then changed because of what he said, stubbornly tried to form their own separate personalities and he felt slight guilt for being the cause of that— yet he didn't change his mind.
There was no reason for him to toy with his own family, his flesh and blood that he'd raised and cared for, despite how many times he'd thought of them as nothing but troublesome burden he was forced to carry.
"Family, huh?" Izaya muttered to himself, the nail of his forefinger tapping the frame as he scrutinized the picture, unable to tear his gaze away from it.
More memories were starting to crawl into his mind, and he shrugged it off, deciding that he shouldn't linger around and reminisced during such dire time. There were far more important things that he had to do, that'd contribute something to his research as to what was happening in Ikebukuro. Plus, he didn't like that feeling very much— the feeling of being weak.
"I have to go. I'll call you again later."
Izaya didn't wait for the other line to respond to end the call, tucking his phone away, and he approached the window to have a breath of fresh air— opening the window and folding his arms on the windowsill.
He recalled how Namie always mentioned that humanity hated his guts, and although he knew that was the truth to an extent, was it that hatred that drove them to disappear without a trace from Ikebukuro? It must've taken a lot of courage for them to act on this and not expect Izaya to search for them. Surely it wouldn't be that hard to locate them, right? The mass amount of Ikebukuro inhabitants would make his job tremendously easy. There was no way no one didn't see them.
Unless, some kind force or virus did this, and he was the only one unaffected, which made sense since he was in Shinjuku at the time. Would it take such a short time, however? Izaya was in Ikebukuro until five in the morning last night.
A quick glance at his watch told him that it was only fifty past eight.
What could've happen within the span of three hours?
The Dollars website had been quiet, too, and didn't update on anything regarding the situation. It was a bit odd given that they were always so eager to report every little thing that was happening in Ikebukuro. Perhaps a live-blog of what happened was a bit too much for him to expect from them?
Izaya brushed the tip of his finger across his bottom lip, the corners of his mouth stretching into a grin as he continued to assess the surroundings for more clues.
"Interesting."
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Note: ! hi sorry abt may 4. anyway, this is a new fic and it'll have like 8 chapters. ill try to make the chaps better next time. :-) fun trivia: did u know that this fic is inspired by a spongebob episode? yeah? yeah. anyway i hope you enjoyed that! leave a comment on what you think so far, comments make me happyyy. thank you so much for reading!