Izaya Orihara sat in a private room at a club in The Shinjuku district of Tokyo Japan, legs crossed as he watched a couple of young women walk in. He had been planning to meet the two women he had met online in one of the suicide pact websites.
"Have a seat," he said, motioning to the two seats by him. The two women sat down, looking at him, not sure how to start their conversation. Finally, one of them spoke.
"Um…Nakura?" she asked, as if to make sure this man was the one she had come to meet.
Izaya nodded as he heard the name he had given the two. "So tell me, why is it you ladies want to die?" Izaya took a sip from the wine glass he had been holding as he waited for a reply.
The women sat there in silence as if neither was sure what to say. One of them, who had medium raven hair, spoke first. " Well, like most straight women, I am a submissive. It's just, I can't take this. Being marked by someone, most of the time unwillingly, and then being bound to them forever. Just…why should we have to deal with that? I had tried to avoid it, until one day it just happened to me."
Izaya nodded. "I understand. Why should humans have to go through such a thing?"
He passed drinks to both women, who took them without question and began to drink. He then turned to the other, a woman with hair dyed a light shade of pink and blonde. "And you?" he asked.
The woman shook her head. "It's just really complicated," she said, taking another drink.
"I see," he said. "Death is such a tempting escape from these things, from all of our troubles."
Both women nodded.
"Tell me, what do you hope to find after death? Peace? Reincarnation?" he asked.
The raven-haired woman was the first to speak. "Anything is better than things are now," she said.
"Oh really? So you don't care where you are going? Heaven, Hell or if there is indeed nothing at all following death?"
The woman with the pink-colored hair looked at him. "Do you think there is a place for us after death?" she asked him.
Izaya gave a small chuckle. "Me? Well, I don't believe in the afterlife. I'm an atheist. I believe once you die, all that's left of you is the memories of those who knew you," he said.
"I do believe that is a possibility," said the woman with dyed hair. "But it could be wrong too," she said.
"Well, if I'm wrong, I know I'd be destined for Hell," he said. Izaya filled up another glass for both women and sat their drinks back on the table.
"Say Nakura.." the raven-haired girl started. "Why is it that you want to die? Don't you have anyone? A sub, maybe? Or was that person already marked?"
Izaya poured more wine in his glass and took a sip. "There are things I refuse to say to anyone. In fact… I don't exactly plan on dying today," he said as his mouth grew into a small smirk.
Both girls dropped their drinks. "Is this some kind of joke!?" the raven-haired girl yelled. "We made a pact, everything planned out!"
The colored-hair girl looked at him. "Did our families put you up to this? I knew they worried, but I didn't think they would hire some kind of weird suicide prevention counselor!"
Izaya raised a hand. "Oh no, I'm not into that line of work. I'm into something a lot more interesting," he said.
"Like what?" the raven-haired girl asked.
Izaya smirked and said, "human observation."
"You freak!" both women yelled.
Izaya just stood there and looked at them, saying nothing, with that smirk on his face.
The girl with the colored hair suddenly let out a yawn. "I feel so sleepy... I-what the hell were in those drinks!?" she said as she sat back down, trying to avoid hitting something.
The raven-haired girl shortly followed.
"Oh, nothing. Just a small drug to help you sleep."
Everything went black for the two women.
****
Izaya walked into his apartment, hanging his coat on a rack. He walked over to his desk and logged into the Dollars chat.
"Isn't the human race interesting..."