Chapter one: Cold Confusion
Izaya could remember the last time he was this confused. He and his family had been visiting the states for summer vacation and he had caught the flu. Now, Izaya prided himself on his health, so when he caught the flu it took him down hard. He remembered being confused and sluggish for days.
But compared to this confusion, he'd do anything to have this be as simple as the flu. But no. Instead he was alone on a mountain, cold and confused. His mind too drug addled to truly comprehend what was going on.
He remembered waking up in the snow, wearing someone else's clothes. A much too thin red plaid shirt along with a vague band T-shirt. A pair of skinny jeans and red converse, along with a large water bottle tied to his waist.
Taking a moment to focus, Izaya came to the conclusion that he needed to head down the mountain. Even with the drugs flowing through his system, he had the mind to realize the snow meant he was most likely on Mount Fuji. Depending on where he was he could head towards Hoeizan, Futatsuzuka, or maybe Asagizuka... Hopefully he was near any of those places... He didn't remember the last time he was this cold.
Stumbling forward, Izaya began to make his way down the side of the mountain, wishing he had on thicker clothes, that the snow wasn't this deep... That he was at home...
Namie would immediately know what had happened. He had sent her to the store to get tea, he had a short meeting after all and was going to be out for the next three of the day. He needed her to go out and stock up. She would be back in at least half an hour and when she found the tell tale note the serial kidnapper was known for leaving she would immediately call the police.
"Come in, please."
"Thank you, Orihara-san."
Izaya gestured to the seat across from him, the middle of a large black 'L' shaped couch, as he placed two tea cups atop the table. The man was a new customer, Shingen Noriyuki. A professor from Waseda University, pretty average looking guy if you didn't pay attention to how ugly he was. Izaya decided he was one of the most unattractive people he'd ever seen. The man was looking for his son, Nero.
"So, Shingen-san. How may I be of your assistance?" Izaya gave the man a soft smile, making him believe he was truly there to help. Izaya believed he had some use for the man, he needed to tap into the naive parts of his mind that saw Izaya as a child.
"Ah, I'm looking for my son. His name is Nero. Shingen Nero. He's twenty-five years old. I have a picture if you'd like?"
Taking the picture, Izaya studied the face. The man, oddly enough looked exactly like Izaya except for his darker brown eyes. He was wearing a red plaid shirt along with some band T-shirt. He was smiling widely at the camera while standing atop a rock in the middle of a river.
Smiling up at the man again, Izaya gestured for him to stay seated. "This shouldn't take too long, just give me a moment." And he headed over to his computer, taking his tea with him.
Oddly enough it was rather easy for Izaya to find the information he needed. Taking a sip of his tea he began to read. 'Body of Shingen Nero discovered on Mount Takao. Police suspect Homicide.' The headline had caught him off guard, did this man not know? Taking another few gulps of his tea, he continued reading.
'Shingen Noriyuki has been arrested for questioning. Police say he is considered a suspect in his son's murder'. Izaya paused at this. Why would the man be looking for his son if he already knew he was dead, not to mention that he was a suspect? Maybe he was in dynile? Izaya finished off his tea as he continued reading. 'Suspect Shingen Noriyuki disappeared.' A photo of the man Izaya had sitting in his office showed Noriyuki in such a different light. The man was a mess, disheveled hair, dark eyes and a grimace on his face. Oh the way media portrayed the 'guilty'.
The next article he found showed Noriyuki walking out of a court house. 'Shingen Noriyuki found Not Guilty' But Izaya froze, his attention no longer on the article. The words had begun to blur together, and his customer was standing up from the couch, a smirk on his face. Izaya began to stand only to fall to the floor, hitting his head on the hardwood.
'You've seen the reports haven't you?'
'That serial kidnapper? The one that takes people to random uninhabited places? That's me... And you're the next prize!'
'See, one thing they never really let out for the public to know is that I leave hints. See, I write up a list of cryptic hints on how to find the prize, and if they don't find it in thirty-six hours, well... I kill it the same way they killed my son...'
His body wasn't listening to him. It wasn't LISTENING to him. Why wasn't it moving!?
Noriyuki pulled an envelope out of his pocket, placing it atop the coffee table before walking over to Izaya.
'Time to go to sleep...' He grinned as he placed the rag over Izaya's mouth. Izaya's body unwilling to fight against his own abduction.
'This was annoying' Namie thought as she read through the letter again, picking up the phone and dialing the police.
Why did that stupid man have to get himself into trouble all the time? What had he done to attract the attention of a murderer?
"Hello, Shinjuku Police Department. What is your emergency?"
"Hello, my name is Yagiri Namie. I've just discovered a letter stating that..." She thought of how to phrase this... "An acquaintance of mine has been kidnapped."
"What is your address and who is this acquaintance?"
"Orihara Izaya. The Okiji Building floor 6 apartment 203."
NOTE: I have no idea what building floor or apartment Izaya lives in. Please rate and review! I hope this one goes places..