First DRRR story!
Oh em geezels I am excited. This story uses the DRRR! alternates – Psyche and Delic, Hibiya and Tsugaru, Roppi and Tsuki…
Also, lesser-known Shitzuo (parody of Kuroshitsuji Sebastian, but Shizuo), Sakuraya (pink kimono Izaya. Nice. Fluffy. Like Tsugaru but Izaya.), Virus 138 red and 420 both blue (Virus 420) and green (Psy-420) (rogue versions of Psyche and Delic computer programs) and… bah, isn't there a blue version of Psyche and a red version of Tsugaru?
Someone tell me this clearly, I am getting confused.
The alternates are costumes, though. Not really alternate personalities/people, it's just easier and there's a lot of roleplaying whatnot…
Now, to the story!
Orihara Izaya had a difficult, hard, and large problem when he looked down.
Not that sort of problem, but it might soon become one of those.
His laptop screen was flipped open, and as Izaya looked down at it, the screen displayed a picture of a tall handsome man, labeled "Virus 240 – once you see him, he corrupts your mind with his image forever!"
A tacky website. It was a website for the popular strip club 'Romance', some sort of tacky name perfect for this tacky website. 'Romance' - what kind of name was that? People don't go there for love, they watch other people strip!
Orihara had been assigned to research this club by Shinra, of all people.
Dammit, that idiot doctor is always getting me in a mess. Almost worse than protozoan Shizu-chan.
However, more pressing matters had to be thought of, as in researching this club and trying to hack its security defenses for possible secrets.
There was a problem as stated before. The problem was the photo. It was a man with a black and white clothing, only marred by a bright blue tie and headphones.
'Virus 240' had the exact same face, those recognizable long legs Izaya had seen chase after him for seven years, and those long fingers Izaya was used to seeing grabbing random pieces of public property and hurling the objects at him. The long, elegant fingers graced the pole with their touch and he leaned forward into the screen, zooming up on the face-
Is this even possible?
Could 'Virus 240' be…
A few hours ago, Celty stopped by Izaya's apartment, typing as always on her sleek black PDA.
Izaya had been at work, mocking his secretary Namie as usual, when the faint whinny of a horse could be heard combined with a motorcycle's roar. He excused himself from his own apartment with a "Don't burn the place down while I'm gone, Namie-san!" and got a reply of "Go die in a hole while you're at it!"
Hopping down the stairs three at a time, Izaya reached the street where he faced the Black Motorcycle and its rider.
[Izaya-san, how do you do?]
"Very well. Oh, and convenient! Ne, Celty-san, is there a heaven?"
Rapid clicking was heard. […What were you thinking about?]
"No, no, never mind. Anyway, I know you came here for a reason. Did Shinra finally lose it?"
[I'm taking you to Shinra's apartment – this is a matter of urgency Shinra'll discuss with you when you're there.]
"No. I am a busy man and will not subject to Shinra's whims!"
Celty's shoulders slumped as bit, as if she was sighing, then typed, [It's either that or I drag you there. This is a life or death situation, Izaya!]
"No, no, no! Sorry to say, I can't go, as-"
Izaya was cut short as a mass of dark shadows slid around his waist, bound him up tight while other black mass formed into a helmet onto his head. Celty hopped onto her motorbike, shadows still binding the reluctant informant, and started her drive to Shinra's.
"Shinra… Did you have Celty drag me here so you can collect my blood samples again?"
Izaya looked rather put out. After Celty had dumped him on the floor once they had reached Shinra's apartment (with much cursing on the way, courtesy of Orihara) he had refused anything and simply sat on the couch, legs crossed and nose arrogantly high up in the air.
"Aha, I'm sorry, but it was necessary, Izaya-san, or you wouldn't have come!"
The informant whipped out his switchblade and held it pointing toward Shinra.
"Tell me why. Now."
Shinra frowned, used to Izaya's death threats, and started to talk.
"See, I just had a case that came in recently, two days ago. He was covered head to toe in scratches with an unidentified poison in his shallow wounds. A woman dropped him off at my door, his girlfriend apparently, and told me that he was at 'Romance' a popular strip club. He went to the bathroom, and came back with these scratches-" Here, Shinra held up a photograph of the man, "while murmuring about viruses. Ten minutes after arriving here, he died. Later, we just assumed too much alcohol and let the case go, as I had no idea what the poison was. The next day, two more people arrived with the same injuries and died within ten minutes; all of them were previously at 'Sayonara Shalon'. I asked some of my medical friends and some reported the same situation at other nearby hospitals."
Shinra shifted in his seat nervously; and Celty had already disappeared to give the friends privacy.
Izaya sighed. "So you want me, as a professional and the best informant in Ikebukuro, to find out what this poison is and why people in this strip club are being poisoned. What I don't get is why you would care."
"I'm a doctor. I don't want people to die. Also, if this isn't solved soon, the police are going to get on it and they'll trace some of the victims to me and they'll find Celty and then they'll be so transfixed with her and they'll take her to jail because she's the Black Biker and, and, and I'll miss her so much and they'll torture Celty because she's so beautiful and they'll be messing with my Celty and I love her and-"
Izaya sat on the couch and coughed.
"Oh. Um, okay. So…"
"Payment?"
"I have to pay you? Didn't you say you 'loved all humans'?"
Izaya raised an eyebrow.
"Just because I love humans doesn't mean I care about whether random people are dying."
"Okay. How about 40% discount? For me?"
"20% because you've been my friend since middle school and I owe you for the bowtie incident."
Shinra thought for a second and then said, "35%."
"30%."
"Deal." said Shinra. They shook hands, and after, Izaya stood up to walk out.
"By the way, Shinra, Celty's taking a bath! Ooh, don't even think on peeking on her, how scandalous~"
The door slammed shut with a bang and Shinra sat on the couch, smiling and thinking of images only existing in his mind.
As mentioned before, Izaya was typing at his computer.
A warning sign popped up, and he was immediately ejected out of his browser with a "404 – Error not found" window.
In spite of its seedy reputation, 'Romance' seemed to have high-tech encryption. Izaya's hacking skills were exceptional, however, he was not trained to hack or know detailed coding like those famous tech nerds in Silicon Valley. Just enough skills to get him through Shinra's laptop security at least.
Flicking through the lines of glowing letters and symbols after regaining his browser window, Izaya came across a list of new recruits and registered workers at the strip club. One of the few things he could hack into - the strangest part was whoever created this website knew their stuff. The elaborate coding to create a simple looking website was a bit suspicious, and the added (possibly illegal) security heightened Izaya's instincts about something that was not right here.
Scrolling though the lists… Person, person, person, person person person… ahh. Shizuo Heiwajima. So he did work there. There was no mention of a stage name or any identification, just simply a name underneath 'Employed in Romance'. Next to the list of … Dancers? Bartenders? Backstage workers? All employees? was another list of possible recruits.
He contemplated a rare plan of action. He was a self-admitted coward, thank you very much.
…Is this worth the information?
Shinra'll pay me. Don't be fooled, he actually is very wealthy.
I have enough money though, there's no point in having any more.
Danger? The problems at any strip club. Shizu-chan. People finding out. Rumors that will not benefit me; humans will just look down upon myself as a slut.
Benefits? Insider info. Something to do, after all, if I'm able to watch humans in a special environment while I work on a high priority mission, then I don't have to research on my computer all day and deal with Namie.
Ahh, why not just mess with Shizu-chan?
It's sealed, then~
Izaya Orihara deleted a name from the recruits list and replaced it with 'Nakura Takahashi'. He then proceeded to print out the paperwork required for his alias and forms from the website he would need.
Tomorrow, the meeting would commence, or 'tryouts'.
I've got just the right clothing, and the next thing you know, this job will be mine… So much more interesting than staying here and listening to Namie bitch and mess with Tanaka Taro-san!
Tomorrow, Izaya would be in some terms, a spy.
All he needed was a wig, some makeup, and was unrecognizable. A different style of layered haircut, dark brown like that famous monster relation, Kasuka-san, and some hazel brown contacts – ha! It wasn't Orihara Izaya in a disguise but as a handsome, twenty-one year old drop dead sexy man in some dubious clothing.
What can he say? Izaya has his secret lover in the mirror with a color coordinated walk-in closet. Not to mention, a huge infamous reputation for trouble.
Of course he'd have disguises.
Izaya wore arctic white shorts, knee-high midnight black boots and a short, short little black top with a collar. Artfully topped with a white bow tie, of course.
Swaggering outside, Izaya gave himself a once over in the mirror beside his door, and then locked the door to his flat then took the glass elevator down.
Strolling though Ikebukuro was fun in this outfit.
After all, when do you see a pretty guy walking like he owned the town (which Izaya did, to some extent) and in revealing clothes?
Sure, people ignored him, but others were ready to drool. Those were the best to manipulate, but right now his focus was on avoiding Shizu-chan.
A tall blonde head appeared above the crowd, and Izaya swerved to avoid it by ducking into an alley and using parkour skills to latch onto a fire escape ladder.
Wait, it wasn't the monster after all. Just an unusually tall man with blond hair. How rare.
Hopping from roof to roof, Izaya slid down to the ground from a ledge and looked up at the sign, as of now dimmed and with bright sunlight glinting off of it.
'Romance' it read.
Emil: 'Romance' is an actual strip club in Ikebukuro's red light district, correct me if I'm wrong, it may be a bar or a brothel.
Got the name from a guys personal blog about visiting Japan, that's where I got the idea :D
Izaya: This chapter is a bit short and only an intro, but bear with this! There will be more plot and action later~
Author: And I do not do smut, only if it is necessary to the plot I will. Sorry to disappoint…
Shizuo: … Alright, fangirls who are not 100% reading a story for the… uh… you know what… o/o, please review!
Emil: *coughcough porn, you heard me Shizuo, porn coughcough*
Izaya: Because I want to see Shizuo strip!
Emil: -_- ' Anyway, please review and please give me some constructive criticism. Like Izaya. I don't understand his character sometimes and Shizuo I understand better... so if they're OOC for something that should obviously be not by the word of Ryohgo Narita, don't hesitate to correct me...
EDIT: Dammit, for some reason the line breaks keep on deleting, and every time I try to save this doc in the Doc Manager, my browser window goes to a code? website thing? that says "about:blank". WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?! It's driving me crazy.
Sorry for spamming with updates, that is actually me trying to get the line breaks to show.