This is real.
This is not a game.
I'm not playing anymore
They are. They're playing with me. With my life. They're playing with my body, my feelings.
I'm an object.
Something they will throw away when they don't need it anymore.
I'm not human.
I'm a thing they can use as they wish.
They can play with me wherever, whenever they want.
I'm dead.
I may not be dead literally, but I'm not alive either.
Even though I don't want to die. I'm dead.
No one will miss me in any way. I'm nothing and I'll disappear like nothing.
I did nothing that would mark the world, so I live and I die, and nobody will ever know.
I'm already dead.
That's why you don't need to kill me, -.
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Finally, winter break is here and the students of Raira academy are running from school like prisioners getting free from prison. Well, except for a few wiser students, who decided to stay back and wait until everyone was far away, so they wouldn't be in danger of being smashed to death somewhere in the crowd. Three of them could be named as Kida Masaomi, Sonohara Anri and Ryuugamine Mikado. The later two, fortunately, had to stay in class until later because of their teacher, who needed their help for something, and Masaomi said he was going to wait for his friends as an excuse to not go outsider. It was dangerous, he thought.
They were happy with the end of school, but it was not the subject of their conversations lately. As they know, something strange has been happening in Ikebukuro. Not just there, maybe all Tokyo. The TV channels were filled with different incidents that happened everyday, no exceptions. That single day was the first in months, nobody had died yet. The first incident happened in May, four people died. As they remembered well, it was a male teenager, a younger boy and two little girls. Their parents were murdered the day after. Since then, one person dies every day. First a boy. Then a girl and the next day another little girl. But the parents didn't die, neither did people with more than twelve years. It seemed like a code or something. It was very strange.
A message. They concluded it had to be a message for someone, but who? Maybe the murderer was someone who lost his or her family. Maybe he was someone who wanted to kill a family like this. Perhaps he was following someone who had a family like this and wanted to kill them. It could be the message, but it was very vague. It was truly difficult to understand what was happening.
"Maybe it's just a psychopath who does not know what he's doing!" Masaomi threw his right arm to the side, wrapping it around his friend's neck, who gasp a little, not at the action, but at the comment.
"Masaomi! Even though you may be right, that person killed more than two hundred people already!"
"How could that be?" He smiled, than looked up at the sky, trying to calculate. Well, one month has about thirty days, it happened in May so it passed seven months. Seven times thirty is... two hundred and ten? But he certainly killed more so, that's right! "Got it!"
"What?"
"I got that you're right! Ha!" Mikado sighed deeply, thinking about how his friend wasn't taking that situation as he should. Two hundred people is a lot, even though only Tokyo has about thirteen million people. If this continues, what could happen? It passed seven months and nobody could stop it. They had to do something. Maybe the Dollars would help. He picked up his phone and entered the Dollars site. "What are you doing?" He had already tried it, but it wouldn't hurt to try again.
'Everyone! This is the Dollars leader. I'm here to ask you to look for the culprit of this killings, which started in May. If anyone finds out something about it, anything, please tell me! We need to stop this right now!' It should be enough. Hope it results. The Dollars had helped a lot, maybe they would do what they can to help again. At least some of them.
"You asked the Dollars for help?" Asked Masaomi, leaning forward onto the other's cellphone.
Mikado nodded, putting his phone back in his pocket. "I need all the information I can get."
"What about Orihara Izaya?" Sonohara asked as she stopped on her track. The two friends looked back to glare at her, but she was looking down at the floor, mumbling something to herself. "He's a great informant, he may know something." The others didn't seem conviced at all, so she went on."I don't like him either, but we have to admit he's really good in his job. And he's part of the Dollars. You actually asked him for help."
"We are not going to ask him for help." Kida glared knives at the girl unintentionally as he was actually seeing the informant instead of the girl. She understood his hatred for the man, she knew of everything the informant have done to them and to the whole Ikubukuro. She knew that, but it was true he could help them. He's obviously really deep into these killings, even if it has nothing to do with some plan of his. If they ask him for information, he would probaby give it to them, unless he didn't want to. It was his job, after all. Why wouldn't he tell them?
And that wasn't everything. He had been more.. invisible since the incidentes started. Yes, he still pissed off the 'monster', he still pissed off a lot of people he found, including them, he still pissed off everyone. But the way he was doing that. One day, he was almost caught by his tracker, but pretended it didn't happen and just ran off. He was truly involved in this. It had something to do with him, she knew. Something big was going to happen and he knew. He knew something they didn't but needed to know. He knew something!
"He knows something!" The males were taken aback by that. They never really heard the other yell. Not that they remembered. She never yelled at them, she was usually the most quiet of the three. It was strange, was she scared about this situation? They couldn't blame her, they themselves were quite scared. Mostly because they didn't know what was really happening and what would happen next. They were safe if the murdered decided to keep the code, knowing he does not kill anyone under the age of twelve. But that just makes things worse and more difficult. They really needed help if they wanted to solve this, but there isn't anyone who would help them.
A few days before, they had asked Kadota Kyohei and his gang for information, but he knew nothing and even told us to ask the informant. They had asked Celty too, but she knew nothing as well and just said she would talk to her boyfriend, Kishitani Shinra, if he knew something. They needed help but nobody could help them! What would they do? "Sushi!" Masaomi clapped his hands at the idea of eating sushi for dinner that night. It was a marvelous idea for him, but his friends didn't seem to understand the meaning of that. "We could go to Russia Sushi tonight!" Their eyes widened a little as they realised what the blond really wanted to do there, besides eating. It was easy to understand what the other's thinking when looking deep in his eyes, and they knew exactly how to do it. To understand the look in his eyes. It was a useful quality, which allowed them to understand the ´look in people's eyes. It helped a lot with closed ones.
They all decided to go with him. The idea of asking Simon Brezhnev if he knew something was the best he had in quite a while. They had seen him talking to Izaya a lot, maybe he knew something Izaya had told him. Shinra was a good option too, but it could wait. Now they were going to ask Simon about these killings. And he would answer them, even if it was just a rumor, an idea, anything! They needed information and, even though that's what he's supposed to do, they didn't feel like asking Orihara Izaya for it. It just didn't feel like a good plan.
Mikajima Saki, the actual girlfriend of Masaomi, had already talked to him about Izaya and how she knew he was into this killings. Just like the monster of Ikebukuro had said once, 'violent, screwed-up crap that doesn't make any sense is ninety nine percent likely to involve' him. She agreed, just like the rest of the world, perhaps. She understood that, once she idolized the man, but now she knew who he really is. Not the God she thought he was. Saki tried to convence her boyfriend to talk with the informant about this, but he wouldn't do such a thing. Only if he was really desperate.
They decided to go straight to Russia Sushi, hoping they could talk a little before eating. They didn't know who was going to be there as well.
...
Heiwajima Shizuo, the so called 'Monster of Ikebukuro', was having one of his normal days at work. Pissed off as always, though the flea hadn't show up yet. Since almost eight in the morning, he has been dealing with old crappy people who were easily able to find the most ridiculous excuse to why they didn't have the money to pay their damn debts. One of them actually had the guts to spill coffee on his bartender suit, which was gave to him by his little brother, Heiwajima Kasuka. He'd seen his brother that day, the only good thing that happened the whole damn day. He was being interviewed by some weirdos who had nothing to do besides annoying other people. He felt like punching them all, but he couldn't. They were just doing their work, probably.
Speaking of annoying people, he remembered the known informant, who hadn't shown up in front of him all day. That was a bad thing, absolutely. He was well aware of the killings that started in May, some people thought he was the one to blame at first, but then they rethinked. People were getting killed everyday, it was very strange, and he was a hundred percent sure it had to do with the flea. It just had to, that bastard is always planning something bad, doing bad things and being.. the flea, damnit!
"Shizuo-kun?" Tom was looking curiously at the twisted cigarette in his bodyguard's hand. It was quite late by that moment, so maybe they could call it a day. "We're over now. You can go rest, if you want."
"What? No! Now I need to punch someone!" He growled.
"What about dinner?" He looked up at the mocha eyes of his employee, who didn't seem to understand what the other was saying. He thought it could be a good idea, taking him to some known restaurante so he could relax a little. He had been quite stressful lately. "I mean, why don't we go have dinner at some restaurant?"
He seemed to ponder this for a moment before agreeing, throwing his cigarette on the floor and smashing it with his right foot. "Can it be Russia Sushi. I'd like to talk to Simon." He said, calmer that time.
"Simon? What's wrong with him?"
"I see him talking a lot with that louse, he may know something we don't about this crap."
"You mean the killings? Why would he know something, Shizuo?"
"I don't know! That's why I want to talk to him. To know if he knows something about what we don't know if he knows what we don't-!" He stopped, processing what he said as if trying to understand his own words.
"That doesn't make sense at all..." Tom sighed deeply as the other kept rambling about how he knew Izaya was really deep into this crap and how he was certain Simon knew something. He even thought about asking Shinra about it, knowing Izaya and he were friends, or kind of. But he shrugged it off. Maybe he would ask him later.
They agreed to go to Russia Sushi that night. Talking to Simon and getting things clear, or not. But neither of them knew someone else was going to be there.
...
Celty Sturluson was bored as hell because she didn't have work to do and nobody to talk to besides Shinra, who did nothing but stare at a little box someone had sent him seven months before. He didn't talk at all, he just nodded so Celty would know he was listening, but he was strangely quiet, and she didn't like that at all. In the end, she decided to drag him down the street, go out with him for once. Maybe they could go have dinner together at some restaurant. No, probably he wasn't in the mood of having dinner at a restaurant full of people. A simple ride on her motorcycle should be enough.
She even thought he would jump onto her, smiling happily and saying her name with his cheerful voice. But he didn't. He stood quietly and walked with her towards the moto, sat onto it and held still. He didn't nothing he should have done, and it was concerning the Dullahan. It wasn't normal, the man used to be always smiling, but now he didn't smile at all. He would just stare at the box he had in his hands. He didn't open it, though. He did work, but when he finished he would just go get the box, sit down on the couch and stare at it.. again. What was going on with him?
In their way they found Kadota and the others getting out of their van. They waved at her as she passed and she waved back. They would just keep going, but Shinra made her stop on her track to wave at the other. "Hey, Kadota! We're you going?" He asked. Celty could say he was back to normal, but he wasn't. The voice wasn't as cheerful, the wave of hand was weaker and the look in his eyes wasn't at all happy. She thought maybe it was because of the killings that have been happening lately, besides that little box and whatever was inside it. Lots of people died in about seven months, ans he was strangely affected by that. Nobody he knew died, as she knew. And he was normal in the day that happened. But then something happened and his mood changed right away.
He had said "'What a horrible way to die. A teen, a boy and two little girls'" in the first day. He had looked at the clock and his face changed slightly when he realised which day and what time, but she didn't think it was something weird. Maybe he had just forgot.
Then in the second day "'The parents of those children who died yesterday... a whole family..'" He was not normal that day, but the difference was minimum. She couldn't tell something was really wrong with him, not before thinking about it for a long time.
But then it got worse. The third day died another young boy, at the age of twelve. The fourth day died a little girl who was about three years old. The next day died a girl with the same age as the last one. Then the boy, then a girl, then another girl. He seemed to be freaking out about that. It was a code and he knew it! He knew that code, but he couldn't tell anyone! Not even to his beloved Dullahan. He needed to talk to him. That was going beyond limits.
"We're going to eat at Russia Sushi." Answered Kadota while closing the door and locking the van.
"We talked to ShizuShizu! He said he was going to be there too! Maybe we find Izaya in the way!" Karisawa Erika exclaimed, jumping a little as she spoke. She stepped back a little when her friend, Yumasaki Walker, gestured her to, to talk a little more about the possibiliti of finding the informant.
"Wanna come?" Asked Togusa Saburo after checking the van to see if everything was alright with it.
Celty picked up her PDA and started typing on it the answer. She then brought it up to Kadota's face, a few inches away from him so he could read. "Is it okay if we go with you? Shinra's been acting weird and I want to cheer him up."
"Really?" Walker leaned forward onto her PDA to read the message, looking surprised at it. "What happened?"
She brought back her PDA, typing on it again. This time quicker. When she brought it back to their faces, they grimaced slightly, but quickly shrugged it off and nodded. "Come, then!" Said Erika.
Shinra said nothing. He stiffened when he heard Izaya's name, and it was really strange. The gang noticed that too, something was really wrong with him, and it had to do with Orihara Izaya. Everything was somehow related to him, since he does nothing but ruin people's lives. He must be the one behind those incidents that have been happening these past months, and the one behind Shinra's weird behavior. Gosh, why won't he keep quiet for once? But.. even if it was his fault, which they weren't sure if it was, they didn't even understand what was happening. First they had to know the meaning behind those killings, then they would know the truth. They couldn't conclude anything before that.
So they went to Russia Sushi, oblivious of the one who would be there too.
...
"Iza-nii~!" Orihara Mairu was banging on her brother's door while her twin, Kururi, was typing on her phone. She had decided it was a better idea to talk to him by sms than banging on his door until he opens it. "IZA-NI~!" She could just shut up, he wouldn't open the door if she kept on banging on it.
'Kururi, why won't your sister let me rest?'
'Don't know..'
'Do you know why you came in the first place?'
'Dinner..'
'You want to go out with me? For dinner? That's quite surprising!'
'Talk.'
'About what?'
'Killings..'
'Oh, the incidents that have been happening. I'm quite busy right now, maybe next time..'
'Please.' Mairu just kept banging on the door, harder this time, and yelling louder and louder as time passed. She was starving and wanted to go out for dinner, but she also wanted to annoy her brother. That was the only way she found to do both, and she was, even if just a little, enjoying it.
"Mairu, shut the hell up! I can't hear myself thinking!"
"That's not my fault, is it?" Both of them were smirking and, even though none of them could see it, it was obvious. He knew his sisters and they knew their brother. At least, they thought they did.
'Iza-nii.. come.'
'Okay then, I'm going..'
Izaya was typing on his computer while answering Kururi. He knew they didn't want to just eat with him. They probably wanted to talk about the incidents. Anyone with two fingers of forehead would know he was into this thing. It was just something people should know just like breathing. It was more than obvious, it was a fact. He knew he was doing a big mistake. Yes, he was not the best person in tow, but he was not stupid. This was a huge mistake, but it was too late to go back.
He saved his files and turned off the computer, grabbing one of his cellphones, his keys and his swichblade, along with some things he might need, dressed his fur-trimmed coat and opened the door, only to close it before 'someone' could get in. "Where do you wanna go, Kururi-chan?" He asked, smirking at the other twin.
"Iza-nii, what about my opinion?!" Mairu jumped to try and grab her brother, who dodged easily, while yelling at him, a wider grin on her face.
"Russia Sushi.." Kururi spoke in low tone of voice, but loud enough for them to hear. Both Mairu and Izaya were amazed by the idea of eating sushi in their favorite restaurant after such a long time. Kururi could tell they were excited, even though only Mairu had decided to show it.
So, they decided to go to Russia Sushi for dinner. Kururi clinging onto her brothers left arm while Mairu was dragging them down the street by pulling Izaya's right arm as she ran. They couldn't wait to get to the restaurant, but their excitement would drop as they reach there to find who was there as well.
Okay so, this is basically the prologue, the story will start officially on the next chapter! Yay! I'm not sure if this will turn out to be Shizaya, but whatever happens to this, I'm really happy with the beggining. Hope you enjoyed it as well as I did. This is rated M for violence and bloody stuff, but it can change! I'm sorry for any gramar errors, I checked it lots and lots of times, but if you find any, please tell me! Oh, and I'm also sorry for any ooc-ness, I only watched the first season (because I don't know how to start the second one..) so, if there's anything in the character's attitude, please tell me about it! It would help me improve my writing!
Besides any error, hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thank you for reading, I apreciate it.