The bell in the doorway rings, to everyone's relief, before Shinra rushes over to welcome his friend. Izaya greet him with a smile.
"Ara. To think you invited everyone, even me. This must be a big celebration~" Izaya said after he scanned the room and its occupants, grinning.
There's Shinra, and, obviously, Celty, Kururi, Mairu, Kadota and his gang, his secretary Namie, Anri-chan, Mikado-kun, some others and even Masaomi and Shizuo came.
"Now then, can you tell me what is this all about? Not that I don't have something in mind, though." The informant continued, smile never faltering.
[A-Actually we were really sorry to hurt you like that. S-So we thought we'd throw you a party. J-Just like last time with the hot pot.] Celty typed rapidly on her PDA, before pausing and turning into the kitchen to fetch something. She return with a huge cake.
[H-Here, we even make you cake! ] She said, the PDA in her free hand.
"Y-Yes! Kururi-chan and Mairu-chan and everyone else tries really hard!" Sonohara-san spoke up, to Izaya's surprise. He knows she was never the one to draws attention to herself.
"We're sorry, Izanii... We never thought you were so lonely."
"…Sorry." Mairu whispered in her quiet manner.
"Heh, who would think even the two of you would even apologise! Don't you find that a bit too marvellous, ne, Shizu-chan?" He chirped, turning to Shizuo, revealing hints of the effort being put in to keep his smile. Surely, Shizuo won't do the same. At least he won't give him that empty apology now, will he?
"Actually, Flea. I'm sort of sorry as well… I shouldn't try to kill you so much."
"We really mean it, Orihara-kun."
Izaya turned an give a wide, fake smile to the speaker. It's Shinra.
"Heh… , come to think about it, apologies are like elixir, aren't they?" The informant mused to no one in particular, lowering his head so his bangs cover his face where his smile is contorting to a pained expression. It was Shizuo who took it upon himself to respond.
"Uh. I guess so."
Izaya's expression quickly twisted back into a smile as he walk to Celty, who is still holding the cake.
"Ne… Shinra." The said man tense in anticipation, even though he has a vague idea what Izaya will be doing next. "What is it, Orihara-kun?" He tried and failed to keep his smiling expression.
"You know what will happen to a wound left uncared for... right?" Izaya said, the last part punctured by the crashing sound of the cake hitting the floor when he suddenly plunged his switch-blade into the cake and the stunned Celty dropped it.
There was no reply as the whole room gape in shock. Izaya continues in a smooth tone, yet his face remained hidden.
"Well, I'll tell you, since you are my precious humans after all... At first it was just a small cut. Bleeding, but posing no permanent harm..." Izaya started making his way to the fallen cake, strolling as gracefully as ever.
"Then, you see, someone just happened to step on it." He stepped on the fallen cake, before continuing.
"The wound will hurt worse. Not that anyone care. But keep trampling on it..." He repeatly stomps on the cake and messes it with his foot. Izaya still keeps the smile on his face, but it now seem sarcastic and dangerous.
"and the bacteria goes in and it gets infected..." The cake is now a mass of cream and bread on the floor, mixed with dirt from Izaya's boot. Sonohara and the twin sisters covered their mouths, on the verge of crying.
"And even then, no one cared!" Izaya was trembling and struggling to keep his smile now. He lowered his head and said in a low voice. "Then, before you know it, the wound will fester and rot…"
"Oi, stop it already— "
"And then… " Izaya reached into his hidden pocket. Shizuo, who is reaching to grab Izaya to prevent him from causing more mess, was cut short.
"...And then... And then you all just splashed elixir over it!"
There was a sound of glass shattering. It was small bottle Izaya fished from his jacket. Izaya was crying. That prideful Orihara Izaya was crying. But the liquid pouring from the broken glass in Izaya's hand steal the attention of the people from his tears.
Clear liquid no different than an elixir drips onto the mess on the floor. A pungent smell reach everyone's nose, before the liquid seeps onto the tiled floor and it started to melt, smoke rising.
Acid.
Then, breathing heavily, with tears streaming down his face and blood dripping from his hand, Izaya started to laugh, uncontrollably.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA... HAHAHA..."
"My stupid humans! How naive you are to expect that to work!" He sputtered out between fits of laughter. A set of half amused, half sobbing sentences.
"Does it make anything better? No! No, it doesn't! It's even worse!"
Izaya took a deep breath and the laughter subsided. He was still crying, and still shaking. A slim figure standing in the middle of a silent room, a jumble of cake at his feet.
"But who cares anyway? No one ever did, and I'm not obligated to do that myself anymore. Maybe I should just cut the wound out if it hurts this much... It must have rotted beyond cure anyway." He uttered in a bitter voice, shoving his way pass Shinra to the door. Everyone else has lost their speech a long while ago, so they just stared at the raven.
"Well then, everybody, I hope to never meet any of you again~" He turned back and put on a last fake smile that stretch across his entire face, before he broke down completely and stormed off, leaving the door ajar and the spectators gaping some more.