Chapter 2 of Opposites

'It's time for me to take my route around Ikebukuro~' I thought as I logged off of my laptop. 'I might even be able to meet my favorite little bartender!'

I started my trip with a nice stroll from my lovely home, counting off the time for each thing to happen. "That woman over on that porch is going to start her annual bicker with her husband in three, two, one…"

"BASTARD! I thought you said you loved me! I"—'Haha… Oh, how typical these humans are.' I snickered to myself as I sauntered past the middle-aged woman's semi-mansion. I do love this place of mine; high quality but not unpleasantly expensive.

Eventually, I made it to the infamous street of Ikebukuro. Though, as I was about to reach my actual destination, two aggravating otakus crossed my path to tell me about the latest manga update.

"God, Izaya! Kuroshitsuji; Sebastian and Ciel! Their relationship is most definitely reaching a whole new level! SHOTA WITH A BUTLER x MASTER LOVE AFFAIR! Positively hot!"

"Ahaha! Is that so?" I replied, mentally grimacing. 'Do these to imbecilic, anime freaks even have an off switch?' "I bet that is going to make very interesting twist to the story, now isn't it?"

"AH! But of course! There is going to be such a burning passion between those two, that we might seriously become burned by this blazing flame of love!" Elker exclaimed, simultaneously.

"Oi! You guys ready to leave yet?" Dotachin practically yelled. "Kadota is getting impatient!"

"Eh~ Sorry Iza-chan! We must part here… You know how those old men are~" Erica said; Walker was already grabbing some of their loot for the day and taking off.

"Ah, but we shall meet some other time! 'Till next time, Izaya!" Elker shouted, as they scurried off to Kadota's van.

'And I thought they'd chat with me until I went insane!' I thought to myself. 'Already, I'm behind schedule.' I turned and practically skipped down the sidewalk to the one bar I absolutely have go to; the same bar where my favorite monster works.


"Make sure he doesn't get out!"

"Where is he now? Boss!"

"He's somewhere around that bar now, I now give you full permission to kill him," I always am like this, no emotion; it gets in the way of my work, and as yakuza boss, I cannot allow that to happen.

I hopped into the black car waiting for me and told them to go to the street Ikebukuro. Apparently those idiotic underlings of mine are completely useless when I am not around them. We take a turn past these old, grimy looking buildings where the not-so-lucky folk live; I guess you could call it the ghettos. Well, it doesn't matter what you call it anyway. As long as these rats pay what is required of them, they could live in the best hotel for all I care.

We slow down to see where the men currently are. I see them chasing down a man in the busy streets, and hear their yelling. 'Why is it that they have to do their jobs so painstakingly slow?' I hate how these men always have to make our work harder than it really is.

My phone starts to ring again. 'Finally' I think as I answer the cell. "Do you have him?" I ask into the receiver.

"We have him cornered in the alley to the right of the building; we'll shoot at your command."

"Well done, I shall be there right about." My car starts to slow at the same time I say so, and parks in front of a dingy alleyway, filled with graffiti. I step out and walk slowly over to my men, who were surrounding around a more unlucky person. I noticed with disgust that said man was trembling and on the ground, holding his knees to his chest. 'Heh, like he didn't know this was how it would turn up. If we don't get paid back, we'd have to get money some other way.' I started chuckling. Each step I took echoed off of the surrounding walls and each step made the huddled figure cringe.

"Good work, men. Now, you may beat him."

The sound of fists pounding into the man, the sound of snapping bones, and the man's shrill cries reverberated throughout the alley. As it kept going on, his cries became softer, and softer, as the man tired and weakened.

After a while, there was no sound coming from him at all. I looked over and when I saw what used to be him, all there was, was a bloody pulp the size of a man. The face was completely smashed in, so there was no way you could tell who he was by looking.

One of the men trudged over to where I stood. "Boss, what about the money this dog owed us?"

I smirked, "He has a family, right? Two little girls and a wife, if my information is correct; we can sell them off as pets as well as their, and his, belongings."

At that time, another man came up. He was obviously one of the newer recruits and seemed a little intimidated; as he should. "Um, sir… What of the body, sir?" He shifted from side to side, looking uncomfortable.

I leered again as I answered his ridiculous question. "I know a man who is perfect when it comes to manipulating information."

"Eh? And who is that?" he asked, looking a little more relaxed with my response.

My grin grew wider, "A certain information broker by the name of Orihara Izaya."


As that name was said, one particular brunette reached his destination, a bar next to a certain alleyway where the famous yakuza was crowding in; the bar where certain bleached haired bartender worked innocently, mixing drinks and kicking out the angry drunks who caused trouble. That bartender, was none other than Heiwajima Shizuo; a man with intense strength, and a surprising friend of a flee.