A/N: If I was going to list my favorite guys on Durarara! in order, it would be: Izaya, Shizuo, Simon, Shinra, and Masaomi. There on my list because they're either hot, epic, or just great characters. But back on topic, this chapter contains a spoiler like who is who on the chat website(if you don't already know), so you have been warned.
Please Enjoy~(^-^)
Chapter 2:
Setting Up the Pieces
Two Days Later...
Izaya sat in his office staring out the window. It was around eight at night and the full moon was well in the sky. Izaya craddled Celty's head like a child's toy. He stared at it for a few minutes, laughing to himself. "Namie-chan," Izaya said, looking over at the lonely secretary who angrily stacked papers. She glared at him. "What is it?" she rudely asked.
"Don't you think Celty's head is beautiful?" he asked, grinning playfully. Namie sighed and continued with her work. Izaya snickered, stroking the Dullahan's brown hair with one finger. "I see that Dullahans can't sense their heads, otherwise she would have figured out that her head was here. But, that's just one thing I get to learn about our lovely queen."
Izaya thought it was gorgeous, he really appreciates having it in his possession. "That just makes things more fun," he told himself when he first ever got it.
Izaya brought the head closer to his face until her nose was touching his own. It smelt odd, being as it was in that jar of water all day, but he didn't care. "If you love it so much, why don't you marry it?" Namie blankly said. Izaya chuckled, taking it away from his face. He held it by it's hair as the head dangled next to his shoulder.
"An idiotic insult Namie. That was very lame...really," he teased. Izaya set the head back down on the desk and got on the Internet, as he checked the chat rooms.
Namie stared at the head, which she utterly despised. Izaya knew she didn't like it around, because it only reminded her of her little brother. That only made him want to flaunt it in front of her more, just to see how she'd react with him carrying it around like a ball. Izaya signed into the Dollar's Website and sighed as he rested his hands behind his head. "Ruining more people's lives?" Namie asked, not bothering to look at him. "Maybe," Izaya playfully said.
Kanra has joined the chat room.
Kanra: Hello everyone!
Setton: Hi
Tanaka Taro: Hey
Kanra: It's nice to see everyone on-line today, I have something to ask you guys.
Setton: What is it?
Kanra: Have you heard of this girl named Hirishigumi Masaki?
Setton: No.
Tanaka Taro: I'm afraid not, who is that?
Izaya smiled to himself, laughing under his breath. So, none of them know of her. I don't know if that's ironic, lucky, or bad. He glanced back over at Celty's head, smiling deviously.
Kanra: She's this girl who ran away.
Kanra: The police haven't found her yet, but some locals say they see her walking around Ikebukuro. If you see her, can you tell me?
Setton: I can try, but I won't make any promises.
Tanaka Taro: Me too
Izaya laughed out loud, Namie staring at him like he was a psychopath. When does he not act like this? Namie asked herself, sitting on the couch as she stared at him. This is just to great, Izaya thought. If only they knew who they were talking to. Izaya logged off without sparing a single "goodbye". Izaya span in his seat, his eyes closed as he laughed crazily. "Amazing how I can manipulate everyone around my finger! They'll do whatever I say without even realizing it. Things seem almost too easy!"
He stopped spinning and walked over to the little chess board he had which was made up of three different games. He set the pieces down in their positions, representing everyone in his little game. He smiled joyfully, still laughing to himself.
"You're in a good mood. Maybe you should go to bed and act like a good boy," Namie said, trying to provoke him. Izaya looked up at her, still smiling. "Oh, and maybe you should go spend the night at Seiji's," he said. Izaya looked at her mockingly. "Oh right, your brother doesn't like you." He rudely laughed, leaving Namie to stared at him with resent.
Izaya stood up and put his jacket on. "I'm out to see someone, don't wait for me, Namie-chan~"
"I won't."
Izaya laughed as he closed the door, and Namie could still hear his laugh echoing in her ears. She shook her head and looked at the game board he had on his desk, wondering what he was planning this time. I guess it'll be best if I don't ask.
The Next Day...
[Shinra, have you heard of this girl named Hirishigumi Masaki?] Celty asked.
Shinra, who was drinking some coffee, looked down at Celty curiously.
"Who's that?" he asked. Celty shrugged, resting her back on the couch as she began typing on the phone. [I was on-line yesterday, and Kanra asked me about her. Kanra told me to tell her if I see them.] Shinra sighed, setting his cup down as he took a seat next to her. [Kanra said Masaki ran away, but she's been spotted around Ikebukuro recently.]
"Maybe you should look her up on the Internet," Shinra said. "If she went missing, they should have a description of her." Celty, if she had a head, nodded and walked over to her laptop. When she typed everything in, a picture of Masaki popped up. She was smiling brightly in the photo, and she wore a white long sleeve button up shirt and a blue skirt. Celty read the information about her (though there wasn't much), then observed the picture a little more.
Celty stood up and put her helmet on, zipping her cat suit up. "Going out Celty?" Shinra asked. Celty nodded, typing on her cell phone.
[Yeah, I'm just going around Ikebukuro to look for her. Maybe ask some people if they've seen her. I won't be long.]
Shinra rose his hand to say goodbye as Celty walked out the door and got on her motorcycle. She drove down the streets of Ikebukuro, looking for familiar faces, friends, and Masaki. If I see her, I'd like to know her relationship with Kanra, Celty thought.
She looked over and saw Shizuo standing near the corner of the sidewalk next to Tom, waiting to cross the street. Celty pulled over near him, catching Shizuo off guard as he stared at her. "Oh, hey Celty," he said, the cigarette burning in his mouth, his hands in his pocket. [Hi Shizuo, hello Tom] she greeted.
"What's wrong, you seem a little off today. Did something happen?" Shizuo asked. Celty slowly typed in what she was going to say.
[I'm fine, thanks for the concern though Shizuo. I was on-line a few days ago and someone happened to mention a girl named Hirishigumi Masaki. Do you by chance know her?]
Shizuo adjusted his blue glasses, fiddling the cigarette in his lips. "Masaki?" he asked, a little surprised. Celty was surprised herself. She nodded, waiting for Shizuo to explain himself. "Yeah, I've seen her walking around before. I only met her once, and I really don't want to meet her again. I was getting in a fight with someone she apparently knew, and she told me to stop. That was awhile ago though." Just talking about her seemed to annoy Shizuo as his face became a little unsettled.
"Why are you asking?" Celty typed her answer down on the phone. [She ran away over a week ago, and I'm looking for her.]
"Oh, well if I see her, I'll make sure to tell you." Celty waved at him, speeding down the road as Shizuo crossed the street with Tom.
Celty drove over to Izaya's office. If she had a head, she'd sigh nonchalantly, but since she didn't, she just shrugged her shoulders and walked into the building. When she walked into his office, Izaya smiled joyfully, staring at her with red eyes. "Oh, Celty!" he said. "Isn't this wonderful, you came to see me," he said. Celty walked over to his desk, typing something down on her phone. [There's this girl named Hirishigumi Masaki, do you know her?] she bluntly asked.
Izaya chuckled, spinning in his chair a little. "I'm afraid I don't know her," he lied. "But being as I'm an Informate, it won't take me long to figure out who she is. Why do you need to know about her anyway?" He asked. Celty started typing on her phone again as Izaya looked at his computer screen. [A friend of mine wants to know where she is. Shizuo says he knows her, but I figured if I had more help I could find her faster.]
She didn't really know if it was the right idea to tell Izaya that Shizuo knew her, but Celty didn't really care at the moment. Izaya smiled with enjoyment to hear that Shizuo knows her. So, Shizuo knows her, how interesting. Izaya folded his hands together and leaned forward. "I'll try and find more information on her. Until then, you can be a lovely Dullahan for me, won't you now Celty?" He snickered. Celty rose her phone up to him one last time. [Shut up].
Celty walked out without saying goodbye. "I'll see you very soon Celty!" he called out for her. The door slammed shut as he looked back over at his computer screen. "Who would have guessed that Shizuo knew her? But now, that just gets things moving faster." Izaya laughed, moving around the pieces on his chess board. This is just all too good, he thought, spinning around in his seat. "I see you're enjoying yourself," Namie said, sitting on his couch as she sipped some tea.
"I am, everything is going perfectly well," he said, settling in his seat. "Well as long as I'm not involved," Namie said in an emotionless tone. Izaya stood up and put his jacket on, looking over at Namie with a jolly expression on his face. "Try not to wreck the place while I'm gone, Namie-chan~"
Izaya walked out and soon reached the sidewalk as he stared up at the blue sky. The sun was up, but the air was still cold enough to where you could see your breath. Izaya walked down the sidewalk until he quickly saw Masaki walking across the street, huddling her arms. That didn't take much searching, Izaya thought.
Masaki sneezed, wiping her blood red nose as she shivered from the cold air. I know it's winter, but I didn't expect it to be this cold! Masaki thought, sneezing again. She looked up and saw Izaya walking over to her. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink when she saw him walking over to her. Masaki looked down at her feet, pretending not to see him. "Masaki-chan~!"
She looked up to see him standing mere inches from her, his hands in his pockets like usual. Masaki smiled cheerfully at him, placing her hands behind her back. "Oh, hello Izaya-chan," she said, bowing respectfully. "You look cold," he said.
Masaki sneered, crossing her arms. "Well duh!" she said. "It's the middle of winter, and I've been sleeping out here for the past few days." Izaya smiled, setting his hand on her shoulder as they walked down the sidewalk together. "You could get sick," he said. "I know, you said that when we first met. But unlike my last answer, this time if I get sick, I still won't go home. There's just too much going on for me to want to go back ya know."
Her face turned dull as she looked up at the sky. Izaya guessed every little thing he could about her. My guess is she's thinking about her Dad, who works at a big factory. Because her mom died and her dad's always at work, she doesn't have a shoulder to lean on, and she's always by herself at home. Thus she ran away, hoping to get attention from her busy dad.
Izaya frowned, looking down the street. In the end, she proves to be no different than any other girl I've met. what a let down. "Izaya-chan, is something wrong?" Izaya looked down to see Masaki staring right into his eyes with a concerned expression on her face. He barely noticed the little space between their faces as he smelt her cherry breath. He guessed she got some gum, because it smelt awfully good for someone who hasn't brushed their teeth in a few days. It was warm too, despite being out in the cold all day.
He found himself lost in her eyes as he thought to himself. "Izaya-chan..." she groaned, grabbing his arm as she tugged it a little. He blinked, then smiled again. "Tell me something, do you like sleeping out here?" he asked. Masaki looked at him like he were stupid as she closed her eyes.
"Well no, but I'm not doing this by choice." She then smiled playfully. "If you're that curious, you'll have to guess because I won't say nothing more!" Masaki giggled, still holding onto his arm for warmth. "OK, I'm guessing that you ran away because you're not getting enough attention, and you're depressed. That's why you smile so much, you're hiding you're pain. It's written all over your face."
Masaki gasped for a second. She stopped walking as she released his arm, looking down at the ground. Izaya looked at her with a rude smile on his face. I knew I was right, he thought. She suddenly smiled, looking at him deviously. "You're a really good guesser, but you still got only half of it right." Masaki joyfully whistled to herself, grabbing his arm again as she cuddled against it. "I like seeing you guess, it's funny sometimes," she said giggling.
Izaya shrugged, looking over to his left. "How about this," he began, changing the subject.
"You come over to my house today and we can talk all about each other." Masaki looked at him surprised, a little nervous too. She hesitated, and Izaya noticed right away as he chuckled. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm not the type of pervert to lead girls into my home, especially runaways."
Masaki nodded, squeezing onto his arm tighter. Izaya smirked, leading her over to his home. Better for her to be inside. She looks sick, and the last thing I need is for her to die because she's too stubborn to go home. And it's best to keep an eye on her at times as well, he thought, smiling like he'd just won the lottery.
They arrived at his office, as a chill went down Masaki's spine. It's warm in here, she thought, her body tingling as the color went back into her flushed face.
Izaya opened the door to be greeted by Namie who was watching TV. "Back so soon?" she asked, a little annoyed. "It's nice to see you too, Namie-chan," he said, quickly shedding from his jacket as he dropped it on the floor. Masaki looked around in amazement. "You live here?" she asked, admiration in her voice. Izaya chuckled, walking over to his desk. "This is just my office. But assuming from you're expression, you live in a poor house," he said. Namie groaned, standing up so she could put his jacket away. This girl is doomed, Namie thought, glancing over at Masaki with a blank expression on her face.
Masaki didn't answer Izaya about being poor (she thought it was an obvious observation). She unzipped her jacket only a little, feeling uncomfortable about taking it off. She wrapped her arms around her body when she noticed Izaya staring. Her face turned red as she looked down at her feet. "Oh brother," Namie rudely said, walking into another room.
Izaya leaned his seat forward, making a weird groaning sound as he rested his hands on his desk. "Make yourself at home Masaki-chan," he said, spreading his arms out in the air. "But I feel like I'm... free-loading," she said quietly. "I don't really care," he bluntly said.
She sighed, figuring that he really didn't care as she took her jacket off, revealing a black long-sleeve shirt (the sleeves were too long, so they covered her hands). Izaya noticed her breast were a little bigger without the jacket (at least a C cup). When Masaki noticed his glaring, she turned her back to him, her face still red as her eyes shook. Izaya noticed her embarrassment and smiled, still staring at her. "I have to say, you look beautiful without your jacket, Masaki-chan."
He wanted to see how she'd react to his flattery. Most likely she's shy around boys, which means she's lived a pretty lonely life with her mom before she died. Masaki wrapped her arms around her body as she made her way to the couch, her hair bellowing over her shoulders as her face reddened even more. Izaya liked this confused form of her, it made him feel powerful.
Izaya got up from his desk and joined her on the couch as she recoiled a little. Izaya laughed as he watched her scoot away a little. "You're acting shy. Not use to being around a boy?" he asked. Which is weird, because yesterday she didn't seem to mind my company. Maybe she's not use to being in a boy's house. "You can keep guessing," she smiled.
He inched his way closer to her as she reached the edge of the couch. By then his shoulder was brushing against hers. "You're more attractive when you're happy." Izaya was just throwing endless compliments at Masaki to get her more comfortable around him (or uncomfortable, he didn't care), and then he could use her better. It was also fun seeing how she reacted to his compliments as her face got redder each time he said something.
"You don't need to be shy, Masaki-chan," he said, caressing her shoulder with his thumb, still looking into her eyes which seemed to look down at the ground. Izaya moved his hand from her shoulder to her neck as he rubbed her softly, an icy smile on his face. He didn't break eye contact for a single second.
"Um, Izaya-chan..." Masaki finally stuttered. "Wasn't there something you wanted to tell me?" Izaya blinked, taking his hand from her and stretching them out in front of him. He almost forgot what he was doing, which was very unlike him. Izaya felt a little disappointed just for getting a little fazed.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot. I wanted to ask you a few questions Masaki-chan." He sighed, getting ready to speak as Masaki looked over at his chess board, wondering what type of game that was. "I overheard that you know Shizu-chan," he said. Masaki looked at him confused. "Shizu-chan?"
Izaya laughed, knowing she didn't know the little nickname he gave him. "I mean Heiwajima Shizuo. Is it true that you know him?"
Masaki looked at him with a terrified expression. "S-Shizuo..?" she stammered. Izaya could tell an interesting story was about to be told as he smiled at her.
OOO, I left a cliff-hanger. I'm known for doing that on a lot of my stories. Either way, if you want to know about her and Shizuo you'll have to read the next chapter *laughs deviously*
Please Stay Tune~
