I really need to stop updating when my co-author is asleep. . . ^^''' But anyways, here's chapter 3~!
Chapter 3: The Blood-Splattered Bag
Roppi watched, almost entranced, as his blood dripped down his arm and stained the bedsheets. He looked down at the messenger bag that was still on his shoulder. It had small red droplets staining its surface. . . Not that he cared. . . He started laughing, feeling giddy all of a sudden. It's good to be alive~!
He waited until the white bag had a plentiful amount of red on its surface before washing his arm thoroughly and bandaging it once more. At least he calmed down for now. . . Deciding to look through the bag, he opened it and dumped its contents on his bed nonchalantly. A wallet and a cell phone came out of the bag, as well as a few papers. Upon closer examination, the papers were actually letters. . . Figures the meek man would be a mail-carrier. . . Some people weren't getting their letters today. He chuckled darkly at the thought, before ripping the letters and tossing them in the trash. He picked up the wallet and looked inside. Hmmm. . . A fair amount of cash and a credit card. He pocketed the cash and the card, before throwing the now empty wallet to join the letters. The cellphone he'd let Izaya have. . . He had no use for it, anyways. . .
He jumped when the phone buzzed, checking it to see who was texting the meek blond. Ah, apparently Shizuo had run into some trouble at work. . . Not that he'd ever get that text. The ravenette walked out of his room and down the stairs to sit at the table with his twin, before wordlessly sliding the phone over to him. Roppi saw his twin's mouth curl up into a sadistic smirk, knowing what he just did was a mistake.
"Ah, I see you've met Shima-chan, ne~?" The trollish ravenette said, looking at his twin.
"Shut up. . . I confirm nothing."
"But you see here, this is Shima-chan's phone~ Tsk tsk, Roppi-chan . . . Stealing from Shizu-chan's poor shy brother~ You must do the right thing and return this right away~!"
He could see that his twin was fighting hard not to laugh at his suffering. Damn trolls, they should stay where they belong. . . Under bridges. "I'm never planning on seeing that THING again."
"Ah, so you HAVE met Shima-chan~! Well then, I'll just call him up really quick and we can go visit him and Shizu-chan to return his stuff~!"
Roppi blanched at his look-alike, before lunging for the phone unsuccessfully. He glared at the other as Izaya dialed the blond's home phone number and placed the phone to his ear.
"Ah! Shima-chan! How nice to hear your adorable voice~! Such a nice break from that neanderthal of a twin you've got~"
Roppi was practically glaring daggers at Izaya by this point. He didn't know why, but the way Izaya was talking to Tsukishima pissed him off.
"Why, yes, actually. If you check the caller ID on the phone I'm calling from, it seems to be your cell phone~ My misguided twin and I would like to come over and apologize to poor little Shima-chan~"
That was it. Roppi picked up the chair he was sitting on, in a very shizuo-esque manner, and threw it at his twin, seething as he watched Izaya gracefully avoid it. He gripped his arm, as it was stinging slightly because of the cuts, but otherwise he wasn't hurt. It's not like the chair was even heavy. . .
"No need to thank me~! I'm just doing this out of the goodness of my heart~!"
. . . damn liar. . . As if the informant even had a heart. . .
"See you in a bit~! Bye bye bi, Shima-chan~!"
Roppi watched his twin hang up the phone, before storming towards the stairs, only to be grabbed by the informant.
"Ah ah ah~ Where do you think you're going, hmmm, Roppi-chan~?"
That smirk never failed to piss him off. . . . "I'm going back to my room, and I'm NEVER planning on seeing that THING again!" He tried to break free, but his twin was quite a bit stronger than he looked. . . He did tango with the monster of Ikebukuro, after all. He hissed, when he felt the informant tighten his grip on his arm. . . And it just to happened to be the arm with his scars.
"Now now, Roppi-chan, I promised Shima-chan that we'd be over to return his bag~ It's not nice to break a promise~"
Roppi glared at Izaya before sighing and looking down. "I can't give the bag back anymore. . . "
"Well, why not? Surely you haven't cut it up, have you?"
"Let me go and I'll show you. . ." He felt himself being released before walking to his room and getting the bag. He walked back out slowly, dragging the now red and white bag behind him.
"My my my. . . We'll just have to give Shima-chan back his bag anyways and you will have to buy him a new bag later on~!"
"Hell no. . . I'm not spending my own money on something that was that thing's own fault. He dropped his bag in the first place. If I didn't pick it up, someone else would've." Roppi walked down the stairs, handing the bag to the informant.
"Now, Roppi-chan, I wasn't the one that took the bag. You should be the one to return it, ne~?"
He felt his eye twitch as he was handed back the bag and forcefully dragged out of their shared apartment.
Tsukishima sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to figure out what he was going to make for dinner. Finally, he reluctantly decided on instant ramen. He knew Shizuo wouldn't mind it, but he did, since he preferred to put fresh cooked things in his brother's stomach.
He got out a pot and filled it with water before setting it on the stove and waiting for it to boil. The blonde heard a knocking on the door, just as the water started to boil. He turned the heat down before walking closer to the door.
"Shizuo-san?" Tsuki called, before looking through the peephole at who was there. Identifying the figure as a telemarketer, he sighed and turned the heat back up, placing the noodles into the water. Soon, the ramen was done, so he went to rest on the futon. Seeing as Shizuo wasn't back now, he judged he wouldn't be back until late. Deciding to retire for the day, the blond stripped himself of his bowtie, vest, scarf, and pants before curling up under the futon and sleeping.
After not even getting five minutes of sleep, Tsukishima woke up to the phone ringing loudly. He rubbed his eyes groggily as he made his way over to the phone, not liking being woken from his sleep.
"H-hello?" He asked sleepily. O-oh, it was Izaya-san calling. . . He must've been calling for Shizuo-san. Tsukishima blushed when listening to the informant talk, blinking a few times, not that he could see. "A-ah, Orihara-san! D-don't say that a-about Shizuo-s-san. I-Is there s-something you n-need?"
The blond nearly smacked himself for not looking at the caller ID before picking up the phone. . . "A-ah, th-thank you Orihara-san.." He seemed to hear a loud crash in the background as he spoke. . .
Somehow, Tsuki distrusted the next words he heard out of the informant's mouth. He didn't hate the informant, but. . . He didn't exactly trust him either.
"A-ah, I see. W-well, goodbye Orihara-s-san." Tsukishima sighed, putting the phone down and putting some pants on. He disliked it a lot when the informant came over, especially since he lived with Shizuo as well. If the so called "monster" wasn't there when Izaya was over to chase him out, he complained about the aparment reeking of "Flea." He let his legs kick back and forth as he anticipated Izaya coming over. Hopefully he'd get there before Shizuo got home, or there'd be trouble.
Tsukishima "Eeped!" and turned toward the door when he heard the knob turning. He really, really hoped that it was Izaya, or that it was a robber. If Shizuo got there, it wouldn't turn out well at all. Heart thumping wildly in his chest, he awaited for the figure to show it's identity.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" Shizuo walked into his shared apartment, pissed beyond belief.
Tsuki could feel the blood drain from his face.
"A-ah, Shizuo-san, h-how was w-work?"
"Didn't you get my text? It pissed me off!" The bodyguard slipped off his shoes, before moving into the living room.
Text, right. He didn't have his phone with him, and Izaya was coming over to an already pissed off Shizuo. This was going to be an event made in hell.
Tsuki went to the fridge to get Shizuo his milk and pudding. If he could just get him to calm down.
"I-I have y-your milk a-and pudding Sh-shizuo-s-san." He said shakily, placing the items in front of his rage ridden twin.
Shizuo drank the milk, setting the bottle back down on the counter before pulling out his cigarettes and lighting one up. "Thanks, Tsukishima. Did you make dinner?"
"A-ah, yes, instant ramen." Tsuki sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "I f-f-orgot to g-get groceries..."
"How did you forget to get groceries? You left the same time I did today! What did you do all day?"
"A-ah! I-Im sorry Shizuo-s-san! I w-w-as working t-too!"
Shizuo looked around and paused. "Where's your bag. . . ?
Ayazi: Shizu-chan rage! Shizu-chan smash~! Such a protozoan he is~
Izaya: Indeed~ He needs to be more like me~ Calm and collected~
Roppi: What the hell is Izaya doing in the post-script for MY story?
Ayazi: It's not your story, it's Tsukishima-chan's story~!
Roppi: Because that's why I'm the one doing the preview. . .
Ayazi: I can easily change that. . . but anyways, REVIEWS CREATE MORE STORY~!
