Izaya made his way to the closet in search of a bag that could fit the grimoire. His first step would have to be towards learning what other information was being kept from him. Reading Delic's entire chapter for himself would confirm or deny the demon's own words. If the book contained a passage on ridding him of his new pest, it might be the only thing he'd need. If not, he'd have to look in to exorcisms and purification rituals.
Now that his stay in the human realm was cemented, Delic began to explore his fresh environment in depth, starting with the television. He crouched down in front of the wide screen to read the text at the bottom. Learning a new language via picking it off of his summoner meant he understood the words presented to him, but in the context of a device he never had to navigate before, they became muddied. He reasoned and pressed the power button first.
The television lit up in bright pastels, the image of two children talking in a sunny garden displayed. Izaya had left the channel on one of the children's broadcasting networks. Said brunet turned away from the closet when noise came from the television. His lip twitched at the mesmerized expression on the demon's face. Delic's fingers began examining the moving pictures, finding the glass screen smooth, free of the bumps and textures a painting held. Finding an appropriate messenger bag, Izaya went to slide the grimoire inside of it.
"Do you know where Kitten-chan went?" A small cheery voice pleaded at the viewers from the screen. Delic jerked back up sharply. The picture could see him?!
"You-!"
Izaya sniggered at the threatening glare aimed at the cartoon. "It's just a program to help small children learn. It doesn't really see you, Delic."
He walked to the coffee table, picking up the remote and angling it so Delic could see that he was changing the channel. The display swapped to a panel discussing business. Izaya handed the remote over to the blond who frowned immediately, seeing thrice as many buttons for the device than the screen itself had. He mimicked Izaya's action while the other man went to retrieve the blade stuck in the floor.
Delic flipped through several channels displaying news and cartoons until finding something that caught his interest: a channel still showing a housewife's drama despite it being so late in the afternoon. Delic began watching the entire scene unfold with undivided attention.
The man and woman on screen were kissing passionately, finishing what appeared to be a romantic date. After parting, the woman began to cry about something keeping the two of them apart. The man tried consoling her by holding her close and allowing her to cry. When she seemed to have calmed down, he dropped down to his knees and proposed with jewelry and flowery words of promise, this prompting more kissing.
Catching bright light flashing from the corner of his eyes, Izaya turned to see Delic ripple with electrical static. His chiton pulling apart and phasing out of existence in the zapping. The electricity was creating and molding new material for his body. With one final encompassing beam, it ceased.
"Hey, Izaya!" Delic spun around, extending his arms to better show off his new attire. "How do I look?"
Gone was his dated garb, replaced with a brilliantly white suit, complete with a pink and black pinstripe dress shirt and simple black tie. His shirt bore the same shade of bright orchid pink as his eyes, but what made both pop and stand out all the more was the mass of pure white. It struck Izaya then that Delic had absorbed what he must've deemed a common state of dress from the television.
"Pretty dreamy, right?"
Izaya disregarded him, slipping on the messenger bag and going to the rack for his coat.
"Where are we going?" The demon zipped from the other side of the room to Izaya's side in a buzzy flash.
"Out." Delic clapped his hands together in excitement.
At six forty-two today, Anri Sonohara decided to do some grocery shopping. It was around this time in Ikebukuro that the young woman saw the man she detested greatly with the man who had once saved her. Neither of the two were fighting, walking beside one another calmly, Izaya leading the way. Shizuo was absent of his usual attire and uncharacteristically seemed to be the one verbally bemoaning something while Izaya remained silent with a narrowed, annoyed gaze. It was an unusual sight in the one of the most unusual cities. She had almost disbelieved her own eyes. They were heading in her direction, their paths would quickly cross.
"Demon!" Saika's voice cried out, resonating in Anri's head.
Delic's head perked up. The pout that had formed once he realized that Izaya was going to entirely ignore his presence outside of their apartment disappeared.
"Orihara-san? H-Heiwajima-san?" Anri asked for their attention, gripping the plastic of her grocery bag with determination. If Izaya Orihara had done something to Shizuo Heiwajima, she desired to return his previous kind gesture and assist him.
Izaya's eyes widened, head snapping the young woman he had somehow missed. Focusing his energy on tuning out Delic would result in putting himself in serious danger. She can see Delic, he thought. She did possess and wield Saika. It made logical sense that one bound to a demon could see another's. Recalling Delic's previous words, Izaya wondered if this meant Anri Sonohara no longer fit Delic's definition of a mortal or if it was just Saika's influence allowing her to see other demons.
"I'm afraid you've mistaken me for another, beautiful." The blond addressed her politely with a bow. He drew up one of her hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the knuckles. Anri flushed at the action. Izaya had began to gape, his anger not dissipating.
"Your demon's description of me was not incorrect. My name's Dēloun, but please, call me Delic. That name must be saved for private." Anri's face turned fiery, embarrassed by everything from the (not so) public display to the tone his voice used to carry his words.
"Oh. I'm Anri Sonohara. It's a pleasure to meet you." She stammered, voice uncertain and lightly questioning. Izaya Orihara was being possessed by a demon with Shizuo Heiwajima's appearance? Should she feel pity for the informant or the demon?
"Not as much as it is mine, I'm sure."
"How wonderful to run into you again, Sonohara-san." Izaya spoke with a sarcastic sneer. "I'm afraid I'm in a hurry though. Keep your demon on a leash now and I'll do the same with mine, hm?" He spun back around in the direction of his prior client's place of employment, his gait hasty.
"Hopefully I see you around, beautiful." Delic departed after Izaya with a brief nod and smile for her.
Anri stood in place and watched as the blond strode through people like they were air, his voice loud enough for her to hear him over the crowd Izaya disappeared inside of.
"Izaya, are you jealous? Is it because I don't compliment your appearance?"
