This chapter is a little more lighthearted because I just now noticed how much shit I've put Corvi through but not by much. It still contains dub-con. Warning delivered. Also, we're winding down here and I have ideas for a sequel. Who wants one?
No new text messages.
No missed calls.
No voicemails.
Not even an email.
Well? What was Shizuo thinking? Corvi was going to contact him after all that family drama? No, scratch that- Was she going to ever again? His hotheadedness pushed her away but how was he supposed to know her father was the original Izaya Orihara? A bargaining chip was what his loyal daughter was. Marry her off to the highest bidder. Did people really still do that? It sounded like fucking feudal times to him. Shizuo discarded his phone on the counter next to his refrigerator. Outside, the rain continued to fall in blinding sheets.
Something to eat was needed to stop the rumbling of his stomach. He cringed after he opened the door, sweets and baked goods. Baked goods that Corvi had made. The woman could not cook, she never tried to with him, but she always sent him home with something baked with sugar. He had been eating them before out of anger, just to not have them around. Now it only reminded him of misguided hatred. He wanted to ignore it but the tupperware was taking up space. Chocolate chip cheesecake bites, cupcakes with sprinkles, peanut butter cookies, snickerdoodles, and a ten layer german chocolate cake were still left. Maybe there was a frozen dinner he could heat up in the freez- Nope. A gallon of homemade s'mores ice cream glared out at him. Next to it sat a cinnamon bun ice cream cake. Unless Corvi's secret plan was to fatten him up, there was no way one man could eat all this. It made his stomach knot. She had made it all, from scratch, just for him. And what had he done? Called her a whore, not listened, fought her. Yeah, that boyfriend of the century award was just lost in the mail.
Finally giving up, he grabbed the cheesecake bites when came a knock at his door. Never had he been more disappointed to see his little brother. It was unexpected but not as much as it would have been if it were Corvi knocking at his door. She had never been to his apartment though and for good reason. A quick glance back and he was ashamed to even let Kasuka in. When was the last time he vacuumed? Cigarette ashes were ground into the carpet, clothes strewn across furniture, it was a nightmare. If Kasuka was bothered, he did not show it, "Shizuo. You know I was the special guest reporter for the news tonight, right? I saw everything. Who was she to you?" Past tense, Kasuka had it correct. He may have not known her name but it was clear she and Shizuo were no longer on good terms. What was he going to tell his little brother? What could he tell him? His brown eyes turn down to tupperware in his hands as his brain tried desperately to find something. The lack of words was enough for Kasuka, "Someone important, huh?" No answer was every answer. He knew Shizuo would never tell him outright so he changed tactics.
"What's in there?" Kasuka's finger pointed to the plastic container, "Are you going to offer me any?" It caught the blonde off guard and he fumbled with the lid for a second before handing the cream cheese snacks to his brother. After peeling off the foil cup, Kasuka popped it in his mouth and paused.
"What bakery did you get those from? They're really good." Great, what was he supposed to say to that?
"I- They're not store bought" It was like all the Legos coming together to make the building on the box for his brother. Shizuo never showed any interest in baking. They were back at the start again in their conversation. Back on that one topic.
"What's her name?" Fuck. Why could he not just shut up and eat the cheesecake bites? This was not something the blonde wanted to be talking about just yet. He needed time to sulk, be moody, throw stuff. Maybe find her, maybe talk, maybe- Probably not. Corvi would not want to talk to him. He had fucked up. Well, she had too but his approach was more brutal. Kasuka turned and made his way over to the sofa. Just his way of saying "I'm not leaving until you tell me". Shizuo opened the refrigerator again and flipped open the butter compartment. A fresh pack of cigarettes waited for him. The odd habit had stuck to him after the sleepover. And he thought Corvi had not changed him at all.
"So one night. You only slept with her once." The one night part was right but it had been more like seven or eight times they had sex. Or maybe it was ten or eleven? All Shizuo remembered was not being able to get enough of her. How her long brown legs wrapped around him, how she bit that sensitive spot on his neck, how soft her skin felt when he gripped her hips, how tight her- Maybe fifteen or sixteen times? No, that was just not humanly possible. Then again, they were not so human. He remembered her scent second of all, it came mostly from her hair. Cigarettes and bird oil, the latter only made sense the next day. It made him light a cigarette of his own. The smoke curled and waved from the lit cigarette as silence settled between the two brothers. As much as Kasuka wanted to tell Shizuo that it would be alright, that he would find someone else, it was possible. They lived in a city of thirteen million people after all. It was just highly unlikely. Corvi was probably his best choice.
"Do you think it's worth it?" Did he? Just what kind of relationship would they have? Would fights be the norm? Would every time they argued be a special report on the news? The television had been on the entire time and the late night news showed video of the damages. Shattered glass, broken walls, wrecked cars, all because of a misunderstanding. So was being with Corvi worth it? They could have killed someone- A lot of people actually. But her thick black lashes and how she could bat them to make him feel like the only man in the world- Fuck. This was giving him a headache.
"Have you talked to her?" No. It was too soon for both parties. What would he say? Sorry for calling you Izaya's whore? Sorry for almost killing your sister? Sorry for picking a fight with you? Sorry for not saying sorry about breaking your arm? It was too much for one phone call.
"Kasuka," Shizuo's voice was low, "I screwed up."
Having a pet bird was fun when someone is twelve. Having a pet crow that was the size of a giant eagle was a blast no matter the age. Corvi had taken to staying in her bird form most of the day to keep him at bay. Feathers were everywhere. Her talons and sharp beak shredded the cushions of his sofa. Books laid along the floor from the bookcases, she had thrown them with her clawed feet whenever he got too close. She ate some of his game pieces, the queen and knight to be exact and knocked the rest to the floor with a swipe of a wing. Four keyboards had been destroyed and two monitors cracked. She was pure mayhem and he loved it.
When she got careless and landed low, he caught her. Carrying her like a football, wings restrained, made sure she could not get away. He forced her to watch Yo Gabba Gabba with him and took the time to feed her crickets, she seemed to like them as a bird.
"I never knew you liked to eat bugs" A sound that resembled soft grating came from the large black bird, "Is that always or just when you're feathered?" The answer came later, when he offered her human form a plate of beetles and she smacked it away with much disgust. Maybe she just did not like beetles. The thought came to mind, she was probably acting up because he had taken her cigarettes. Two days of not having a single smoke was probably driving her insane. Withdrawal was headaches, nausea, and anxiety, as if she needed any more anxiety. Not that he minded, watching her freak out was poetry.
"Pregnant women aren't supposed to smoke" he told her. She threw a book and shifted only to respond that she was not pregnant. Izaya was persistent though. He was taught, by Corvi's father, a gentle trace of her feathered spine would make her change and she would not be able to flap away for at least an hour. It was time enough to drive into her again and again until she shuddered underneath him. By then, Corvi was a puddle in his hands. Once was not enough, even for Izaya.
What seemed to bother her the most, there was no meat in his apartment or very little. The one raw chicken breast was something she thumbed her nose at. Fruits and nuts were a plenty though. Had Izaya really changed his diet because she was there? He had just just laughed and flung his arms into the air when she asked. What kind of answer was that? An Izaya one, apparently.
It was different from the last time Corvi lived with him. He was doting, the infamous informant, was adoring every second of the day he spent with her. He brushed her midnight plumage. He scratched the residue from her talons. He rubbed crumbs from her beak. And she could not decide if it was sickening or if he had actually changed. She had to fit into his life before but that went over as well as cement shoes and swimming. So she tested her boundaries, perched on his head, pulled the fur from his hooded coat, swooped down to swipe his food. Just more laughing and hand gestures.
Five whole days of rain. They were due. It had not rained for over a month and now Tokyo had been gifted a marathon. She had not left simply for that reason. A fool flew in rain and she learned that lesson during the flight over. Humans knew nothing of the viciousness of water before it fell to the ground. Her bruises had been made worse because of the pelting rain. Her eyesight at night was bad already without torrents of water stabbing her eyes. Father always said not to fly in rain. She should of listened.
It was at the point of the day Corvi sat on the fake tree Izaya had bought her and stared out at the street below. Was that a flash of blonde hair? It was. Black pants from what she could see? It was! Was it- No. No, it was not. She had to stop herself from screaming; it would only come out as a crow call. Her black beak tapped methodically against the windowed wall. A form of meditation cleared her clouded mind as she forgot about the obvious red eyes watching.
Izaya had stepped into more mythology with Corvi. She was a crow, a messenger of death, something he could use to his advantage. Sure, he had Celty's head and when it awoke, who else would it see but him? But, always but, he wanted insurance. Corvi would deliver his name, show how much he deserved his dream, how he was a good father to her children, how much they were in love- Who could say no to that? She was also half swan, his little swan maiden. There might not have been a garment with feathers attached but whatever. Just like all the tales, if Corvi bore him three children, she would never leave his side. There was no way she could fly away with three kids in her two feet. Bonus points: The missing mother in her life would make her over compensate. She would adore them. Love them with every fiber of her being. And him for gifting her so. But right now, he just liked watching the faces she made at the cat.
That was right. Izaya Orihara bought a cat on the third day. A fat tuxedo wearing Maine Coon. The cat's brows were always furrowed, giving it an always pissed look and it seemed to be eternally hungry for bird meat. Why did he buy it? Just to give his black house guest a hard time. It was possible for them to coexist, if the cat was not so aggressive. But it was and Izaya found it fun to watch the animal kingdom in effect all over his apartment. The cat was plainly out of Corvi's weight class. One of her wings was as long as the feline, nose to tip of tail, but she held no interest in fighting with it.
Even at that moment, the cat sat at the base of the tree, fluffy tail twitching sporadically, ready to pounce at the giant crow. No heed was paid to the stalker, Corvi just kept tapping away at the window.
"Let's play a game, little crow," Izaya was ignored just like the cat, "Let's play house. I'll be the husband and you be-"
Five sharp "koww"s and she was on the bookshelf again. The spine of a book was grasped tightly in one of her black feet.
"Oh come on. I know you want to." The book whizzed by his head and clattered against the floor, "How's about this? You can pretend I'm Shizu-chan." There was not a book big enough to throw at him this time. Talons cracked through the wooden edge of the bookcase. Coal wings extended out and flapped downward; she was lifting up with the furniture in her feet.
"No? Why not? I thought you two were an item." The wooden bookcase returned to its' spot, shaking the floor underneath his feet.
Corvi felt ashamed, it was her fault. Had she just been honest- Well no. Shizuo would have flipped out and never have spoken to her again. The first time she had witnessed them fight had been foresight on the situation. But what was she supposed to do? There was no way to go back and erase Izaya from her life. Two choices: Tell Shizuo and watch him leave or not tell him and be happy for a short time. Was it really that bad? She liked him, he liked her. It was not like Corvi had wanted to know who was his first. Who or what happened before was not important to her.
"Did you really give it your all? I know you, little crow. You probably could have killed him. So why didn't you?" Black feathers drifted from the top of the bookcase as she shifted, "Why do you care so much Iza- Ahh, I know. I get it now. I'm your surrogate Shizuo. Can't have the real thing so-" His sudden burst of laughter stopped her.
"It's true you're a lot more manageable than that beast and your strength does amuse me but I'm not that type of guy," The metal of his knife reflected into her eyes; she had struck a nerve, "What about you? Your father and I share many qualities. Could it be daddy issues? You looking for something he never gave you?" She mimicked his laugh before leaning over the edge of her perch, her dark eyes sinister.
"I'm not that type of crow."
"There are three things that will make Corvi like anyone," Cornielle's three thin fingers were held up at Shizuo's face, "Cigarettes, booze and this" She shoved a damp white envelope into his hand. He did not even get to ask her how he had found his apartment. Had she followed him? The question was on his to do list but first- What had she just handed to him?
Tickets? Tickets to, he squinted at the name, Rain? The korean singer? A glint in Cornielle's eyes made him look back down at her, "Seriously?"
"She's 24, drinks like a fish, smokes like a chimney and acts like she doesn't care but- She secretly loves herself some Rain. Just don't tell her I told you. Also, don't tell her I used the rest of her savings to buy those. They- They weren't cheap." The cigarette fell from Shizuo's mouth as he gaped at the young girl. This had to be a joke.
"Seriously?" Cornielle scoffed at his confusion and snatched the tickets back. If he was going to act this dumb, "Fine. I'll take her myself. Prime quality sister tim- Hey!" He turned the tickets over in his hand as the girl hopped in vain. He was too tall. She was too short.
"So... seriously?"
"Yes! Seriously!" Well fuck. If it was that easy, he would have done it four days ago after their fight. Wait-
"H-how much does that say-"
"Yeah, 44000¥. Didn't know that was like 450 bucks until after I bought them." The two pieces of paper in his hand were more than his rent. And a fourteen year old was gifting the tickets to him. There had to be a catch, "What did you want in return?" Cornielle's cheeks flushed before she averted her midnight eyes. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth. With that reaction, there definitely was something she wanted. He opened his mouth to ask again. A faint whisper, just a hair softer and it would have not been audible, came from the girl.
"Huh?" He leaned closer in, missing some of her words.
"I was told- Mmm. No, I can't." Her blush grew and she covered her eyes with her lithe hands. She looked so much like Corvi, he wondered if this was how she was at that age. Cornielle's hesitation was starting to annoy him, "Just spit it out." He took the pause to light another cigarette.
"Your brother is Yuhei Hanejima, right?" Oh fuck. "Can I met him?" Shit. He caught the cigarette in his hand this time and did not notice how it baked his skin.
Where was it? Where had Izaya put it? Where was her phon- All thoughts stopped in Corvi's mind when she lifted up the magazine. Her eyes widened at the cover. It was filled with almost naked women in overtly suggestive poses. She had found it in the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed. It was completely normal for a guy to have such material there, she had found Corvidal's years ago. Curiosity got the better of her as she sat down on the bed and she flipped the booklet open. She should have known. Izaya had torn out the pages and replaced them with a knife catalog. Switchblades, butterflies, various daggers, there was even a section to order a custom knife. Her hands turned the pages roughly, almost tearing them out in the process, more knives. After Corvi was satisfied, she closed it and tossed it back into the drawer. Photos spilled out from the back to the floor. Photos of her. Photos of him. Photos of them together on the bed she was sitting on. Photos she had no knowledge of.
Namie had just finished sweeping up all the fur from the cat and feathers Corvi had shed. The wooden floor was finally clean when the upstairs bedroom door smashed into the desk. She reminded herself to demand a raise as she climbed the stairs. The door frame was half torn off. The hinges and chunks of the wall were ripped to shreds. Izaya's bird house guest was no longer in their bedroom but in the adjoining bathroom. From the sound of it, she was hurling up the fruit and nut breakfast he forced her to eat. Namie had already seen the pictures, just a occupational hazard. The bathroom door opened to show Corvi, face down in the toilet, arms clutching the tank, stomach convulsing violently.
"Was it the photos?" Corvi's head thunked against the seat as she tried to say no. They had made her angry, not sick.
"I'm a bird. I regurgitate but this- this isn't normal." Her brain was swimming. She looked up at the secretary with hooded eyes. Namie sighed before collecting the crow girl's short black hair and holding it out of the way.
"Don't say I never did anything for you."
Rice congee was not that hard to make. Boil the rice in water. Simple enough, right? For the first time in seven years, Corvi approached the stove. The end result was burnt rice. The second try, the rice completely dissolved because she had added too much water. The third try, she never got to. She decided to combine the two and quit wasting food. If she stirred it the right way, it kind of looked right. Her grandfather fed it to her when she visited. Whenever she saw him, she fell ill. It was almost like a curse but looking at her creation, she knew what the real curse was. Fuck it. Hands gripped the sides of the bowl and lifted it directly to her mouth. Rice flavored water with hard seeds that knocked into her teeth, a pungent aftertaste of burnt and too much pepper bombarded her tastebuds. When had she added pepper? She lowered the bowl from her face to find Izaya staring at her. Where he had gone earlier, she did not know and she did not ask. His chin rested on his hands as he watched her.
"Not feeling well?" His mouth drooped into a faux pout, "Let me have some" At no point was she going to stop him. Tears rolled down her face as she laughed at his vomiting. There, something her cooking was good for.
From the view on her fake tree, Corvi could see into the kitchen. The stove had been covered up with a tarp, chains wrapped around the covering and bricks sat on top. Nails were glued to the bricks, just so she would never attempt to pick them up.
"I'll do the cooking from now on, little crow," he had said. No objections from her. A drawn out meow came from below her. That fucking cat was hounding her again. Before she could shriek at it, hands wrapped around her resting wings and lifted her from her perch. Izaya's singsong voice rang, "Time for bed." As big of a bird as she was, her beak was not sharp. It could not break the skin of his hands. He was careful and positioned her feet away from his torso. Corvi's talons would have no chance of digging into anything. The new bedroom door was closed behind them. His fingers ran down her spine and he stepped back to watch the coal feathers fall off, one by one. A smirk formed on his face when only brown skin was left.
"Let's try something different tonight." No matter what it was, it always ended with a knife to her throat. She was just not willing, even with her losing streak. He never really wanted to break her, just instill a firm dominance in the bedroom. If he wanted, she would have to give but it was not working out so well. As soon as Izaya's hand grazed her cheek, his wrist was in an iron grip.
"Come on little crow. It won't be the same." It was not a promise. Corvi was too disobedient. Fighting with her head on would lead nowhere fast. He used his free hand to pull her cell phone from his pocket. It immediately caught her attention.
"You can call your little animal boyfriend after," Izaya used her faltering grip to his advantage and slipped his hand away quickly, "I'll even let you pretend that I'm him because I'm just that giving." It was almost too easy. The shirt she had borrowed sliced away quickly, her bra was just as simple. The fluffy down at the back of her head tickled his hand. Her entire body flinched away when he reached the newly forming feathers hidden underneath her black hair. Ah, another weak spot.
"Well what do we have here?" His hand grasped the new feathers tightly, "Still a little sensitive?" Like hell they were. The feathers still had a blood supply running through them. Any yank of her head would tear them out and the bleeding would be heavy. Izaya tugged downward, her chin lifted up, exposing Corvi's long light mahogany throat. His blade ran across the faint red marks, lightly biting into her skin. He had lied. It was exactly the same as any other time.
One thing was different, Corvi did not have to look up into his red eyes. With her face pressed up against a pillow, she could gaze outside. Rain, more rain, seven whole days of rain. At some point, it would drive her crazy but not just yet. Hands that traced delicately over her elevated hips were a more imminent threat to her sanity. She had not signed up for this but it was happening regardless. There were two Izayas, the daytime one, the one who was mostly playful, the one that threw taunts that were tolerable. This was not the same Izaya. His knife cut through the thin material of her panties and bit into the skin of her hips.
"I'm doing this for our future." Was he saying it to her or himself? Was it a valid reason? Two dexterous fingers played up and down before pressing into her entrance. A gasp that escaped her lips may have been muffled by the pillow but she was sure he heard it. Izaya confirmed her suspicions with a chuckle as he continued to finger her. She had come back to him of her own volition, it was her fault. There was no other place to go though. Her apartment was fulled with crows, her family, and their incessant cawing. It was not that she did not love them. It was not that she did not care for them but it was too much. Just too much for her to deal with. Her father had no doubt started throwing away the furniture. She would not need it at their family's home. Her thoughts died out as soon as Izaya stopped his ministrations. The soft sound of fabrics being tossed to the floor cam from behind her. It was the same every night, she still was not prepared for him.
"You need me. Just like I need you." Corvi wanted to say it was a lie. That all he was to her was a hideout but she too would be fibbing. Her hands balled together the sheets and pressed her face harder into the pillow. Izaya rested his weight against her back with one hand on her tender scalp, the tip of his member rubbed at her upper thigh.
"So how does Shizu-chan do it? I can't imagine him being gentle. Does he pull your hair like I do? I know, he probably calls you all types of names. Treats you like a dog. I bet he hits you and I bet you like it. Oh Cor-chan, how could you be with something like that?" His hot breath tickled her ear as he continued, "I'll save you though. Izaya is here to make you feel all better." As his voice died out, he entered her roughly. With her eyes screwed shut and teeth gritted, Corvi tried her best to silence her strangled cry. Izaya had heard it, like he always seemed to, and was spurred on to pull out almost completely and ram back into her. With her broken in, he continued gently. His grip on her hips was firm but soft. She could feel his mouth curl into his trademark smirk against the side of her face. No matter how far she buried her face, she could still feel him inside her, their hips connecting with each thrust. She could hear it, their flesh slapping together and their labored breathing. One of his hands angled her hips up further and the next thrust had her scream into the pillow. Corvi bit her lip until it bled to stop any sound he made her create. It was to no avail.
"My my," She could barely hear Izaya talking over her muffled cries, "Seems like you're enjoying yourself, little crow. Aren't you glad we're doing this now?" If he would just shut up, she could let go and relish the feeling. She could think about brown eyes, blonde hair, calloused hands but Izaya was intent on asserting his presence. She screwed her dark eyes shut and tried to think of anything else, not of Izaya's constant whispers or of his hands roaming her body. A picture of her family's house flashed in her mind before a tongue ran over the rim of her ear. It was shocking enough to make her finally face the man. Red met black and held it even with his increasingly rough thrusts. His grin blossomed into a full smile and his head reared back, unable to keep the laughter quiet any longer.
A hand grabbed the back of Corvi's head and yanked it up. She yelped at the sudden force. The new feathers were tangled in his grasp.
"You know what I want." Yes, she did and with him pounding that one spot, she could do nothing to deny Izaya. With her mouth agape and moans tumbling forth, Corvi hated herself as the word formed, "Iz-Iz- Maaah..." She had failed, as her punishment, his pace became even more rough and his fingers dug against her scalp.
"I- Iza- Izaya! Izaya! Izaya!" He loved it. The way she screamed his name, it was like a mantra. He was her god and every cry was a prayer. She was so close, her muscles tightened around his length and he was not too far behind but first, "Admit it. I want to hear you say it." Corvi clamped her lips tightly. No, she would not give him that. Even though her body betrayed her-
"Mmmh," Izaya's pale fingers played with the little bundle of nerves at her core.
"Say it. Who's better?" Her eyes watered before a tear streamed down her face. It could be worse, Corvi had told herself. Well, it had become worse. As much as she hated to admit, he was good, knew exactly where and how to touch but- Izaya always had a way of getting exactly what he wanted and this was no different, "I'm waiting."
"Izaya," she whispered his name and was happy he did not ask her to repeat her lie. Her let her scalp go and she closed her eyes again as her face hit the pillow. The sheets ripped in her balled hands as she came. Shivers ran down her spine, her legs quivered, sending Izaya over the edge too. He sighed into the skin of her neck and inhaled their intertwined scents before falling silent. After a few minutes, he rolled over, arms still wrapped around Corvi's midsection and chuckled. No matter how upset she seemed at that moment, she would act as if nothing happened in the morning. Just one of the reasons he found her so interesting.
It had stopped. The rain had stopped. Sure, there were puddles everywhere but it had stopped. Corvi could leave. Truthfully, she could have left before. She could have caught the train like she did before but she cringed at the thought of how crowded it would be. That and her father. He would be waiting patiently at her apartment. Shigeru knew where she had gone. He always did. He just let her be, go where she pleased. He knew she would come back. She always did.
With a bid of farewell to Namie, a pause to knock over a few vases and a swift kick to the cat's side, Corvi left. Izaya was out of the apartment, something she was thankful for. She would not have to deal with him. It was not a particularly hot day but the sun warmed her feathers as she flew back to Ikebukuro. She was not ready to face her father, to go back to her old home, to say goodbye to her new home. And there was one person who she wanted to talk to, to see before her father.
Saika: There's a girl wearing all black sitting in the park right now. A lot of crows are around her.
Setton: Really? What does she look like?
Taro Tanaka: I think that might be that girl that dated Shizuo. They say crows follow her everywhere. You should stay away from her.
Saika: I don't know... she doesn't look so mean. She just looks tired. I'll keep my distance though.
Kanra: You didn't answer Setton. Tell us what she looks like! Is she pretty?
Saika: I guess so. There's nothing really different about her except her skin color but- I can't really explain it.
Kanra: She's pretty in a mundane way? Like you feel like she's someone you see every day but you can't turn your eyes away for some reason?
Saika: Yeah. How did you know?
Kanra: Lucky guess! ( * 3*) ~~~3
Setton: ...yeah. That's Corvi.
Kanra: You should get out of there! All those crows mean death! She's probably a witch and is getting ready to cast a spell! She might catch you and use you as an ingredient in her witch's brew!
Taro Tanaka: There's no such thing as witches, Kanra. Stop trying to scare her.
Setton: She's not a witch...
Setton: Is she still there? Does she look like she's about to leave?
Kanra: Why? Are you trying to catch a glimpse of a new urban legend, Setton?
Saika: She's still here. Crows keep showing up.
Kanra: Witch! Witch!
Kanra: Spells!
Kanra: She's summoning them for something big!
Kanra: Ikebukuro is doomed! Help us!
Celty hated the internet every now and then. It was mostly just chat rooms. They were the fastest source of information though and this chat room had gifted her. And by extension, after she had sent the text, Shizuo.