An: Finally! To a scene that I've wanted to write since chapter five!
The Ninth Chapter, we've come a long way in a short amount of time.
Two people and a bad movie.
Izaya and I sat in front of the couch, watching a Hanejima Yuuhei movie. We were laughing; it was meant to be a tragedy.
"I don't think normal humans bleed like that." I commented, grabbing some popcorn. Izaya had said earlier that he didn't want any popcorn at all. So I helped myself to it. Apparently the man didn't like junk food.
"Ah, but remember Ri-chan these aren't normal humans, they're mafia ninjas." Izaya replied, causing me to giggle. "The acting in this movie is equally as bad as the plot."
"Hey, don't insult Hanejima Yuuhei, because his fan girls will find you, gut you like a pig, and offer you as sacrifice to their god, Yuuhei." I warned him. I only then noticed that I was leaning on the informant, I moved myself.
"Why did you pick this, as the date?" Izaya adjusted himself.
"I don't know, I didn't want to pick anything romantic. It'd ruin our bromance." I replied. It was kind of a lie. I never liked to idea of going to a restaurant or a movie for a date; I much preferred something less cliché.
"Bromance? Is there something you're not telling me?" Izaya lifted an eyebrow as another Yakuza zombie fell to the ground.
"I'm not a man, I just think that's the best way to label us." I responded. "I mean, I would call us friends, but everyone on the mother fucking planet thinks we're dating. So to appease both parties, we are in a bromance."
He shrugged and left it at that. Then the main character's girlfriend got her legs cut off. Blood was everywhere, and we started laughing. It was such a tear jerker, as the case said; we were laughing so hard we were in tears.
There were several points that the boom mic was in the shot and I couldn't help but point it out each time.
It was comfortable in the room, I didn't even realize why until three quarters into the movie. I was sitting extremely close to Izaya, leaning on him. He was warm. I mentally punched myself in the face for acting so girly. I didn't move though, my body wouldn't let me. I heard Izaya laugh darkly.
"You're awfully comfortable. You sure you're not falling for me? I'll understand if you have. I won't be your boyfriend or anything, but I'll understand." He smiled. I moved away from him. Damn him for being so perceptive. It was suddenly colder and I didn't like it. However, I didn't like Izaya being full of himself either.
"Fuck you." I huffed.
"Mature a little and I will." He retorted, earning him a punch in the ribs. I sincerely hoped that it hurt and would bruise.
The movie had a equally bad ending where the main character jumps off a moving train and barrel rolls, slicing evil henchmen number 42's head off. Then he runs to save his legless girlfriend from the rival mafia ninja boss. However he was too late, as the antagonist jumps off a confidently located cliff, legless girlfriend in arms. Thus, the hero avenges his father's death, but loses the woman he loved. It. Was. Bad.
I looked at the time on my phone.
"I have to go to work." I informed Izaya.
Before I got up I did the single dumbest and lamest thing on the planet. I gave Izaya a quick kiss on the cheek… I wasn't thinking. Rushing, I grabbed my coat and flew out of the apartment.
Why am I such a stupid person?
Two people, I didn't want to see.
Have you ever seen someone you haven't talked to in a while? You didn't leave on the best of terms and the moment was just awkward.
That's how I felt the moment I saw Mina and Hori eating in my workplace. Why was she even there? She didn't even like Russian Sushi!
"Ria…." Where the first words out of her mouth.
"H-Hey, Mina-san…" I managed to spit out. I really wished that we got more customers more often. Because then I could have made an excuse to not talk to her. Unfortunately, Simon wasn't the best at attracting customers. And I wasn't about to get my antisocial ass outside in the winter weather.
"Ria-chan, we haven't seen you in a while. I heard from Yume that you're shacking up with Orihara Izaya." Hori said, eating some sushi. I figured that he had dragged the unwilling girl along with him. I made my best not amused face at him for several reasons.
"Is it true?" Mina asked.
"I really don't want to talk about him right now." I sighed, remembering the stupid move from earlier. "How's your love for Heiwajima going?"
She looked like she was going to rain buckets of tears. "I gave him my number and he hasn't called once!"
"That's to be expected, I mean you gave it to him on your scarf and it was only two nights ago, stop worrying." Hori picked up another piece of sushi. Mina began to rant about how she didn't have any paper and it seemed cool to take off her pink scarf and write it on there, even if she was freezing cold on the walk back home.
"Woah… scarf? Heiwajima had something like that last night…" I attempted to recall. Mina's eyes lit up with excitement at this.
A ring came out of nowhere and Mina frantically began searching for her phone. It turned out to be mine instead.
Orihara Izaya.
I growled at the screen.
"Hey, Dennis… do you think you can make this into sushi?" I asked him, holding out my phone.
"I can try…" He reached for it and I pulled it away.
"Oh my god, I wasn't serious." I said hugging, the still ringing phone. I sighed, figuring it'd be better to answer it now rather than later. "Hello, Izaya."
"Ah~ My honey~" He cried in a bitterly sarcastic tone. I figured wrong and pressed end.
"Was that the alleged information broker?" Hori asked. I nodded. He shook his head in disappointment. "What happened?"
"He's a douche." I replied. Hori's eyes asked for more details. "He kissed me. Then attacked my sushi, I made what I thought was a ridiculous request; a date. He said yes. Then at said date, which was just a movie in the apartment, he teased me. Then I did something stupid, which was kiss him goodbye."
"Wow, all in one day?" Mina blinked.
"NO NOT ALL IN ONE DAY!" I yelled, earning a dirty look from Dennis.
"Hmmm, looks like you girl's could you a gay man's advice." Hori smiled. I knew it.
"YOU'RE GAY!" Mina jumped back in surprise. We just looked at her like she was retarded. "I mean, I knew you kissed a few guys but… I just thought you were bi-curious. Damn it, another attractive male has been taken from our grasp!"
He just sighed and shook his head.
"Okay, this plan leads to Valentine's day." He began. "Which means we have three weeks for goal accomplishment."
I grimaced at the words Valentine's day. I hated that holiday more than any other. It was just a day filled with girls giving chocolates. Not getting them. That sucked. I was a waste of my time.
Or was it?
Yes it was…
Two people, half naked on my "bed".
The first thing I saw upon entering the apartment that night was a woman without her shirt on with an also shirtless Izaya on top of her… It psychologically raped me. I wanted to turn the couch over and stomp on the blonde bimbo's face. I wanted to smash the nearest lamp over his head.
The woman blushed furiously, her blue eyes widened. Izaya smirked and continued to kiss on her neck. She stifled a moan. My rage boiled over. No. No. It was what he wanted. He was testing my patience.
"That's great if you want to do that Izaya, but could you not do that on what is technically my bed?" I requested, trying to keep my expression emotionless.
"Ah, but Ri-chan it was my couch before it was your bed." He smirked, nibbling on the unknown woman's neck. Mentally I was vomiting. Mentally I was breaking furniture and throwing things like I was Heiwajima Shizuo. I'd like to add I wasn't mentally doing those things at the same time.
"Touché, I have to pee." I stated, exiting towards the bathroom. In all reality I didn't have to pee. That was just my first action of escape ever since the first grade. No ones going to question if you have to pee.
I entered the bathroom and locked the door. The bathroom wasn't anywhere near the living room. At least it wasn't so close that I could hear them. Not that they'd be talking much. I sighed, resisting mild tears. I couldn't help but imagine myself in her shoes. I was… jealous? I had never been jealous of another woman in that way. Jealous of other's attractiveness, hell yes. Jealous of other's personal wealth, so often. Jealous of that bastard who had the highest level in Street Fighter, all the time. But jealous of a woman for who she was with, not once.
I got out my phone and searched through my contacts.
Hori.. Hori… found it… calling… calling.
"Hello?" Answer.
"Hori…" My voice ended up cracking. It only made me more frustrated, causing tears to well up.
"What's wrong Honey?" Hori asked, genuine concern in his voice. I gasped for air.
"I walked in the house just now…" I attempted to calm down. "And there was a woman, she was really pretty, well prettier than me. And she had huge boobs and a lacey bra…."
"Um… Are you attempting to turn me on… didn't we already establish my sexual orientation?" He asked. I sighed in frustration. Even gay men were clueless.
"No, Izaya… on top of her…" I tried to communicate without having to explain every detail.
"Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry!" He replied. "You were too good for him!"
"You don't believe that." I fought more tears, wiping the few away.
"You're right." He responded. Gee, way to make a girl feel special. "Where are you now?"
"His bathroom… I played it off like I didn't care…" I kept my voice low, in case the bastard came around.
"What the fuck? You're still there?" He clearly didn't feel any more sympathy for me. "What are you doing talking to me? Kick that bitch off your man!"
"He's not my man, and he was on top of her." I corrected him.
"Whatever! You're the only bitch allowed in that apartment! Kick her ass! If you want I'll go over there and help you!" Hori yelled, I began to smile. I looked in the mirror, tear stains.
"No thanks, I'll handle this matter on my own." I said, hanging up the phone. I washed my face.
I was going to sit there across from them and stare at them, making her feel very uncomfortable. I decided that. I was actually hoping that they were so far as hardcore at that moment. I smiled to myself as I walked back into the living room.
I was only crushed with disappointment upon arrival. The woman was gone and Izaya just sat on my "bed". I blinked, I wasn't on the phone that long. She must have left.
"Where did MC Boobs-a-lot go?" I asked.
"Oh, she left. She said something about not wanting to walk on another girl's territory." He replied, shrugged. I suddenly had a huge amount of respect for McTit-burger.
"Sorry for being a cock block." I wasn't at all sorry. In my head I was high-fiving myself and pelvic thrusting.
"It's fine." He stood up, walking towards me. When the red eyed man reached me he placed his arm around me. "You and I should go out for drinks."
"I can't legally drink alcohol." I replied, not that I hadn't tried it. Kana and I tried beer together once. It tasted like ass, nothing like beer bread.
"Who said anything about legally?" He smiled at me.
I wasn't going to get wasted.
I wasn't going to get wasted.
I was too smart to get wasted.
As we walked out the door I only hoped I wouldn't get wasted.