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Chapter XXVI
There comes a time in schemes, where things slow down. Both sides get a chance to regroup and get their bearings. I fucking hate this part. Those bastards don't need to regroup, they're just going to be pulled apart piece by piece, and because they had time to strengthen themselves, I feel all the more obligated to make their lives a living hell.
First things first, I am an informant. I have already given the city a month off from my tyranny, and as a result, I have to get back in the game. So, staking the streets was the first thing on my list. I have noted that humans are people of ritual. They do the same thing day in and day out in the same order, and I am no different. Wake-up, get ready, stalk some unlucky motherfucker, get in a fight, go to sleep, and repeat.
What does make me different is the fact I have a few rituals I change out that makes it seem that I don't have one. I am never in the same place two days in a row, nor the same place the same day the following week. The only exception is when I am vastly interested in something. Then, I spend all my time hooked on it like some drug addict needing their daily fix.
My head was bowed, eyes covered by my straight chocolate brown hair my footsteps even and precise. I turned my head slightly, I was being followed. I impulsively turned down a random street, knowing he was going to follow. I took a white handled switch blade from my pocket and hid it within my own fur lined jacket, a smirk playing happily over my face. I pulled the hood over my head, concealing my amused face making it harder to stalk me.
Seeing a crowd of people I took a detour through them. I gently pushed people out of my way as a truck drove past. Right on schedule, it's nice to think I can still depend on public transportation. I jumped up and crouched on top of it, looking at the surprised faces of pedestrians, and the amused face of my pursuer.
Looking over my shoulder I looked for the street I needed to use to get to my destination. There were a few people that I needed to check up on without actually talking to them. If this bastard continued to follow me, than I was just going to have to pull an old trick and hope no one notices.
Jumping off of the truck I calmly walked onto a near empty street, looking completely relaxed as I let the switchblade fall into my hand. My eyes shifted to the roof to my right, hoping to catch a glimpse of my pursuer, knowing this wasn't going to happen at all. He was still on my tail, I didn't need eye contact to validate this. He's just creepy like that.
I turned again, slowing my pace slightly. Scanning the streets as I walked, turning my head to the side as I pushed my glasses higher up on my nose, the glass in the frames reflecting the sunlight covering my fake golden caramel eyes. I spun around on my heel and leaned against a light pole, crossing my arms, bowing my head as I put a piece of gum in my mouth, chewing slowly.
"Eiko-chan, why are you running from me?" asked Izaya pouting as he danced around the pole a yard to my left. I bowed my head again and shook my head. He's been clingy here recently, reasons I didn't want to try to figure out. I looked up through my hair, only a matter of time. Only a matter of time before the next Sin showed up, if I was right Lust was getting aggravated by Izaya and my refusal to admit that we loved each other. Time to call in reinforcements for her point of view, who was I to argue?
"I wasn't running Izaya-kun, simply avoiding conversation," I replied with an all-knowing shrug feeling a sense of déjà-vu. Anyone else? I turned to the side as I pushed myself off of the pole and pointed my finger toward Izaya, acting like I shot him. "Bang." My voice was flat, a smirk spreading across my face as a dark chuckle filled the air around me.
"IZAYA!" I heard behind me as I ducked casually under a trashcan that was bolted to the ground. I turned as I was roughly pushed aside, someone was in a pissy mood. I frowned slightly at the stampeding blonde, still has no manners when Izaya is near. I shook my head, the back of my bob cut tickling the back of my head. Tom walked over and helped me up.
"Don't mind him, unless you make him mad," he said with a smile, as I dusted off my jeans. I turned back toward the fight. I lightly kicked Tom's knees and covered my head as a car flew through the air, landing across the intersection from where Tom and I were standing. The two of us turned toward it, my head slightly shaking. I say that this is pointless, ridiculous even, but that's because being on the sidelines is stupid, and pointless. Maybe later I'll try crashing their game of cat-and-mouse.
Turning back, I forced my jaw to fall in amazement. The cars that were parked on the curb were overturned or completely dismantled. Short work Shizuo, I'm impressed. Running my eyes over the street I tried to find the duo. The blonde was easy; just trace the flight path of random impossibly heavy objects. Izaya was found weaving through the new maze of pole javelins embedding themselves in the building.
"What's gotten him so mad this time?" I asked half smiling as Izaya ran across the roof of a building, pausing only to duck under another random heavy object. I pulled Tom down as Izaya jumped over us, a street sign sailing over us. Typical tactic Izaya, you've done this before. It's almost expected now, you need more material.
"Who knows, those two hate each other, he normally does this when they collide." We stood back up slowly. I shrugged and pulled out some more gum, holding the pack out for Tom to take one. He looked at me like I was crazy, just noticing I wasn't terrified. I turned as I heard some footsteps running behind us. Yuzuki, her auburn hair was longer, just underneath her shoulder blades. I felt my expression harden, she'd figure out it was me in a matter of seconds if I wasn't careful. Good thing I'm everything but.
"Izaya again?" she asked Tom nodded and sighed as I saw Izaya land in front of us, hands in his pockets, his posture showing that he was about to tease Shizuo, figure out where this is from yet? "What's that moron doing?" came behind me in a whisper. My eyes focused on Yuzuki, so she's already figured out how this works. Well, this is about to change slightly because I was here, and Izaya knew it.
I don't really remember how it started. Probably when Izaya figured out I was a real threat to how things were ran under his tyranny that he started doing this. He needed me out of the way. What better way to bring both enemies down than to put them against one another. He gets Shizuo to accidently hit me with a vending machine and I die trying to take him out and in result severely injure him so that the well informant can swoop down and finish the job. Needless to say, that's one of the reasons I kept getting closer to Shizuo.
"Now Shizu-chan, your aim has always been bad, but I haven't broken a sweat. I think you're losing your touch," Izaya teased as he pulled out a flick blade. I blinked as Shizuo picked up a car, I turned toward Yuzuki and Tom, they were already running. I smiled and ran up the side of a building, grabbing onto a window and used my momentum to flip and land on the edge, my hair falling neatly around my face for once.
The car flew through the air; Izaya jumping out of the way like he did the last time this situation had occurred. This time nobody got hurt, lucky me. I sat on the edge, thinking. I wasn't expecting Izaya to drop by. He said himself that he was going to watch me work from a distance, like I was an ordinary person poking her nose in places it shouldn't be. By doing this his caused me to draw attention to myself, why? I kicked my feet out from the side of the building and looked up toward the clouds.
We had discussed it over, no contact whatsoever in public too dangerous for the both of us. Hell, I was thinking about re-enrolling into the academy, I can pass as a high school kid even if I was pressing on 24 years old. I mean sure I'd have to buy new uniforms, but if I didn't have to then I'd get some weird stares. Mine was still covered in blood, hanging on the side of my closet that kept my ruined clothes, my trophies.
I turned my head to the side, almost 24. I wasn't one to make a big deal about my birthday, but Celty, Shinra, and Shizuo would normally pull me away from work and we'd have lunch and hang out like we weren't a group made up of an underground doctor, bodyguard with unreal strength, and a freaking Dullahan. If I still cared about emotions other than sadistic joy, I'd probably say it was nice. Like I said though, I don't really care. This year I was going to just keep living life, messing with people's heads. This was going to be fun.
I pulled a phone from my pocket, answering it when the screen lit up, before the ringtone chimed in. "Yeah?" I asked answering the phone Izaya had given me, sliding down the building I was on and blended into the crowd. I had checked the lines as I forged every document needed to make a fake identity, driver's license, diplomas, and etcetera. They were secure; no body I knew could tap into our conversations. Still, I wondered, Izaya was probably somewhere safe, top of a high building watching me. I didn't care.
"Katsu-chan! It's so nice to hear your voice! Now that we're working together you won't mind dropping by my office sometime today will you?" I said that it sounded fair, even though all I was doing today was getting a feel for the city, so take a damage report from the past month. "Also, could I see the knife you used to cut Hisaro-kun?"
"I was wondering when you were going to ask about it, sure I'll pick I up on my way. I'm proud of that knife, haven't used it since." I took out a white handled switch blade, roses covering the handle and let the spring snap, looking at the blade. I turned my head and saw some guys blocking the entrance to an alleyway. "Hey I'll talk to you later." I hung up as Izaya sang his farewells. I pocketed the phone and closed the knife, letting the weapon fall into the sleeve of the Izaya-like jacket I was wearing, pulling my hood down.
I walked up to the thugs, tattoos on their necks, sleeves of ink on their arms, pleasant people. They were built too, their arms about a thick as me, normal people would be intimidated. Locking my jaw I bowed my head bringing my shoulders up slightly in fear to keep suspicion down. My knife fell into my right hand, once again ready to fight. My other hand had a small flick blade. I looked at the three men as they looked down on me. I leaned back and frowned, letting my shoulders fall as if I had forgotten my fear. I lifted myself up on my tip toes and tried to peek over one of their shoulders, only to be pushed back.
"Now, where are your manners? Don't you know it's impolite to push a girl?" I asked pouting as I made the tone of my voice sound genuinely hurt. My hair laid over my eyes hiding the fact that I was happy due to the challenge this posed. I could put away with them, but whatever they were guarding it was a fight. The familiar sounds of someone completely dominating another body in fist-to-cuffs was heard clearly from my position.
A smirk spread across my face as the sounds suddenly stopped, by the lack of resistance, the victim of this brutal beat down was probably dead. Beaten to death, how pitiful, though those deaths provide beautiful blood splatters. The men twisted their faces in confusion as Hisaro walked out of the alleyway, bodyguards huh? Hisaro must've heard me and he turned to the men and frowned.
"I told you to guard the alleyway, never did I say it was ok to hurt someone, much less a girl," he said sternly and then walked over and helped me up. "My sincere apologies, Miss…." He trailed off, oldest trick in the book Hisaro. I took his bloody hand, scanning his already imperfect face for any fresh injuries, seeing none. Completely one-sided, how pitiful on his part.
"Muro, Eiko Muro," I said softly as I relaxed visibly and brushed myself off, pushing the knives in my sleeves away from my hands. "And you are?"
"The city calls me Primus Maximus," he said with a smirk. I forced my eyes to widen as I took a step back. He instinctively shot his hand out and grabbed my left wrist, bad idea. I let my switchblade snap in my right hand as I cut Hisaro's chest shallowly, not looking at the nice arch of blood as I ran away. Well there goes my cover, blown just because I reacted, shameful Katsuki, just shameful.
I started laughing as I quickly lost them, so much for laying low, but I simply can't stand it when people try to assert themselves through touch. Sure, it looked like I was overreacting, but he had this ring on. It had an aura on it that wasn't right. Oppressive, influential something like that. Did Wrath give that to him? No, Ellie might have if something was in for her, the head. With all the power under Hisaro, he could order everyone to look for the head.
It even slightly glowed when he touched me, as if it was trying to inject that influence in me. I couldn't see if I was alright, I mean as I ran I felt exhilarated, like I always did when some poor soul was following me in pursuit only to either get seriously injured or killed all together. If that ring had worked, I probably would've stopped if I had the effects noted right from that short contact.
I pressed my back against the wall of an alleyway and leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The cool air around me felt good as I inhaled turning my chin slightly toward the direction of the thundering footsteps of Hisaro and hypnotized company. I chuckled to myself and hugged my stomach. Surprises always put me in a good mood.
I collected myself and walked out of the alley, my eyes shining in the sunlight. Oh, could you be any more obvious Hisaro? It was simple, though the ring didn't have its influential hold on me, I knew that some sort of contact must be made and possibly eye contact. He, being the gang leader, will have this influence. Controlling everyone in this city like puppets, that's very cliché. I was hoping the time off would've made this more fun. At this rate I was going to be so bored with his cliché moves that I'll just let things spiral out of control.
I mean, influence was key in Ikebukuro given his goal, but he's going about it the fast and easy way. I had my influence far and wide, no magical relic to my aid. No, I did things the old fashion way, brute force, actions that are frowned upon in all societies, and blackmail. This was almost cheating Hisaro, and you of all people should know what I do with cheaters. You should've never taken that ring.
This brings up another question, are Saika's children affected? More importantly, is Anri still herself? I hated when these worlds collide, the mortal human and mythological. If they were affected, if the control he had was more, shall we say potent, than Anri's than we have a problem. I was planning on pulling a few strings, or telling Izaya my idea and let him pull the strings as I try to find more hair color to match my real one. Hisaro wasn't getting my sensitive side that says it's wrong to kill this time. I let him walk once, that was his one change. Not my fault he played into my plan.
XxX
I pulled my keys out and unlocked the door, pausing to look over my shoulder. I left the door open as I smirked and threw my jacket on the couch, kicking off my shoes listening as the door closed. My hair fell into my face a smirk gracing my features as I walked to my window, standing in front of it. I crossed my arms and chuckled to myself. Here I was getting what I needed to go to his place in Shinjuku. Little did Izaya know, I had been carrying that knife around for the past week, just in case I saw my opportunity.
I looked to just right of my ghostly reflection in the glass as Izaya stood behind me mirroring my posture. We were looking into each other's eyes within the reflections, both our eyes gave away no emotions to clues to what they were. I raised my head and pushed my bangs up slightly so they rested just above my eye instead of over it. I smirked slightly, narrowing my eyes in a dare toward the informant.
I kicked the ground and spun on my heel to face him and look into his eyes head on. I then let my smirk melt off of my face as I reached into my back pocket, the one that's normally empty, and wrapped my hand firmly around a gold plated modified Swiss army knife case. I held the knife even with my eyes and Izaya turned his head to the side.
He reached for the knife and I moved it out of his reach and shook my head. He frowned playfully and tried to get it again. I danced under his arm and stood behind him, pulling out another knife from my belt and pointed it toward him, shaking my head.
"Only I can wield this knife. My reasoning behind it is simple, the knives snap into place if I flick my wrist just right," I demonstrated it a nice loud click heard, three knives snapping into an upright position. "This is how I cut Hisaro the first time, planning on him making a comeback, I wanted a trick up my sleeve with this knife. Still working the kinks out on that plan, few more things I need to find out. Reason I was out earlier." I released the knives, letting them swing around a few times as I let this sink in. The informant watched me curiously as I continued explaining the mechanics of my knife. "The knives won't cut my hand, anyone else's hand is going to be chopped off at the second knuckle. There is something to block it from closing completely unless I push it down myself." I moved my thumbs to the backs of the knives and closed the knife slowly, moving my own hand out of the way. I handed Izaya the knife, leaning against the window.
"Interesting, did you make this yourself?" I shook my head and explained I only messed with how and when the blade locks. I had also modified it as I had gotten older so if I needed to use it again I didn't have to waste my time. Izaya looked at the knives almost in a daze, not daring to swing the knife heeding my warning. "What are we going to do with Hisaro hmm?" I was handed the knife back as I smirked and chuckled malicious intent heard behind it clear as day.
"We are going to set him up for his demise, and I then I'll probably kill him. If I don't then Abbadon will do so, and nobody will beat me to that kill." I frowned and threw the knife, blades locked open into my wall, all three blades making a new home there. Needed to sharpen those, shouldn't forget that. I stood there staring at my knife blinking a few times.
The silence, that I was vaguely aware of, was broken by my personal cell phone going off in my pocket. I took the device out and looked at the ID, normally this would be something I'd answered regardless, but I wasn't in the mood. I slid the "ignore" bar across the screen and replaced the phone in my pocket without a second thought, knowing that whoever needed me would leave a message.
I smiled and walked into my kitchen. In a bowl soaking in holy water, were forty caliber bullets for a hand gun that I had stolen from a corpse a couple of years ago. I took the bullets out and laid them on a towel, six hours. I took out my rose switchblade and put it in the water, better be safe than sorry.
"So you're going to start carrying a gun?" I looked up briefly, gently letting go of the knife and made sure it wasn't going to fall into the water completely. Only the blade needed to soak, the handle was a useless weapon. It wasn't a weapon at all. I walked the three steps it took to get to the other side of the kitchen and jumped up and sat on the counter.
"Not going to use it, guns are for cheaters. Let's call it my ace, because let's face it, Wrath's almost killed my ass twice now and I want to see if Holy Water does anything to him, I mean according to the church it's suppose to 'cleanse' the body and all of that bull shit." I waved my hands around like I really didn't believe it could do it, but being a skeptic came with the job.
Izaya looked at the shiny copper plated bullets in question, he had just as much faith in this plan as I did. Now for those who haven't caught on, there is no faith in my plan whatsoever. I rested my elbows on my knees and chuckled, he was becoming more transparent by the day. This amused me, though knowing how these things worked out he would see through me just as well.
I clicked my tongue and cupped my chin in my right hand in thought. Influence, that could only be the work of Lust. That means it wasn't just the Sins, Hisaro had working for him, it was now one problem. Celty wasn't going to be happy when I anonymously drop the hint. I loved this game more and more by the day! I leaned back and laughed, my face graced with a smile.
"Izaya-kun, what are we going to do with this alliance between humans and demons?" I said lowering my face and my smile melted as I saw how close Izaya was, literally right next to me. He turned toward me with his head and shrugged nonchalantly.
"Went and found Lust though, there is a way around her ring," he said with a smirked his eyes lighting up. I turned my head downward in slight confusion. "What's there to be confused about Katsu-chan, it is Lust we're talking about. If you haven't found out what I mean by now, then I'm afraid that I was wrong about you." Looks like I was right, sometimes I hate that. Regardless, he was challenging my pride, I couldn't have that now could I?
I scoffed and grabbed the collar of his v-neck and pulled him up toward slightly and kissed him. He smiled as he put his hands on my hips and stood in front of me. I then ran my hand across his chest and wrapped the other one around his neck as I broke the kiss and laid my forehead on his. Whether it was from our rigorous exercise regime, or the fact we both knew this was going to happen, neither one of our breaths were labored, we were both smirking with pleasure.
"So, we just do this every couple of days and we don't have to worry about being Hisaro's zombies? Not my choice in method, but I guess I could make it work," I said my voice drenched in sarcasm that made my true feelings on this subject hidden. Izaya smirked and kissed my nose quickly, moving his face from my forehead and rested his chin on my shoulder.
"You say that but we both know that you like it just as much as Lust herself," he whispered in my ear, keeping himself out of the conversation. I remarked that he liked this arrangement as much as I did. He lifted his head and let his smirk melt off of his face as I laughed. We both froze as someone knocked at my door. "Now, I don't suppose you were expecting company were you?" I shook my head and pulled the knife from Izaya's pocket.
I opened the door, as I pushed the blade out of it's casing, hiding it behind the door. I put on a fake confused smile that was quickly wiped away. A man stood in the door way, medium build, normal plain yellow t-shirt and black pants. He was brunette with purple eyes, not to mention the perfectly tanned skin. His chin was pointed upward and the shit-eating grin was plastered on his face.
I pointed my knife toward him and pulled my left foot back as I narrowed my eyes, my lips angled down in a frown. I sighed at the bee-fuck standing in the doorway, took this guy long enough to show up. I heard Izaya walk behind me, wasn't every day I point a knife at someone standing in my door. Alright, if this was about two weeks ago sure me doing this was to be expected but she who everyone is looking for is technically dead. Though, I know how they found me.
"Pride," I said my voice in a monotone.
I learned from Yuzuki that aura's also give away feelings, so true feelings are going to run rampant, or be covered up with a monotone. Though Pride will know that I'm actually excited to see him, he won't know anything else beyond that with time. He nodded with a smirk, that same god damn smirk that I use, that Izaya uses. I slowly backed away from the door and flicked my wrist the knife flying back into its casing as I gave it back to Izaya.
I crossed my arms and sat in my chair, gesturing for Pride to take the couch. I pulled a knife that was hidden out of the seat out and held it in my hands, making sure the sin could see it. I hated this position, the two most prideful people in Ikebukuro in the same room with the personification of Pride himself, we're fucked. Izaya seemed to get the weight of our position as well as he leaned against my armrest and cross his arms, the knife I had stolen clenched in his fist. He and I were sharing the joy here.
"Lust sure does know how to pick 'em," commented Pride sitting back, putting his arms over his head. "You two aren't much to look at though, but I know why she called me. Too arrogant to admit you two love each other, disappointing to her, and a new opportunity to me." I tilted my head to the side, I had to get a read on this guy. I smirked; time to pull out the informants' bag of tricks. Pride eh? I sat back and rolled my shoulders relaxing.
"Arrogance? That's an interesting way to put it. Have either one of you considered that we know our feelings and we find it sexier to not do anything about it? That we are trying to test our will?" I raised an eyebrow, if I was asked this question I knew exactly what I would say. Pride this is going to be fun why, because you will insist that we are in denial and our pride will drive us to kiss, not going to happen. I raised my eyebrows.
"Then prove it," said Pride chuckling arrogantly. I rolled my eyes, predictable. I turned toward my partner in crime, his turn. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, arms crossed over my legs. I saw something shine out of the corner of my eye. I smirked as I jumped up and over the head of my chair, landing to where I could see both men. I let my knife snap as I pointed it to the bigger threat, Izaya.
"How's that for proof? A little blood always excites me," sneered Izaya as a small cut was felt stinging on my cheek. I ran my thumb over the cut and licked the blood off of my thumb. "Katsu-chan seems to disagree though." This brought a pout to his face, fake. I chuckled as Pride's smirked widened. Man, I hated this guy and it's only been a few minutes.
"Oh yes Izaya-kun that's it," I commented sarcastically rolling my eyes, "You found me out shoot me now, or better yet, why don't you cut me again, if you can that is." I narrowed my eyes, Come-on Pride, this can be interoperated one of two ways, sexual tension or complete and utter hate. I was hoping on the latter. If he said we hated each other our cooperation would seem to be a time bomb waiting to go off. Then when we win, it'd seem to be a miracle, making both of us seem scarier.
"You two are full of me, you two are making me very, very proud," Pride remarked clapping as he stood up, the two of us not moving in response. "I'll leave you two with…whatever you're doing. Can't admit it my ass Lust, as far as I can tell these two hate each other because they love each other." He walked out of my apartment. I lowered my arm and threw my head back in laughter. Too easy.
My laughter was cut off by me being pushed into the corner of the room, two warm hands grabbing at my waist. I widened my eyes and even went as far as to opening my mouth to ask a question as to what the hell was going on. Oh course all I got out was "Iz-" before I got cut off. Three seconds to guess why.
… … …
Yup, Izaya kissed me. I wasn't shocked, we both were hoping Pride wouldn't be long, I mean we were in the middle of something before he came to begin with. Might as well continue it, am I right? I pulled at his v-neck as I pulled myself closer to him, only to be directed back to the corner. I angled my head upwards and tangled my free hand in his air.
I pushed against Izaya and actually knocked the informant down, pinning his arms to the ground and looked down at him. I smirked and laid my forehead against his again. He smirked and kissed the tip of my nose. I chuckled to myself and lowered my head to kiss him again, moving my hands from his wrists to the floor beside his head. His arms were then wrapped around my neck as he pulled me closer. One of the hands then tangled themselves in my hair, sending shivers down my spine.
I smiled as I rolled over and laid next to him on the floor, feeling his hand grapping mine, and squeezing it. He laid on his other hand as I put mine on my stomach. I sighed and smiled to myself, screw you Lust, you may be right, but we're sure as hell not going to tell you.
"So, we should be good for a while, yeah?" I said whimsically raising both of my eye brows feeling emotion overload. Izaya nodded with a satisfied smile on his face. "See ya in a month or so?" Another smile laced nod was given as we sat up and ignored each other as we went to our own business. We're so nice to each other we know.
Again, I'm so Sorry this took forever and until the Zombie Apocalypse to come out. I couldn't find the inspiration to edit, and then I started to listen to the playlist I have for this story and then I read this chapter, and then Tuesday I forced myself to sit down and start editing this. So then I saw the last part of the chapter and figured this is part 1 on how you guys can forgive me.
As for Part 2, I'm going to put the first chunk of "Innocuous" Book 2 of this story. It hasn't been edited a lot, like I read through it once and fixed some things but that's it. I am probably not going to post it right after I'm done with "The Overseer," but take a break for like a month and continue writing it (I'm only on chapter 2 and I like to get at least 10 chapters in before I commit to posting it online) So, here's the thing, the book jumps around from the past to the present A LOT. It makes sense after the first chapter, but I'm only putting the first third up here right now.
Chapter I
Katsuki Rin: 21 years old.
Rain poured from the sky, the cold radiated from the pole of the umbrella in my hands as I jumped into a puddle. A chuckle escaped as sniffling was heard in the alley I had stopped in front of. Smirking as my auburn hair covered my eyes, I turned toward the sound, the darkness of the night and the lack of street lamps inside the alley making it impossible to see. I tilted my head to the side, waiting.
Another sniffle came, it wasn't a child. No, but it wasn't an adult. I smirked. I see that someone has been getting just as bored as I have. Now, this has happened and oddly enough, we have the same plan for the teenaged girl scared for her life in that wasn't the first time this has happened, but the other person would normally take over the entire project. This was odd because he was letting me intervene. He was testing me. I looked around; making sure nobody was around, not even that informant. Satisfied, I turned around and walked into the alley, picking up my feet a little higher than necessary.
The shadows of the alley consumed me, bringing me into my element. People avoided alleyways because they were dark and the enigma they held almost always lead to death, rape, molestation, murder. These things are normal for me, the fascinate me, and start chain reactions that make my job worth it.
I stopped mid-step and look down. There was a small stream of blood running down the alley, someone got hurt. This was just getting more and more interesting. I knelt down and dipped my finger in the watered down blood, using that to judge the time of death. Recent. I smirked and continued walking toward a shadow, no doubt the cause of this murder.
"Oh? You're a little younger than I thought you would be," I said seeing a teenager curled, hugging her knees, hair falling in her face, as she stared at a bloody knife that had been thrown weakly away from her terrified form. Behind the knife, covered in blood was a dead body, gang member stabbed in the chest. "Well, you have one hell of a reaction." Kneeling down I moved the pitch black umbrella away from me and over the shivering girl as I inspected the body.
Rapist, known for attacking young girls, to be fair he had this coming to him. Now, why he was attacking this girl with brunette hair covering her face wasn't clear, but when things aren't clear, or look to be by chance, it normally means that Izaya Orihara or I am the reason behind it. If I had done this, it would be because it was time for this little girl to follow her father's footsteps and join the gang circuit, but the girl was only 15. I had some parts of a heart deep in my chest cavity.
Lifting my head I turned toward the mouth of the alley, sighing. "Come-on let's get you out of this alleyway. The cops are coming." My voice was soft as my auburn hair fell over my eyebrow, cutting off half of my line of vision. I held out my hand, and the girl looked at it, shaking. Her dark eyes then looked up at me, widening, she hadn't noticed me. Distrust was thing that flashed in her expression, then fear because of the sirens coming closer by the second. "I'll explain when we get to my place; you just have to trust me. Unless of course you want to go to jail, then by all means stay here." She grabbed my hand and I pulled her up, handing her my umbrella as I grabbed her knife and closed the bloody blade, sticking it in my pocket.
Grabbing her arm just above the elbow I lead her into the maze of alleyways, not pausing to look over my shoulder. Reaching back with my free, slightly bloody hand I pulled my hood up over my head, concealing my face from the world. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, coughing. Damn, how did Shizuo do this? He says it calms him down but hell this leaves a horrible taste in my mouth. Yuck, but it was calming. I stuck it into my mouth and just let it sit there.
"Where are we going?" came the soft voice of the girl behind me. I turned and slowed my pace, matching hers and put my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket. "And my dad said not to trust strangers, especially if they use the alleys to get from place to place."
"We're going to my apartment, it's late and you're covered in blood. Don't worry about daddy, I work with him, though he's not going to be too pleased at me about this. Eh, he'll get over it. Mitsu Sasaki at your service, you want information, and I have it. In other words, I knew you were going to get attacked tonight, the only reason why I did nothing to prevent it, was because well I was bored. You Saki have the instincts of an assassin." Her eyes widened at this causing me to chuckle and smirk.
"N-no I'm no assassin, I am a good high school kid. Besides, my dad works in a bank, what does my dad need your dishonest services for? You're a liar!" The girl stopped walking and clenched her fists. I sighed and took the cancer stick from my mouth and stepped on it, turning to face her, my hood falling from my head, a dead serious expression taking over my features.
"Look, I don't have to help you. I could've left your ass back there, but no I decided to go with the little goodness that is left within my heart and saved your ass. Don't pull the 'I'm daddy's little girl' card on me, mine dad is a fucking lawyer and he still left me out to dry, don't think your dad wouldn't do the same if you got caught. Face it honey, daddy lied to you. He is a gang overlord, runs a color gang. Ever notice that where ever you go there looks like some men in green are always around? That's dad watching you. Today was the first time you've been alone and you almost get raped. Coincidence? I think –no I know- not." I paused, and smiled, I have to get that under control. Of all of my emotions, that small bit of anger is the hardest to keep locked up. Everything else listens like they're supposed to. "But here's not the place to talk about this."
I continued walking, knowing she was going to follow, who wouldn't. I just shattered her world, told her the cold hard truth that someone should've told her a long time ago. Now, she was going to want to get revenge. Well, not now, but someday, and when that happens I will be the one with the tools and skills she will need. Sachi you are going to be one hell of an assassin whether you know it now or not. You will have your fun, the time of your life really. Heed my word, when the time comes, I alone will be the one who ends your career, I promise you that.
"What's your name anyway?" The girl asked I walked into the kitchen and started a pot of tea, looking up as the girl looked around my small apartment, sill uneasy about following me home was the right decision. I smirked and opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vodka. I repeated my name patiently. "Right….I'm Sachi."
"Alright Sachi, would you like some tea?" I asked as I finished preparations, pouring the alcohol in her drink. It was just enough to loosen her up, if she was on guard the entire time, the plans I had for this girl would never be realized if she didn't find the fake caring exterior I could have. I shrugged and poured some into my cup too, I needed a little unwinding too.