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Warning: I'm in a shit mood because my weeaboo took over again and I read through the snk manga and caught up

I am extremely not happy


'People…' I looked around at the ocean of humans, swarming throughout the city, all going to a separate destination, all with different motives and different feelings on how the day had been going for them. I had always found that to be rather amazing, that you could pull two people aside, and how they'd both tell you completely different stories on who they were, where they were going, and why. Some may say that with seven and a half billion people in the world-with a population that was growing daily- that individuality was beginning to die out, but this city was proof that diversity was still very much alive.

How was it, that every single person on this Earth managed to be them, and only them? How was it that there could be two people almost completely identical, but with only one minor difference? The very idea of diversity had always excited me, and from the very moment I had first grasped the concept, I'd been on the hunt to find the most interesting people I could.

But how was it, that with so much diversity, there were still so many terrible people existing in this world? That was the one question that I'd always craved the answer to. And how was I so akin to Izaya Orihara, yet not like him at all?

These were all thoughts that raced through my head as I continued down the busy street, for once appreciating the crowd. It was so easy to blend here, so easy to stay completely under the radar, to stay hidden. No one would find me in the heart of the city, especially not during work hours. They'd probably anticipating me going to my job, as I usually did, and had likely been waiting for the person that'd never show up. 'What idiots…' I almost sighed at how easy it was to stay invisible when you truly wanted to.

And here my father was, bragging that he could hunt down anyone if he goddamn well pleased, meanwhile, it'd taken him more than a year to find his daughter. "How funny…" I couldn't help but say aloud and grin at the thought.

Click.

The sound had been following me all day, but I hadn't noticed it once, for it's tiny cry had been devoured by the roar of the city.

Click.

I knew something was following me, I'd noticed their unwelcomed intrusion long ago. Yet I continued to walk, just wandering through the streets, trying my best to keep my normal facade. It'd broken early, after I'd left the hospital, and I'd almost been caught by one of the associates I knew all too well. He'd heard my excited laughter, but I was gone by the time he had went to investigate the scene.

'For once I'm glad Shizuo isn't around...I wouldn't want him to see me like this…' And with the very thought of my faux blonde lover, I'd returned down to earth. I could feel all the pieces clicking back into place, the puzzle that was my usual self, finally being solved.

There was no click this time, at least in the way I'd grown accustomed to. Instead of the steady sound of a camera going off, my ears were met with the click of heels behind me. "We've been looking all over for you Melo-chan." I could feel my face begin to scrunch in disgust at the voice, and visibly flinched when he, once again, clamped a hand onto my shoulder. I didn't want any part of whatever was going to happen, but I still allowed Izaya to steer me to where ever he was supposed to take my "sorry," little ass. Of course that was only because I really wasn't in the mood to make a scene. Even if I had fought back, he still would've found a way to bring me here, so why not spare the trouble and get this shit over with?

A maid cafe, that's where he'd brought me. 'Of all places…' I rolled my eyes as the small coffee shop came into view and I was brought inside. I remained quiet as I was walked over to an almost invisible booth in one of the corners, and didn't say any words as I sat down, with Izaya blocking the exit.

Icy blue orbs met my own and I offered a glare towards the man who'd raised me, the one who dared call himself my father. He chose to ignore this look and smiled at me, but we both knew he was anything but happy with me. "Ahh, Melody! I missed you so much over this past year! Your mother and I were beginning to grow very worried that something absolutely terrible had happened to you!" But still, he kept this little act going, even though everyone sitting at the booth knew damn well what he was really feeling.

"As if I'd ever get that lucky." I retorted, now staring down at the cup of coffee he'd ordered before I'd arrived. It was still fairly hot, which told me that he'd only ordered it ten minutes ago at most. Of course, the idea of these two being in contact and communicating with each other came as no surprise to me, so I wasn't amazed by this. Quite frankly, it bored the hell out of me.

"You really shouldn't do that to us, you could've at least called once…" His smile was beginning to fade, and the true anger he felt was beginning to take over the happiness he'd tried so hard to fake. "If you really wanted to live here, you could've just told me about it. You didn't have to be such a sneaky little bitch." Now the "cheerful," mood had been completely washed away, and was replaced with an uneasy tension that was so thick I swore anyone who wasn't used to it would've choked.

I simply shrugged my shoulders and took a sip from the drink that most called bitter, but was rather sweet to me when compared to my "loving," father. "Well I wanted to prove my independence. I've told you I don't like to be treated as if I can't take care of myself. And even a year later, when I've clearly proven I know what I'm doing, you still send someone to fetch me. I honestly feel insulted."

"You wouldn't have come otherwise."

"I wouldn't have come because you put a fucking bounty on my head like I was some damn object." I retorted harshly, once again glaring up at the man who I hated more than hatred itself. If that even makes any sense.

"Well I thought maybe some gang had you hostage, and hey, one hund-"

"You did not. Don't lie to me Father, I'd love if we could all be honest here." I had begun grinding my teeth together, and was honestly shocked that I hadn't yet ground the bones into a fine powder. "And you know, I may have been able to forgive you if you hadn't used this asshole to find me. You know I hate pieces of shit like him."

"If I were you, I'd be nicer to him Melody." My father warned, but I chose to ignore him. "Now, onto payment…" But before my father could pull out his wallet, Izaya had grabbed his hand and stopped it from moving.

"There's no need Mr. Oakford, I don't really want your money. There's something else I've got my eye on." Once again, I could feel the disgusting flea's touch on my body, only now he had a hand resting on my thigh.

"Oh really? And what is that?" The older man raised one of his eyebrows, genuinely surprised by his words. I already knew exactly what Izaya was going to ask for, and I could literally feel myself dying on the inside. It actually hurt less than I thought it would to be honest.

"I want your daughter." Before my father could even think over the proposal, I interjected with my own thoughts on the matter.

"No."

"Melody..." My father warned once again, and once again, I brushed his warning off. Maybe I was too stubborn for my own good, but I really didn't give a damn. I wasn't going to sit back and let someone decide my future, especially relationship wise, for me. Hell no.

"I said no! I'm not going to let you decide who I love, who I marry! I already love someone, and he damn well knows that!" I abruptly stood up, my hands firmly on the table, and my face burning in anger. Of course, I had spoken in English to draw less attention over to us, but there were still many stares in our direction.

"Melody. Sit. Down." His voice was firm, and I could see what little patience he had left was beginning to fade away. I continued to disobey him though, letting my stubbornness take control. In response to this he roughly kicked my shin, causing me to suppress a yelp of pain. A glare followed his actions, and I finally did as he'd ordered and sat back down.

The platinum blonde glanced back over at the informant with a blank face, something he always did when he was negotiating. It was something everyone in the family did, it was a skill that'd been brainwashed into our skulls through the years of "teaching," that our father had offered us. "So, you'd rather have my daughter than one hundred million yen?" He rephrased Izaya's proposal into a question, not clarifying that's what the informant had meant, but simply repeating it to show that he'd understood.

"Yes, that's correct."

"Really? Her?" My father seemed to be in complete shock over this. "She's not even worth it. I insist you take the money." Once again, the abusive creature that dared call himself a father pulled out his wallet, and set it down on the table. "Trust me, this thing's not worth more than a thousand yen." He hadn't even addressed me as a person, rather he'd turned me into a "thing." An object, as if I were something sold at a market, instead of a person with emotions and opinions, as if my life was worthless. And maybe, maybe he was right.

"I beg to differ Mr. Oakford. I'd gladly pay every cent I owned to have her." Izaya persisted in his quest, my father scrunching up his face in confusion. Mine did as well and for a second, I honestly wondered what in the hell this bastard was doing. But I was quickly hit with the truth and once again I remembered that he'd do anything to split Shizuo and I apart. 'This still seems a little excessive for him though...would he really go this far…?'

"Are you sure? She's just about the worst wife you could possibly want. A real pain in the ass...I bet she's not even a virgin anymore. Probably fucked the first guy she saw once she got off the plane…" All my father saw me as was some used up whore, he'd never seen me as an actual human being. In fact, I'm sure from the very moment I was born, he'd been wondering who he could convince to "buy," me to wed their own son.

"Oh no, no no sir." Izaya frantically shook his head, denying all the claims that my father had made. "I've been watching her very closely, trust me sir, she's well behaved." Why was he lying? I honestly couldn't understand why he'd ever defend me, when all he'd done from the first moment I'd laid eyes on him was ruin my life. "She doesn't even sleep naked with her "lover," sir." He continued to pile onto his lie, trying to paint me into some angel, rather than whatever hellish creature my father envisioned me as.

"Let me ask, is her "lover," a man this time? I remember awhile back, she had this crazy idea in her head that she was in love with a woman…" My face had become redder than the actual color itself and I could feel my blood literally starting to boil.

"Of course she's "in love," with a man. I'm sure that little incident you just brought up was merely a phase."

"Father I've told you on multiple occasions that I'm attracted to girls, the same as boys, now tell me, why the hell can't you accept that?!" Once again I'd stood up, only this time I wasn't going to sit back down. I wasn't going to allow this conversation to continue, because I'm sure if I did, it'd only make me so mad that I'd literally have a heart attack and die right on the spot.

"Melody! You're making a scene!" He hissed back at me, his face showing nothing but pure irritation and rage at my actions. But I just didn't care about how he felt in the matter, for once I didn't care about his emotions or hold any concern for his well being, just like he hadn't for me from the moment I was born.

"I don't fucking care! I'm done with this shit! I'm done with your inability to treat me with even a shred of dignity! I will not stand by for another second and just let you destroy my life!" My own furiosity challenged his, and I could feel both of our auras mixing together and making this shit-fest even more unbearable than it already was.

"Now, now Melo-chan maybe you should calm down…" The male that I'd long since forgotten about finally made his existence known again and stepped into the situation. And still, I hadn't the faintest idea why he had. Why had he done any of this? "I see now that maybe meeting up like this was a bad idea, I should probably take you home and we can sort this mess out later, right? That'll give us all time to think and settle down a little." He firmly grabbed my arm and started to pull me out of my booth and away from my father.

I didn't fight back, I went along with his actions simply because while I hated Izaya, I hated my father much more. Not so much as a glance was offered back at the foul "man," as we left the small shop, leaving him to pay the bill. We'd begun to walk down the street now, but to where, I had no clue. I was far too busy at the moment, trapped in my mind and still trying to decipher why Izaya had actually tried to make my life better for once. Soon, we were at Shinjuku crossing, but I still didn't even bother to glance at the surroundings.

'This just makes no sense. Why bother lying when if he'd told the truth, and slandered my acts, he probably would've had an even easier time "earning me." I mean, he could've even convinced my father that marrying an informant would be better than another future mob boss, so why didn't he?' My thoughts were a jumbled mess and every question I managed to answer for myself only created more. Nothing was adding up.

Into a building we walked, then the elevator. A button was pushed, yet I still remained unaware to this. A almost non-existent beep was heard, the doors smoothly parted and allowed us exit. Walking, we were walking again, now into the apartment that I'd been in one too many times before. And that's when the realization struck me, but it was far too late to even think of doing anything now.

'He'd only said those things because he knew they'd confuse-and if he was lucky enough-subdue me so he could easily take advantage of my actions and bring me here.'

But why? What the hell did he want from me now?

"You know Melo-chan, I think you owe for me earlier~ I didn't have to defend you~..." Hands were on my shoulders again, and as his sepia eyes locked with mine, I felt a deep pit growing in my stomach as yet another realization struck me. How had I been such an idiot…?

"And do you know what I want Melo-chan~?" It was a rhetorical question, yet I still couldn't keep myself from answering it.

"What…?"

"I want you~"


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