Izaya clapped loudly.
"Bravo! Indeed. Of course, I can easily make the legal channels forget all about that. You'd be amazed at what money can accomplish. Of course you have never seen much of it. Speaking of which, I suppose Masaomi has told you of his exemplary aid in your behalf?"
"What are you talking about?"
Izaya rubbed his chin.
"Hmm…so he didn't tell you. For shame, that Masaomi. Always so ready to make himself appear a villain. Guess I'll let you in on the deal, then. The contributions you received, they were all anonymous, weren't they?"
"Yes. What does that have to do with this?"
"So you can't be sure that it was your precious Dollars doing all the donating, now can you? Because I have it from a highly reliable source that the Yellow Scarves were, how should I put it, greatly incentivized to give as well. I say 'highly reliable' because it is none other than Masaomi himself."
Mikado covered his surprise by remaining blank.
"And why are you telling me this? Assuming you're not lying, that is."
"I'm not lying. I just thought you'd like to know that quite a lot of the money you forwarded me was made from selling drugs and stealing. Do you understand, Ryugamine-san? No one is innocent."
Mikado made as if to leave. He would not give Izaya the satisfaction of carrying on this conversation any further.
"I am busy. If you'll excuse me."
"You know, if you at all like Masaomi you'll let him go."
"I told you already that I don't know where he is. Maybe he got fed up with you at last and-"
"Now you drop the pretence."
Mikado had no idea how Izaya was suddenly so frighteningly close. Close enough to block his exit route even.
"Get out of my way, Orihara-san."
"Not until you listen. Masaomi has plans of his own as you must have realized by now. Next week he'll be meeting with his gang. Do you know what'll happen if he fails to make that appointment, for lack of a better word? They'll tear him to shreds."
Mikado blinked.
"You actually care about him."
Izaya shrugged.
"It would be perfect for you if I were a perfect monster as you believe me to be. Believe it or not I do have emotions. Do not waste Masaomi's resolution."
Mikado was not precisely uncertain of where he stood but he was forced to take these words into consideration.
"If you'll excuse me now, I have got to go."
"One more thing. Don't forget that there are other people looking for Masaomi. Keep that in mind."

Kida stepped into the shower and turned on the warm water. As he expected Mikado was thorough in all things and that included keeping the headless monster as a most efficacious guard. So that while Kida was not tied up and his incarceration was very light indeed (it even included the latest chapters of his favorite manga) it was impossible to escape. He tried to think, touching on the mark left on his side by the stun gun. It was a rather ugly reddish burn like blemish but it would soon fade.
Kida had figured out that the headless creature had been responsible for tying him up at Mikado's request in such a way as to leave no trace of it on his skin. He could not precisely understand just what Mikado was up to in doing something this drastic as kidnapping him. Kida needed to find a way out of his place. There was still quite some time until the reunion but he suspected that Mikado would be even more adamant about not letting him go if he found about it. With no way of telling what Mikado was plotting Kida was left with only a choice and that was to wait for Izaya to find him.
Kida leant his head against the wall and sighed. The thought of Izaya coupled with the pattering water and his withdrawal from sex had Kida moving a fist along a budding erection. His mind conjured up Izaya with distinct clarity. From the hint of cruelty that was never fully absent when Izaya took him to the precise shade of red of his eyes, so much like blood.
There were two knocks on the door. Kida did not hear them, he was too busy listening to invoked voice that was telling him just how much he deserved to be punished, his fantasy veering to the masochist. Nor did he hear:
"Kida-kun? I'm bringing you some towels."
Mikado dropped these and stood grounded to the floor. He opened his mouth to speak only to close it again.