'I won't die..no matter how much I beg...'
I walked along the beach as the sun set behind the ocean's horizon.
"It's been so long since I came here…"
"Excuse me, Miss Sonali."
I turned around to see the receptionist of the hotel I was staying in.
"Yes?"
"There's a..Japanese man here to see you. He calls himself Shingen Kishitani, he's a doctor."
"Doctor…?"
"Ah! There you are, you gorgeous scientific beauty!" said an approaching man behind the woman.
He looked like a doctor with the white long coat, but the only thing odd about him is..that he wore some type of gas mask?
"Gorgeous scientific beauty?" I questioned with the tilt of my head.
"Let's take a walk, shall we?" he asked and wrapped his right arm around my left. "I heard about you, but I had no way of contacting you."
"Eh? How so?"
"Celty, my dear daughter-in-law, refused to tell me where you were…I had a feeling she didn't know anyway, so I began to search on my own."
My eyes widened, "…You're Shinra's father?"
"Yes, I am! Unfortunately, he doesn't like me as much either…"
I scoffed, "Quit your stalling. What did you come here for?"
"I came here to rid you of your curse, EL-Infinity, I believe your parents called it?"
I pushed away from him, glaring, "…How are you capable of doing such a thing? My parents and I tried to get rid of it, nothing worked. What makes you so confident that you can make a difference?"
"Haha, why not try? Nothing will go wrong anyway because that chemical in your body will keep you alive. If you're interested In my surgery…" he said enthusiastically, then pulled a card from his left coat pocket, "..then here's my card.. I hope you consider, Miss Sonali!"
Letting go of my arm, he walked away down the sidewalk, intriguing people's curiosity visitors and residents with his mask.
I quickly studied the card with disinterest before tucking it in my red saree.
(h, t, t, p, s : / / cdn . sareeka . ("com") / image / cache / data 2 / sensible-banarasi-silk-off-white-designer-saree-41011-800 x 1100 . jpg)
"Too much experimentation means becoming inhumane and crossing God's territory; how greedy, as if I would do that…"
~Tiny Time Skip~
I was sitting at a bar in a jazz club.
"What can I get you, Miss?" the bartender asked me.
"Grover-Zampa Chêne, please?"
"Coming right up, ma'am."
I sighed and turned around in my seat, enjoying Arabic Lounge by Ana A Dounia.
'This is what I needed, peace.'
As a scientific doctor, I resigned three years ago after leaving Ikebukuro District of Tokyo, Japan. I decided I should just get away from the city and live the rest of never-ending life. There's no way I can escape this fate unless God Himself says I had enough…
I would think He thinks that I had enough, but obviously, I'm still here…meaning I have unfinished business and I know that, I just don't want to deal with it right now.
'Haha, how ironic…I don't want to deal with it, yet it's been three years…'
"Here you are, ma'am," the bartender said, putting my drink on the counter and I turned around to take my wallet out of my saree, but he held up his hand.
"No need, Miss. The gentleman at the end of the bar paid for it," he said and went to go tend to other customers.
Looking to my left, I saw a nice looking young man...very young...staring at me. I looked down at my drink and took a sip before getting up and going to sit on his right side.
"Thank you, sir."
"It's not a problem. What's your name if I may ask?"
"Sonali Tommii."
"Oh, I'm Aoba Kuronuma. I bought that drink for you because not only are you a beautiful woman, but you seem exhausted, disturbed even."
"Kind of, but I rather not discuss it."
"I see…How about…" His hand slid on my left thigh and lightly squeezed it. "I take it off your mind...?"
I glanced at him, "…haan…"
~Tiny Time Skip~
He kicked the hotel door closed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and walked backwards, he was kissing my neck in multiple places.
Finding my sweet spot, he continuously sucked, licked, and nibbled that spot, making me moan and arch my back.
Falling down on the bed once my bottom hit it, Aoba began to kiss down to my chest, slowly pulling down my saree, revealing my cleavage and navy blue lacy bra.
"What a pretty sight…" he whispered in my right ear, resulting in me turning my head to the left while he chuckled and bit my ear.
Staring at the rectangular mirror, I saw Aoba pulling something shiny from his jacket's pocket., then my gaze moved to a dark outline of a figure behind the silk black curtains to the balcony.
"You'll look even more lovely in red."
I panicked as he pulled out a knife, and the shadow moved from out the curtains.
Kicking Aoba away from me, he was about to pounce again, but the figure from before swung a switch blade at him. He evaded it and ran out the door; surprisingly, that person didn't run after him.
"Ugh, I'm always having to do the dirty work," I said to myself before going to chase after Aoba, but the figure blocked my way.
I looked up at them, "Move out of my-…"
"And let you be led into a trap? I don't think I will…Sonali-chan~."
Looking the figure over dressed in dark clothes, it felt like someone punched me in my chest and I could barely breath...
"…Izaya…what are you doing here?"
"I was just taking a stroll until I saw such mesmerizing curtains, so I climbed up and studied them; honestly, Baga Beach has everything, it's so—mmh?"
I kissed him affectionately for 10 seconds before pulling away with a huff as he stared at me with wide eyes.
"I'm assuming you and Dr. Kishitani are old friends?"
"..Something like that. Hey, that ki-"
"So…what's your purpose here?"
"…To try to convince you to come back to Japan. Now about that kis-"
"No, I'm not going back. Do you know how much of a load has been taken off me since then? For once, I want to be selfish, I don't care how others feel nor what they think, Izaya."
"Rupali? Kida?..I can't believe I'm saying this, but Shizu-chan as well? Or me?"
"No, no, no, and no," I responded. "Now, tell me why Aoba, or so he calls himself, was here."
A smirk slowly spread on his lips, "…Your payment?"
I narrowed my eyes, then pulled him against my body. "You're lucky you're touching me; now, tell me."
"You've changed a lot, in personality and, especially, appearance, but that's a talk for another time.." he mumbled. "Shingen happen to run into him, ridiculously showing a picture of you around that he got from Shinra and Celty's apartment. According to Aoba, Shingen said he 'knew' you and I'm assuming he knows your face due to you…*sigh* being connected to me and hanging around Shizu-chan, as well as Dotachin's group, who used to be a part of the Blue Squares."
"If you knew this, why didn't you tell me, so I could get some leads from them?" I asked as I pressed my chest against his.
"Mmn.." he hummed in approval, seemingly trying not to get distracted. "Simply because I wanted to shift your mind from that and not put you in danger."
Tangling my fingers in his hair and twirling a strand, I moved my lips down his throat. "Hm…Have you been in contact with Aoba or the leader?"
"Yes…Sonali-chan, you're making this hard for me…"
"Good, because I want to get as many answers as I can from you before I return to Ikebukuo. One last question…are you truly in love with me?"
"Sonali-chan, you know how heartless I can be—though I don't think so because I only show people the truth—so if I weren't in love, I wouldn't have come here and try to ruin your life from afar, right?"
*Silence*
"You have a point. Very well," I said, then stepped away from him. "Just so you know, I'm going back to Ikebukuro on my own accord thanks to your information. Let me pack my-"
"Already waiting on the private jet, dear."
"...Were you so confident to change my mind that you already got my things aboard an airplane?"
"Yes and no," he said, slipping his right arm around my waist. "All you need to bring is yourself."
~Small Time Skip~
We took a taxi to the airport and went aboard the jet.
(Jet's interior: h, t, t, p : / / w, w, w . air flight tickets . ("org") / wp-content / uploads / 2017 / 02 / 0240-2017-01-22 . jpg)
As soon as we got into the plane, Izaya notified the pilot and co-pilot that we're ready to go.
Before I took a seat, I saw a bar and walked over to it, scrutinizing the types of drinks and foods available.
"Weren't you tipsy earlier? I think you should take a rest on the drinking, Sonali," Izaya told me, taking off his black jacket.
I glanced his way, "..Did you follow me to the jazz bar?"
"Oh, no. I had no idea you were interested in that. I could tell you were tipsy by the way you were stumbling around and lightly blushing on our way here," he said, chuckling afterwards.
"...Stop observing me so much," I said, then grabbed a glass bottle of Chardonnay, pouring it into a shot glass, then shot it down my throat.
About to pour another glass full, I was stopped by Izaya getting the bottle and glass, putting it on the counter, and turning me around by my waist.
"Drinking away your problems won't solve anything," he told me.
I moved my gaze to his chest to avoid eye contact, "I know that."
"Sonali, you might as well try to tolerate me for 6.62 hours, that's how long it'll take to get to Japan."
"*Sigh* ...fine."
"Now, I've been curious ever since I saw you—I was only able to recognize you by your voice and your eyes somewhat—but how did..your appearance change within three years?"
"I...Before I resigned as a scientific doctor, I did one more experiment, it resulted in this: the longer white hair and brighter golden eyes."
"What about your skin tone? I remember it being lighter."
"Ah, that, it's due to staying in the sun on the beach. India does have more sunshine, it's hot all year-round, and—oh, God, the humidity... Thankfully, it was cooler today."
"Sounds harsh, I wouldn't be able to wear my favorite jacket all year-round. Come on, sit," he said, leading me to the left white sofa.
"Yes. Luckily, I didn't grow up in the crowded city, I grew up in Goa and my family visited Baga Beach on vacations."
"I see... You're suddenly open. Maybe it's true what humans say, people change over time."
"I see no reason to keep anything from you anymore, it made my life more complicated, and eventually—whether by research or intuition—you'd have already figured me out. The old me..wouldn't have discussed so openly about her family...and about what I said to you the last time, I didn't mean it; I was just stirred up in my emotions."
"My, oh my, that's a major 180. I knew you didn't really hate me; otherwise, you would've tried to kill me for your problems. Tell me, Sonali, other than keep a piece of information that could've helped you...what great harm have I ever caused you to your heart?"
My eyes slightly widened, then went back to their normal size as I glanced down at my lap.
"Because I knew you from high school and heard about you in the underground world, I immediately became hostile, overprotective of close ones, judged you of hurting people—in which you do—but I see doing wrong for right, or for others to see the truth that don't want to admit—and incapable of loving. For a short moment three years ago, I thought you really were some other being because of your coldness, nearly as cold as I was; although, you were cruel about it, too. So my answer from me to you is...no, you haven't done great harm to my heart, only tried to sway me from my revenge and protect me, in a way, that hurts, but I forgive you."
"Well, then. I'm thankful for your forgiveness," he responded with a smile.
I looked away from him out the window, seeing that we were already up in the sky.
"Has..Ikebukuro changed much?"
"Hm..I wouldn't know too much due to what happened two years ago..."
"What happened two years ago?"
"*Sigh* Briefly, Celty reacted terribly when Shinra was kidnapped and ended up getting her head back, resulting in her trying to leave Ikebukuro. Luckily, Shinra prevented that; while that was happening, Shizuo and I decided to end it once and for all. In the end, I got both my arms broken, stabbed once, beaten, and I was almost shot by a Russian woman..who happens to have stolen your title "Strongest Woman in Ikebukuro". I was helped out by a man named Kine and an woman named Manami Mamiya, the glass in my abdomen was severe, but I survived. Also, there was tension between the DOLLARS, Yellow Scarves, and Blue Squares. Ryuugamine had decided to mask Blue Squares members under the DOLLARS, creating a gang war between them and the Yellow Scarves. Kida was almost killed by Ryuugamine, who almost committed suicide, but thanks to Celty, she prevented both from happening. Ironically, she told me to "move out of my way, human"," he chuckled the last part bitterly.
"That's a lot going on...I'm glad Masaomi, Mikado, Shizuo, Celty, Shinra, and...even you..are alright."
"Oh? Revealing compassion for my well-being? How unlike you, Sonali-chan."
"What of Rupali? Was she playing a part in this?" I asked, clenching my fists.
"She's been M.I.A ever since Kida got himself involved with the Blue Squares."
I turned my head to him, "You don't know where she is?"
"I don't, not even the press. Of course, I tried to search for her and thought she returned India, but I didn't see any traces of the last name "Tommii", but that's when I came across you through research. I'm assuming you don't know of her whereabouts either."
I looked down back at my lap, "I don't.." I looked back up to him, "Oh, my God! What if the Blue Squares attempted to kidnap her?! I thought Rupali to be a good fighter, but she's still a little soft."
"Don't panic. Rupali can take care of herself," he said as a smirk slowly etched on his lips.
"Why do you say that?"
"Your sister is capable of escaping, especially if she's bound somehow..."
"...Izaya...what did you tell her?"
"I told her nothing, though I taught her offensive fighting with a switch blade. She hates being bound, and you should know why she's such a free spirit; Sonali, it's the reason for the rage deep inside her heart."
"...I understand now. I kept thinking I'm the monster and distanced myself from her after graduating high school, and yet, her monster unleashed because of that, and her lung cancer made her so sick she often stayed in the hospital,"
"...I've had this question in mind for a while now...you cured her somehow..she wanted to sing, but she never did become a singer. Why is that?"
"Rupali is considerate of me since I overwork myself to benefit her when we were young; it was either because she didn't want to sing due to what I did for her to be cured or...something else I can't think of.."
"She never told me how you cured her. Mind explaining?"
"...EL-Infinity. I was home alone that night. No one knew our parents were dead yet..and Rupali was in the hospital. A Blue Squares member broke into my house to kill me in our hom-...my house while sleeping. I was pushed off the balcony and suffered from fatal injuries that made me go unconscious, however, Rupali's crying woke me up. She told me she escaped the hospital to come see us. Because she was close to me while I was bleeding and EL-Infinity was in my blood, it got on her..and that's how we found out she was cured when we went to the hospital that morning to get me patched up. After that, I left..."
*Silence*
I looked at him to see he was very close to my face, resulting in my head recoiling.
"Wh-what are you-"
"I enjoy the emotions expressed on my humans' faces, but..I don't like the one on yours..." he said quietly.
A light blush spread on my face and a small smile spread on my lips. "That's called an exception."
He light grabbed my chin and pulled my face closer to his, "Or maybe love?"
I giggled, "What makes you think that?"
"That cute blush and beautiful smile of yours. Those eyes tell it all though. You're under my spell, aren't you, Sonali?"
Before I could answer, he slowly pressed his lips against mine and, hesitantly, I returned it.
Sliding my hands from by my sides, I let them rest on his chest while subtly leaning more into the kiss.
I had mixed emotions about this, but none of them are negative: anxiety, indecisiveness, confusion... When I really think about it, I've never had a guy touch me in this kind of way...despite Shizuo...
'Shizuo...'
I put my hands on Izaya's chest, pushing him back gently, "W-Wait a minute..."
He gave a kiss on my chin before pulling away to glance up at me through his lashes, "I don't like waiting, but..for you, I will. What is it?"
Was that..an attempt at being genuine with me or...? Though it sounded like it, I didn't think he meant it.
"I...I'm in love..with Shizuo."
He kept his gaze on me for a few seconds before glancing down and letting out small..creepy..giggles into my chest. "*Sigh* ..It's not good to lie, Sonali-chan, especially to yourself."
"Why would I lie...about something like that?" I asked in a shaky tone.
"Silly woman...I can see right through you. If you loved Shizu-chan, truly, would you let me have done that?"
*Silence*
"By no means am I one to force myself on a lady, you had enough reaction time to stop me, especially with that power in your veins."
"...maybe I...Maybe I..unknowingly fell for you somewhere along the way..." I spoke quietly, looking away from him.
"You admit it...?" he asked, sounding surprised.
"I don't deny it," I responded. "A-Anyway, I'm feeling a little bit more tipsy and all this thinking's got my brain aching, so.." I looked up at him through my lashes, constantly fluttering them because I was nervous. "C-..Can I..lay my head on your lap?"
"...Yeah..that'll be fine." He leaned back into the couch and placed a pillow on his thighs for me to lay down on. "Get some rest, you'll need it."
Nodding, I laid my head down, closing my eyes, and let out a quiet sigh.
'This is so different. He's being gentle...I hope I see more of that in the future,' I thought with a small smile.
Feeling a hand rake through my hair, my response was snuggling into the pillow more so he wouldn't see my red face.
'His hands are cold...But dying in the cold..can make you feel warm... What a somewhat calm way to go...' was my last thought before I dozed off.
(*Stares at Durarara!! poster*
How many years has it been?
*Looks at date*
11/24/2018
...I should be disappointed in myself. I didn't want to drag this story on, or none of my stories, for this long! I'll try to do better, reader-chan/kun!
Reader-chan/kun: Omae wa mou shindeiru?
*Run*)
