The first of the alarms went off at five, forcing both Shyanne and Mercy to groan tiredly. It took Chan a moment to respond, but soon she got up and wait was walked to the bathroom. It wasn't a good idea to have a welcome home, movie night, party on a work day. Shyanne quickly fell back asleep leaving Mercy to her thoughts. It was hopeless for her to go back to sleep, she was already awake. Without hesitation, Mercy stumbled to the kitchen, her body protesting the whole way. It just made sense for her to make coffee and breakfast.
"Did I wake you?" Chan questioned as she brushed her long red hair.
"Yes," Mercy paused, handing her good friend her breakfast, "and no."
"You had me worried." Chan laughed quietly. "You know Shyanne was heartbroken when you left. You're kind of the mother hen of the group."
"I know" Mercy sighed sadly, as she sat next to Chan. "But I left you both in good hands." She smiled. "How are Luna and your husband?"
"Luna is wonderful and Keith is still wonderful…"Chan paused unsure if she should ask the question that's been haunting her. "So how long does your dad have?"
Four years ago Mercedes father had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She had to leave last year because somebody had to watch her mother. Mercy's mother, the strong woman she is, couldn't handle the stress, and called her child for support.
"Maybe another yeah,"
Mercedes voice wavered momentarily, instantly making Chan feel awful.
"The worst part is mom started acting really weird, forgetful really. So I took her to the doctor, who sent her to a neurologist." Mercy breathed, to steady herself. "And he diagnosed her with Alzheimer's."
"O darling, I'm so sorry." Chandasea sighed.
Chandasea's chair quietly scrapped the linoleum floor, as she scooted closer to her friend so he could hug her. They stayed like his for a while, until Chan was satisfied, her dear friend was fine.
"You better eat your food before it gets cold." Mercy chuckled. "I'm going to get ready."
"Kay, don't trip." Chan laughed, watching her friend stumble over a pillow.
"Shut up, Brendon." Mercy glared playfully at her friend.
Before disappearing into her room, Mercy picked up Shyanne's phone and change the alarm time, to half an hour later. Shyanne always takes at least an hour to get ready, because she takes pride in her beauty, and that's why they had the order they did. Chandasea had to be at work around six thirty so she woke up woke up about forty-five minutes before Shyanne. There Shyanne would wake up, at six, to get ready, and Mercy would have half an hour before they had to leave. Out of the three girls Mercy took the least amount of time to get ready, because she didn't apply make-up or do much with her hair.
Dressed and ready Mercy walked out of the bathroom as she pinned her hair up.
"I'll do the dishes tonight, don't worry." Mercy muttered as her companion rushed around the house.
Pizza shouldn't have been quiet as messy as it was, but with guests like Chan anything can become a mess. The day after Mercedes got a brand new couch, Chan spilled salsa all over the cushion. When Shyanne talks about what happened, she describes Mercy like a fire breathing dragon and Chan the poor knight foolish enough to battle the creature. It was safe to say, that it was basically an accurate description of the scene. Also it didn't help that Chan and Shyanne got into their normal friendly fights that made everything go flying around the room. Mercy sighed, before wishing her friend a good day.
"Bye, Bye Mercy pie." Channy smirked as she left the house.
"Bye Chan, text me when you get to work." Mercy sighed quietly.
Half a moment Shyanne's phone started play Blink 182's what's my age again? Shyanne groaned before tossing her phone across the room. Mercedes and Shyanne aren't at all morning people, in fact that's why they got along so well in the mornings. Mercy laughed at her friend crawled to the bathroom. Mercedes snorted as her friend started getting ready. It seemed it was going to one of those days.
"Shy, I'm going to get some coffee; I'll be back before you get done with your hair." I muttered from behind the door.
Shyanne grunted tiredly, before Mercy left the house. Mercy didn't bother locking the front door; after all she was just going down the street for coffee. It didn't take long for Mercy to reach the Corner Café, but it was as busy as normal, meaning it would take a while for her to get home. As Mercedes waited in line she hummed a quiet tune, to entertain herself, before her phone buzzed against her leg. Mercy pulled the small phone from her pocket.
Yo, Homes, I got to work safely. Have fun with Shyanne.
*Brendon the Fish*
Ok cool, thanks for the wonderful welcome home. I love you.
*Ballad of Mona Lisa*
Mercy replied back to her dear friend, after a moment of processing the words. She wasn't awake yet, so it took her a while to process what was going on around her. Instead of placing her cell phone back in her pants, Mercy tossed it carelessly into her coat pocket. That way it would be easier for her to get to. She was sure that Shyanne was going to call, when she got out of the shower; because like Mercy, Shyanne takes a while to process things in the morning. When she reached the coffee counter, Mercedes breathed a deep sigh.
"Welcome to the Corner Café, how may I help you?" the young lady questioned.
"I'll have a Carmel Vanilla latte will half and half and no sugar; also I'll have a black coffee." She muttered knowing their orders by heart.
"So the usual" The girl laughed, finally recognizing Mercedes. "It's been far too long, where did you disappear to?"
"I spent a year with my parents," Mercy smiled, "but I am back now."
"Good, my boss was worried about you, so was I." She smiled handing Mercy, Shyanne's order, then her own order. "Have a good day, and come soon."
"You too, I'll see you later."
Soon after, she exited the building holding the two drinks. As Mercy walked home, a young man appeared next to her. She glanced over to see the one and only Izaya, walking beside her, with a large grin on his face. A small and confused smile touched her lips before she stopped walking. There was no way she was going to walk all the way home, with him walking next to her.
"Usually when I give females my number, they call me the next day." He bowed.
"It's six twenty, did you really expect me to call you this early?" she sighed leaning against the walls ledge.
He smirked. "Actually, I thought you'd call me after we parted."
"O, I'm so sorry, for disappointing you." Mercy mocked him slightly.
"You should be I was a little hurt." He paused, to see the two cups in her hand. "You like coffee?"
"I live off of coffee, it makes me a nice person, and my friend is waiting patiently for her coffee." She breathed as she stood up. "So if you don't mind, I'll have to talk to you later."
"Are you sure about that?" he asked jogging back next to her. "Because you look like, you're just saying that to get away."
"Maybe,"
"How about, you give me your number, and I'll call you."
Mercedes wrinkled up her nose when she turned to look him straight in the eyes. At the moment she wasn't sure what to do, she didn't want to be rude, but she also didn't want him to have her number. After all, she learned how scary people can be from Robert. Decisions, Decisions, she thought sipping her coffee. Izaya glanced at her questioningly, as he waited patiently for her reply.
"I don't know, after all, what on earth would we talk about?"
"Fine, what is your username in the Ikebukuro chat room?" he asked.
Mercy groaned internally. "It's Takuma."
"Great,"
"IZAYA," A rather angry voice echoed in the small crossroad.
"Looks like I'll be leaving." Izaya muttered before kissing his companions hand, and running off.
A soda machine flew past Mercedes body, and bounced off the wall closest to her. In a way, she was grateful for the interruption, but the near death experience put her on edge. The blond man from the night before ran past her and after Izaya. I'm not going to ask, because I don't want to know, and even if I wanted to know, I wouldn't ask. Why because that isn't at all smart. She thought as she continued her quest home. After entering her house, Mercedes walked directly to the bathroom. Shyanne stood in front of the mirror, applying her eye shadow.
"Good morning sunshine." Mercy chuckled as she placed the cup next to her friend.
"Morning, what took you so long?"
"I ran into a friend, how much longer, till we can go?"
"Why are you so excited to go to work?" Shyanne questioned, taking the moment to look at her friend.
"I'm editing one of my favorite, new, authors." Mercy cheered. "God, I love my job."
"Right, but you won't be satisfied till you publish your own work."
"True, but it has to get past my perfectionist stage."
Both girls laughed, after a second.
"It will take me, five more minutes, and then we can go." Shyanne paused, "Who did you run into?"
"Well the coffee girl at our café,"
"And, who else?"
"What makes you think there was anyone else?" Mercy quested cocking her brow at her friend.
"You paused after you mentioned the coffee girl, and I can just see it in your eyes."
Mercedes sighed, glancing back at her cup, "I ran into Izaya, and he wants to talk."
"Mercedes Inara Begay, did I not tell you, no talk to Izaya!" Shyanne yelled, dropping her brush.
"Technically you said, "Don't you dare call him!" Mercy breathed, only half joking.
"You know exactly what I meant!"
Mercy laughed slightly, "and you guys call me the mother of the group."
"You are, it's just, we don't want you to ever get hurt again."
"I know, but Robert was mainly scary, there wasn't any actual hurt, no pain." Mercy breathed closing her eyes, and leaning it over the back of the chair.
"Yes, Robert was scary, but I'm not talking about him."
Mercy glanced questioningly at her companion, as she sat down.
"I'm talking about your dad's diagnosis of Cancer. Apart of you died that day, and we don't ever want to see you in that much pain again." She sighed. "Ok let's get ready to go."
When they arrived at work, Mercy quickly turned on her computer, and grabbed her dreaded red pen. There was a large pile of book drafts in her box, waiting for her to edit them. She took the top book, and leaned over, so she could read it. Before she could get through the first chapter her computer screen lit up, showing an instant message box.
Kanra enters chat room.
Takuma enters chat room.
Kanra: I thought you'd never come on, so what have you been up to, since this morning?
Takuma: I've been working; did you get away from Shizuo alright?
Kanra: Yes, he can never catch up to me.
Takuma: I still have to wonder what you did to start all this.
Kanra: It's a long story, but you'll never have to worry about me getting hurt.
Takuma: That's just so comforting.
Mercy couldn't help but roll her eyes, as she continued working on the book, in her lap. She would have continued this conversation once she took a lunch break, but after a few minutes Izaya's continuous messages, forced her attention back to the screen,
Kanra: What are you up to tonight?
Kanra: Are you there?
Kanra: Hello?
Takuma: Yes I'm still here, I don't have any plans that I know of right now, and I really need to finish my work.
Kanra: Well, if I had your number, I wouldn't have to bother you quite much.
She breathed in slowly, as she allowed her fingers to dance across the keys of the keyboard. Just before Shyanne could see what Mercy was doing, she finished typing her number, and logged out of the chat room.
"Ready for lunch," Shy asked hugging Mercy tightly.
"Sure, what's on the menu for today?" She muttered with a yawn.
"How about we go to the Russia Sushi place?" Shyanne questioned. "Chan and I haven't gone there in years."
The two girls laughed. "Right, I'm sure it's only been a year, at the most."
"Yeah, O let me call Channy." She paused. "You know to make sure she goes to the right place."
"Ah, good times, good times," Mercy muttered dreamily.
"Hey, Channy, Manny, got a fanny; we are eating at Russia Sushi. Is that ok?" Shyanne paused. "Ok, I'll see you in a few."
"So, she's going to meet us there?"
"Yeah, hopefully she doesn't get lost."
"You never know with Channy, now let's go before I eat a baby." Mercy smiled.
"That is an awful saying, you should be ashamed of yourself Mercy." Shyanne chuckled, as she fallowed her friend to the elevator.
"Just don't tell Kimmy I said it, and I think we'll be fine."
Russian Sushi wasn't at all far from where the three girls work. In fact, it was the exact middle, between Chan's vet job and Wolf-men and Heart. The three girls met up rather quickly, in front of the building. It always surprised Mercy to see her good friend Chan in her work clothes. The three girls have changed so much since they left High school. Where they once were hyper-active dreamers, they are now, somewhat, level headed workers. Though each girl still has their unique personality, they have just aged enough to fit in the working world.
"How are you friend?" Chan questioned, as Simon escorted them to their normal seats.
"Good, I'm so ready for bed." Shyanne cheered happily. "Thank you Simon,"
"You're welcome." He smiled back.
"You know, Mercy used to have a huge thing for Russians." Chan interjected, forcing a blush on the tall Russian.
"True story, 'twas the accent," Mercy smiled impishly, "Channy had a thing for Irish people, until Keith came into the picture."
Mercedes voice tightened up at Keith's name. She loved her friend and her friend's husband; don't get her wrong, she just loved picking on them more. When she glanced at Simone, Mercy smiled a bit, and brought the conversation back to where it was supposed to be.
"Sorry Simone, you're not here to listen to the rambling of three girls."
"No, but it's a nice distraction. I'll bring your usual?"
"Yes, thank you."
When he left them, the girls continued to talk about random topics, like normal. A few minutes later, Mercedes cell phone buzzed angrily against her thigh. Chan and Shyanne continued to talk; they were used to Mercy dying off from conversations. After all she was more of listener than conversationalist.
Hey, we should meet up tonight, I really miss you my darling.
Mercedes sighed, she didn't want, or need to be dealing with Robert today. Without hesitating, she slides her phone away from her, and continued to listen to the conversation. Her phone buzzed several more times against the table, forcing her two friends to look from her to the phone, and then back to her.
"Dude that might be important," Chan said after a moment.
"No, it's a text message, if anyone had anything important to say they will call me."
Almost on cue, her phone started buzzing in rounds of four, indicating that she was being called. Both Shyanne and Chandasea glanced back to their friend, to see what she was going to do. Again Mercy picked up her phone, and glanced at the caller I.D. In plain white letters, against the black background, ROBERT read across her screen. She sighed, before sending him directly to voicemail and glancing at her friends.
"So, who's calling you?" Shyanne questioned with a sly smirk.
"Robert,"
"O EW, Simone, could you do us a favor?" Shyanne questioned the tall Russian. "Could you answer Mercy's phone, and tell the slimy bastard on the other end, to go fuck himself?"
"Its fine Simone, there's no need to do something so rash." Mercy paused glancing at her phone. "He'll give up in a few."
Simone smiled as he handed the girls their food. "Ok, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me. Is there anything else I can get for you?"
"No, thank you Simone," The three girls choired, before eating.
"Are you going to tell Chandasea about what you did this morning after she left?" Shyanne questioned after a few moments of silence.
"Huh? What did you do? Is it worthy enough to replace my corn dog story?" Chan questioned too excited to eat now.
Mercedes sighed, knowing she would now have to tell her about this morning's coffee run. "No, Chan, nothing will ever be as bad as your corn dog story, but it is, according to Shyanne, pretty bad."
"Aw man, now I wish I had some popcorn, anyways. Continue," she chirped happily.
"This morning, after you left, I decided to go to our usual coffee shop, and get some coffee. When I was headed back, I ran into someone, and that someone ended up being Izaya. Anyways, he kindly escorted me down the road, which ended with him asking for my number, and we all know how I am with things like this. So I ended up giving him my chat name and yeah." Mercy paused to glance at her disbelieving red head friend. "See, not as bad as your corn dog story."
Chandasea glanced from Shyanne's annoyed glare to Mercedes quiet smile, before rolling her eyes. She knew exactly what Shyanne was trying to do; because Shyanne disapproved of Izaya she was trying to get Chan to openly lecture Mercy. Very few of Mercedes decisions could be frowned upon, and it wasn't like she was doing anything other than running into this mischievous man.
"I have to go; I have to prep a dog for surgery." Chan smiled, before getting up. "Don't get Mercy fired, later." Both Shyanne and Mercy watched their red head friend walk out of the restaurant.
"You made Channy walk away." Mercy chuckled, trying her best to sound like a five year old. "Anyways, I say we head back to work, we have ten minutes before we have to be back"
Mercy breathed a quiet sigh, as she entered the elevator, and punched the lobby button. She was finally allowed to go home. Shyanne left with a skip about two hours ago, with a smile plastered on her face. Tonight Mercy would be able to do her laundry and maybe catch up with her reading, because Shyanne had a date, and Chandasea had her husband. The elevator stopped, with an annoying ding of the bell, before she started walking off to her house.
For the second time this week, someone bumped into Mercy, though this time she landed roughly on her butt. She sighed, happy that she didn't take any work with her today, or else there would be pages fluttering in the wind right now. Slightly annoyed, Mercy slapped the hand in front of her away, and stood up with another louder sigh.
"Is my angel of mercy having a bad day?"
"Hello Masaomi," Mercy muttered dusting herself off. "How come your out so late?"
"I was waiting for my angel to come, and my wish has come true." He smirked.
"I can't believe I'm asking you this, but would you like to grab a bite to eat with me?"
"OF COURSE," He yelled, allowing himself to twirl on one foot.
Mercedes couldn't help but smile at his child like enthusiasm, as they walked to the closest restaurant. All the while Masaomi quietly cheered his luck. After all, it isn't every day that the angel of mercy asks someone on a date. But even more so, usually older women turned him down, and today, the most beautiful of them has asked him out. There was nothing that could ruin his day.
The restaurant was small, almost like a large walk in closet. It wasn't too crowded, but it was comfortable, and that's what made Mercy come here every so often. A young brunet stood before them, with a welcoming smile. Before Mercy could say anything, she led them to her normal table and handed them their menus.
"You've been missed." She smiled cheerfully, "but it's nice to see you again, Amy will be with you in a second."
Without another word, the hostess walked away, to help a small group of high school students. Mercy immediately opened her menu, but paused when she noticed Masaomi looking at her with a sly smile.
"Yes, how may I help you?" she questioned, as she involuntarily inclined a brow.
"I just can't get over how beautiful you are." He smirked.
"This isn't a date darling, I just didn't want to go home alone right now." Mercy chuckled. "How about you tell me a bit about yourself, and we can just call ourselves friends."
"With benefits-"
"No, just friends, nothing more nothing less," Mercy sighed, glancing back at her menu. "Come now, let's get to know each other, would you like to start, or shall I?"
"I will," Masaomi paused for a second before starting his life's story.
Amy, their waitress interrupted him after a few moments, so she could get their orders. Mercy quietly ordered her green tea with a lemon, and Masaomi ordered a coke before he was allowed to continue with his life. Masaomi hesitate when he reached his gang life in Ikebukuro, at the moment he wasn't sure whether or not the woman in front of him would understand. When he didn't start up again, Mercy smiled at him, but was once again interrupted by the waitress.
"Are the two of you ready to order, or do you need another moment?" Amy smiled angelically.
"Yes, I'll have the korokke with mashed potatoes, thank you." Mercy half smiled, before hand the waitress her menu.
"And what shall I get for you?" The waitress questioned, looking down at Masaomi.
"I'll take the Nikujaga," He smiled brightly.
Amy paused, to look at him in shock, but wrote down the order anyways, before walking off to the kitchen. Alone once again, Mercedes looked at the young blond, knowing he was struggling on his history. She completely understood there were things she didn't very much like talking about, for good reason. Not allowing another moment pass, she decided to stop this quiet struggle.
"Well, my life isn't quite as exciting yours, I fear." She muttered; bring his attention back to her. "Let's see, I was born and raised here in Ikebukuro, though my parent's jobs kind of forced me around the world. My mother had a passion for history, and she dragged my father and me around the world whenever she got to go to a digging sight. While she was doing her job, my dad took me around to the museums so I could learn more about what my mother does. Around high school I did distance learning, so I wouldn't get behind in my classes, but my mother decided it would be better if I stayed home. They both worried I wasn't make friends, which for the most part it was true. That's when I met my friend Shyanne and Chandasea."
The two laughed as she described the trouble the two girls got into. Amy came back after a few with their plates, and both Mercy and Masaomi now knew why Amy gave the blond the look. The Nikujaga was at the very least, a four servings plate.
"Can I get you anything else?"
"Not right now, thank you." Mercy chuckled at the amount of food her companion had.
"Ok, if you need anything I'll be around the corner." Amy said, before leaving once again.
They started eating their food, as they continued their conversation. After a few minutes, Mercy called Amy back, and asked for two carry outs. The waitress smiled, fully knowing the young boy wouldn't finish food, but at least there would be left over food. She brought back two Styrofoam boxes, and their bill.
"You know you're a very lucky boy, I could only wish my big sister would take me out." Amy sighed dreamily.
"Yeah, I am lucky, but not for the reason your thinking." Masaomi smiled.
"Thank you for the wonderful service."
Mercy stretched when they got out of their chairs. She had been sitting far too long, and she needed the walk home. Before leaving they said their goodbyes to Amy and the hostess.
"Now, let's walk you home." Mercy said walking through the park.
"Naw, I'm fine, plus I should be the one who walks you home." Masaomi muttered with a sly smirk. "After all, you're the one who would most likely get kidnapped, turned into a sex slave, and maybe murdered; though any guy would be foolish to kill off such a wonderful example of a woman."
Mercedes could feel a sweet drop slid down the side of her face, as she listened to his vivid imagination. At hearing nothing, Masaomi glanced at her, only to laugh quietly to himself. He didn't think he was too far off from what would happen.
"I'm going to ignore what you just said," she sighed. "I live right around the corner, how far do you live?"
"I actually have to meet up with a few of my friends," he sighed. "How about you text me when you get home."
"O-Kay, than you need to text me when you get to your friends, agreed?"
"Ok, I get my personal angels number," he sighed handing her his phone.
Mercy couldn't help but roll her eyes at his enthusiasm. "Good night Masaomi, be safe."
"I shall, and you be safe my lovely angel." He muttered before kissing her hand tenderly.
Yeah, this was a big mistake, Mercy thought as she walked away from her companion. He disappeared into the crowd as she rounded the corner. She hadn't completely lied to him, when she told him where she lived, but instead of being around the corner, she lived around the corner and a few blocks away. During her momentary distraction, Mercedes ran straight into a hard body, which again forced her bottom onto the ground. She groaned, knowing she needed to stop day dreaming in public.
"I'm terribly sorry; you're the third person today I ran into." She sighed, "Well actually second, I didn't actually run into Izaya." A quiet growl forced her to look up, and see the blond man who hit her with the light post. "O hello again, how are you doing?"
The man standing above her glanced at her strangely. "Do I know you?" He paused, pulling his glasses down to see her better. "Aren't you the girl I hit with the light post?"
"Yes," Mercy sighed, standing up and dusting herself off.
I really need to invest in a lint roller. She thought as she watched the man pop a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. Mercy took an involuntary step back, making the man cock his brow questioningly.
"So what are you doing out here so late?" he asked, blowing out the smoke.
"I ate dinner with a friend. My name is Mercedes, but my friends call me Mercy."
Her hand moved forward, and waited patiently for him to envelope it with his.
"Hm, I'm Shizuo Heiwajima." He obliged her hand shake.
Mercy smiled, when she took her hand back. He was much nicer than to be expected, giving she forgot about him hitting her on accident. There was a brief moment when no one said anything, until Mercy's phone started buzzing angrily against her thigh. Since she told Masaomi text her, she pulled the angry device from her pocket, and looked at who it was.
I'm at my friends my sweet, sweet angel. Where are you my dear?
Mercy couldn't help but roll her eyes at the young boy's comments, of non-existent relationship. She quietly smiled at her companion for the moment and replied.
I'm talking to Shizuo, so no worries; I'll be home in a few minutes. Have fun.
*Ballad of Mona Lisa*
Before facing Shizuo again, Mercy placed her cell phone in her back pocket with a tired sigh. She still needed to unpack, but she would do that later, right now she would enjoy the company of others.
"What are you doing out and about?"
"I'm working," Shizuo smiled slightly, "Actually I'm looking for my boss right now."
"Fun, fun," Mercy smiled, "I have to go home, but please be safe."
Ok, you should be safe with him, but I still want you to text me when you get home.
Shizuo nodded his head slightly before walking off. Walking down the dark allies of Ikebukuro, Mercy quietly reflected on the past few days she's been home. She wouldn't exactly say it was eventful, but it was adequate, and strange. When she neared the end of the ally way, a small pressure wrapped itself around her wrist. Instantly she glanced back, to see a tall dark figure standing behind her, forcing a chill down her spine. Mercy quietly breathed in before pulling her wrist away roughly.
"You know, I've been calling you all day." Izaya chuckled, watching Mercy's reaction.
"O, I'm sorry; I've been ignoring my phone all day." She sighed, relieved it was him. "What do you need Izaya?"
"You don't sound so happy to hear from me, that hurts me." Izaya muttered lacing his hand over his heart, and faking a hurt face. "O well, that's the price I pay."
"Please," Mercy rolled her eyes, quietly making fun of him. "Now what exactly have you been calling me for?"
"No reason in particular," Izaya muttered dancing around his new interest.
"Ok then. So why call me then?" Mercy sighed, starting to walk home again.
It was late, and Mercy hadn't been sleeping very well since she got home. Izaya happily fallowed her, with a slight skip to his step.
"Well, I was hoping to get to know you, but considering it's so late, I'm not sure if you'd be willing to talk." He sighed quietly.
"What a coincident, you would be right." She muttered glancing over to him, slyly. "How about, we get together some time?"
Naturally she was joking, but Izaya took her seriously. He smiled impishly as he grabbed her wrist and twirled her. Mercy smiled, before pulling away from him again. One of the many things she tries to do in life, is to keep from publically embarrass herself, which means dancing and singing publically. Izaya glanced at her questioningly, as he jogged to catch up to her.
"Ok, unfortunately I can't do anything till Monday night." Izaya muttered, dragging his fingers through his hair. "But, that will have to do; I'll pick you up around eight." He smirked grabbing her hand again, this time tighter, so she wouldn't be able to pull away again, "until then, goodnight."
Before departing, Izaya lightly kissed the knuckles of her right hand. Mercy watched him walk down the road, before she started to climb the stairs to her apartment. She was happy to be home finally, after a long hard day of work. Her door closed behind her quietly, as she walked over to feed her gold fish, Goldie.
I'm home Masaomi, goodnight.
*Ballad of Mona Lisa*
"Hello friend," Mercy muttered, watching as the fish ate. "Ok, goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow."
Just as her head met her pillow, Mercies cell phone started ringing again. Unsure whether to answer it, or just let it ring, she breathed a quiet sigh. Before the caller was sent to Mercies voicemail, she leaned over to her side table, and answered it.
"Hello, this is Mercedes." She breathed quietly.
"Sorry love, I didn't mean to wake you." Her father's frail voice pierced her ears.
"O, no, no, I wasn't asleep. I actually just got home, how are you daddy?" Mercy questioned sitting up, no longer tired.
"I'm fine, just came out of Chemo, how are you adjusting to Ikebukuro?"
"Dad, I've lived here forever and a day, there's no actual adjustment needed." Mercy laughed, "But It's going well, my boss kept my job and my friends are catching me up. How's Mother doing?"
"She's fine, they have her on new medications, and they seem to help."
"That's good," she sighed as relief washing over her heart. "You sound so much better, are you feeling any better, or will that take time?"
"My body aches, sometimes the pain is unbearable, but right now I feel is tired." He sighed.
"Aw, daddy, you should go to sleep then, I'll always be a phone call away." Mercy smiled, down at her feet.
"I know darling, I just wanted to make sure you are ok."
"I alright, now, give mama a kiss for me and go to bed."
"Alright, I will goodnight."
"Goodnight dad," she mumbled before hanging up.