There's a First time for everything pt. 2
Author's note: Hey guys, originally part one and two were all one chapter, but I thought it would be too long. Each chapter I wright tends to be seven or so pages, and if I kept 1 and 2 together, that chapter would have been around fifteen pages. Yeah too big. Hope you enjoy!
She didn't know how long she was standing there, darting her eyes from each beautifully painted butterfly to the other. Each unique in their own way, for some reason it almost brought her to tears, or the odd feelings she's been having was the cause. Either way she breathed a sigh and pulled her eyes away from the wall. She really needed to find Izaya and this distraction wasn't too smart. Before anything else could distract her, Mercedes turned onto her heals, and started in a random direction.
"Where did you disappear to?" Izaya's cocky voice shattered her search.
"I was searching for you," Mercy sighed, handing him his coffee.
"Do you want to stay here, or drink this at my house?" he smirked.
"I'm drinking it on the way to your house, there is no way I'm going to be patient enough not to."
Izaya laughed as Mercy sipped her coffee. She sighed as they walked down the street and talked about what Izaya has been up to. The couple had grown used to the shocked glances people gave them, but it was the judgment that bugged Mercy. She didn't care that people judged her for being with Izaya, after all she was happy, but it was the fact they judged him. Yes, many people viewed Izaya as the enemy, because he gives information to people, no matter who they are, and he does start wars, but he is a great guy.
"So, what's the book in your arms?" Izaya asked, smirking at a group of females, and males, glaring at the two.
"Oh, I edited this book," Mercy muttered pulling the journal like book from under her arm. "The author had gone through so much turmoil in her life, and as you read this book, you get this sense of understanding. I couldn't help but fall in love with her instantly."
"O really, should I feel threatened?" Izaya laughed.
"No, not at all," She smiled, cheekily.
"Tell me what the books about."
"Well it's about a young woman who obtains a book that turns her life upside down, and inside out." She smiled. "Here, you can borrow it."
"Thank you," Izaya kissed Mercy tenderly, as they waited for the elevator to stop.
"Come on, we don't have all day." Mercedes muttered when the elevator doors.
"Well we could have all day, if you wanted." Izaya breathed as he followed her to his room.
"True story, but I'm on my lunch break, and I have things to do." She smiled, "I have to leave in half an hour, so what are we going to do?"
The door flew open as a young female walked into the room with a deep sigh. Mercedes cocked brow but spoke a warm greeting to Izaya's friend Namie Yagiri, who Mercy could only assume was his secretary, she looked from Mercy to Izaya, before muttering a hello, and leaving the room. She didn't like Mercy very much, and after their first meeting, Izaya told her to either leave the room if she couldn't be nice to his "girlfriend". She honestly couldn't see what he was doing, but when did she know what her insane boss was doing?
"I see she still doesn't like me." Mercedes forced a half smile. "It's a shame, I'm sure we would have been good friends."
"She doesn't like anyone, well except her brother, I'm sure she has this sick incestuous relationship with him." Izaya laughed.
Mercedes smiled before sitting on Izaya's lap, and sipping the last of her coffee. Izaya logged into a chat room, as he hugged her body closer to his. He found he invited her warmth every time she was close to him. She didn't even need to be touching him; she just needed to be in the same room.
"Are you working?" Mercy sighed leaning more into him. "For shame, I'm here and you're working." She jested.
"I could stop if you wish," his impish smile appeared.
"No, its fine," She kissed his forehead. "I know how important your work is to you."
"But the question is, do you know how important you are to me?" he questioned, in a quiet whisper.
"I believe I'm more important to you, than what people think." Mercy smiled, "so what the two of you talking about?"
"She wants to kill herself, because the love of her life was murdered." He sighed.
"O, sad day, what are you going to tell her?"
"I'm going to push until she cracks, and see how she reacts."
Izaya smiled crookedly, as Mercedes grimaced at the screen. She had found out about his interesting hobby, about a month after they met, and even though she didn't agree with him she continued to date him. Mercy cherished all life, and wasn't ok with what Izaya was up to. As he elaborated on the situation Mercy cleared her throat, and stood up.
"I, uh, Izaya would you mind not talking about this job?" She cringed slightly as she spoke. "I don't mean to insult or interrupt, but-"
"No, I know you're not ok with me encouraging suicide." He sighed rubbing her arm. "Don't leave."
"I'm sorry babe, I have to. I'll see you later, maybe?" She smiled leaning on his desk.
"Promise?" he asked tracing the design on her stomach.
"Yes, I promise,"
Before leaving, she kissed him passionately and allowed him to pull her into his lap. For the second time today, the door opened up, revealing his secretary. Mercy breathed a disappointed sigh, before standing up, and walking out of the room
"Bye Izaya, Bye Namie Yagiri Have a good day." She called over her shoulder.
After a she was sure Mercy was gone Namie looked at Izaya questioningly.
"So what cruel game are you playing with her?" she paused seeing something interesting in his eyes. "Or is this all real? Do you really have feelings for the girl? Has the great Izaya truly lost to the game of love?" she mocked. "Now this, this is rich."
"Mrs. Namie don't you have some work to do, or a brother to control?"
She instantly stopped laughing and glared at him. After a moment, she walked out of the room, muttering a small threat.
"Mercy, hey wait up!" Shyanne called after her friend. "What are we doing tonight?"
"Well, I still have to explain myself to Chan, so let's surprise her and Keith."
"We're breaking into their house, how fun?" Shyanne cheered.
"Yes, let's go scare Keith."
At a young age Mercedes learned how to pick locks, from a friend of hers in America, when her parents were off at work. She was grateful for her new ability, because she had a bad habit of locking herself out of the house. Chandasea's and Keith's front door popped open, after a few moments of playing with the lock.
"And that is how you do it."
The door popped open, revealing a sleeping white husky puppy. It had been a year since Mercy had seen Luna, and she had grown so much; it was almost intimidating. Shyanne and her friend walked into the house. Chandasea would be home in an hour, and Keith would be home any minute now. A small rush of adrenaline washed through Mercy's body. She loved to see her friends husband freak out, not because she was cruel or anything, it's mainly because she found it entertaining.
"You thirsty?" she sighed, walking to the kitchen.
"Yeah, I think they still have chocolate milk." Shyanne chuckled.
"When are they ever without chocolate milk?" Mercedes laughed.
Ever since child hood, Chandasea and Shyanne lived off of chocolate milk. Don't get it wrong, Mercy like chocolate milk as much as any normal person, but her friends lived off the stuff. To her friends, chocolate milk was their drug. Once Mercy was finished making the drink, she walked into the living room, to see Shyanne playing with the white fur ball.
"Thanks Mercy," Shyanne muttered, as she took the drink.
"Anytime friend, so, what shall we do?"
The front door opened again, forcing Luna to her feet as she growled. The two girls bubbled with excitement, as the person moved around the entrance. The tall man finally walked into the living room.
"Good evening Keith, it's been too long." Mercy greeted.
First response they received was a surprised jump, and a quiet yelp. "I thought Channy took your keys away?" he questioned suspiciously.
"No, she did," Shy smiled. "But Mercedes is a master of lock picking."
Mercy couldn't help but smile, at the complement her friend bestowed upon her. Keith gave her a weary glance, before walking into the kitchen.
"The two of you need to help me out tonight." He sighed.
"What if we don't want to, huh?" Shyanne questioned, "Keith, you're such an ass."
"Shut up Shy, I need help making the house perfect for Chan's and my five year anniversary." Keith explained. "So, shy could you help me cook, and will you wrap her gift, Mercy?"
"Sure, first I want to know what you're going to give her, and secondly I need tape, scissors, and wrapping paper." Mercy smiled happily.
"I bought her a diamond and emerald necklace and bracelet. Do you guys want to see?" he asked, pulling a rather large box out of his back pocket.
"I'm sorry Mercy, have we suddenly grown a penis and became men?"
"Nope, why Shy?"
"Just checking," Shyanne quickly slapped the back of his head, "of course we want to see them."
"Okay, okay, there's no need for violence."
The small box opened with a quiet creak. Nestled inside the black felt was a dainty silver necklace with leaves dancing around like ivy, each leaf had an emerald inside. The bracelet matched the necklace, but in some of the curls formed into little diamond flowers. These two pieces of jewelry were the most elegant Mercedes had ever seen. She truly believed her best friend disserved Keith and all the gifts he gave to her.
"I had it specially made; it's something to remind her of her grandfather." Keith finally said, knowing the two girls were already tearing up.
"It's so beautiful." Shyanne sniffled quietly.
"You did well, Grant." Mercy said, lightly punching the young man. "Now, get me tape, scissors, and some wrapping paper, or else I can't do you any sort of favor, Shy, you need to get cooking. Chan's going to be home in half an hour and we still need to get out of here."
The two of them did as they were told. Chan would be home soon, and it would be a miracle for them to finish before she got home. But it was a silent agreement; the girls would leave at least fifteen minutes before she would get home, for the romantic surprise. Mercy bubbled happily as she finished wrapping the precious box.
"Aw, I never thought Keith was so romantic." She whispered.
"I know, I think Chan was a good change in his life."
"And vice versa,"
"Ok, both of you out of my house, now." Keith muttered walking into the kitchen, fully dressed.
"Remember what I just said?" Mercy sighed, "Forget about it."
"Ass," Shyanne muttered as the two girls left the house.
After a moment, Mercedes cell phone started to go off. She simply smiled at her friend before answering her phone.
"Hello,"
"You promised," Izaya sighed.
"I did," Mercy smiled. "What shall we do?'
"Whatever you like, so your place or mine?"
"Shyanne and I are closer to yours, would you mind if she came along."
"Not at all, as long as, she doesn't attack Namie again, after all, I still kind of need her."
"I make no promises, hold on." Mercy glanced at Shyanne. "Do you want to hang out at Izaya's house?'
"Sure, why not."
"Cool, on one condition, you can't attack Namie again."
Shyanne sighed rather annoyed. "Fine, but if she pushes my buttons, I'll kill her."
"Shyanne says ok. We are on our way."
When Mercy hung up, her blond friend smiled slyly at her. Tons more questions bubbling to the surface, about this morning's conversation. Mercedes stiffened up, knowing her friends excitement, and continued to walk in Izaya's direction. Until Shyanne explodes from curiosity, Mercy wasn't going to say anything. It was better that way, at least for the moment.
"So, Mercy, will I be invited to the wedding?" Shy questioned.
"Shy, I don't know if there is going to be a wedding, so for the moment, please don't scare him off with such questions." Mercy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You, of all people, know my relationship track record."
"True story," Shyanne cracked her knuckles thoughtfully. "Fine, but I still don't know if I trust, that treacherous informant, but as long as he makes you happy, I'll be civil."
Shyanne continued with the constant questions, as they got closer to his house, which also served as his business. All the while, Mercy dreaded her friend's behavior. As much as she loves Shyanne sometimes the over aggressive and protective side of her stressed Mercy out. More than half way there, the two girls ran into Shizuo.
"Hello friend, how are you today?" the two girls cheered.
"I am well, you?'
"I can't complain-"
"Well I can, fucking Keith and his romantic ideals."
Shyanne interrupted her friend, knowing damn well Mercy felt the same. Shyanne would never tell her friend this, but she would much rather Mercy date the blond man standing in front of them, than the cruel informant. After Mercy announced she had been seeing Izaya, Shyanne made a pro's and con's list about the situation, and the con's list gravely outweighed the pro's list. Shizuo, though he has anger issues, is kind and gentle, whereas, Izaya did whatever he could to ruin the lives of others. The list goes on and on why Mercy shouldn't even think about Izaya as a partner, but as was stated earlier, Shyanne wouldn't say anything. The blond girl was just grateful to see her friend smile again.
"Where are the two of you going?" Shizuo asked leaning against the brick building they were next to.
"We are headed for Izaya's house; just to hang out, you?"
One could physically see Shizuo's body tense up when Izaya was mentioned, but he had gotten better at ignoring the man's name; though the mere sight of the dark haired man still sent him into a murderous frenzy.
"I'm meeting up with Celty."
"O cool, please tell her we say hi." Mercy muttered happily. "Maybe we'll see you later."
"Yeah, be careful."
Mercy smiled sweetly, as she hugged Shizuo. The tall man's face darkened in a red haze, but he quickly covered it up by looking away when she pulled away. A rather mischievous smile crawled across Shyanne's face. Normal she wouldn't meddle in her friend's life, but she had an awful feeling that Izaya was going to do something cruel, and she needed to prevent it. Shyanne was now playing matchmaker.
Soon afterwards, they made it to Izaya's house.
"Welcome back," Izaya smiled kissing Mercy tenderly, before looking at Shyanne. "Good evening Shyanne."
"Hi," Shy sighed, glancing around the plain apartment, with tall windows, and white walls. "Didn't you have a painting across from your desk?"
Shyanne plopped down on his brown leather desk chair, and spun around until she got dizzy. Izaya smirked as he sat in front of his computers screen, facing her. She had made it clear that she disliked him, and he liked her as much as she likes him. They both saw it as a level battle ground, even though they tried their best to behave around Mercy. When Shyanne stopped, she was looking up into Izaya's very irritated eyes, but neutral face, which forced an amused smirk.
"What, not entertained when someone's bothering you?" She muttered quietly, so only Izaya could hear.
Izaya smirked as he looked to the floor, then back up at Mercy's blond friend, "You're very observant, yes, I had an old painting right there."
"I'll be back, please don't kill each other." Mercy breathed a small sigh, as she exited the room.
Izaya took the chance to lay his position clearly to Mercedes friend. As soon as the door closed, he leaned close to the young blond and growled, with an irritated glare. This wasn't exactly the time he wanted to confront the annoying blond, but this was the best time to do so.
"Look, I know you don't like me, and I don't very much like you. I'd even venture to say, I hate you, but I don't want Mercy to end up hurt, because her friends and her boyfriend can't get along. So stop being a bitch and get used to the idea that I'M NOT LEAVING! Now is that understood?"
Shyanne smirked; she never really thought the psychopathic man would confront her in such a way.
"Are you willing to bet on that?" she smirked. "After all, there are men like Shizuo who would be better suited for her, how do you know she isn't going to wake up one day and choose him?"
A frightening roar erupted from Izaya. His patience was running thin, and that's saying a lot, considering his job need nothing but patience. Without hesitating, Izaya pushed Shyanne roughly against the back of the chair, and held her there. His breathe tickled the shell of her ear as he breathed in her sweet scent. He wasn't sure what exactly was happening to him. He knew he needed to calm down, but the mere mention of Mercy with that arrogant bastard made his blood boil.
"Be careful what you say, you're skating on thin ice, and it would be really disappointing if you were to never come out from under it."
Once he was sure he could move without harming Shyanne, he pulled away with his normal arrogant smile. He was nearly normal again. Taking in a deep breath, he pulled his switch blade away from her neck, and closed it again, as he waved his hand in the air dismissing his previous comment.
"I get it, you love messing with people so much, but you can't take it yourself." Shyanne smirked, allowing her cruelty to show. "You're a coward, and half the man Shizuo is, It's a pity Mercy can't see that at the moment, but don't worry, she'll wake up soon."
Izaya turned around and started walking to his coach. After all, he was growing weary of this conversation, and she was dangerously close to his last straw. All he needed to do was hold out till Mercy came back. Shyanne continued to speak, as Izaya channel surfed. Doing something helped him ignore the annoying blond, Mercy called a friend.
"I'm back," Mercy sang slightly, holding a large bowl of popcorn. "Can I get you guys anything to drink?"
"No darling, I'll get the drinks." Izaya took the bowl from her, and placed it neatly onto his coffee table, before she could do so. Mercy smiled as she leaned in and kissing him tenderly.
"Now what can I get for the two of you?"
"Some tea please," Mercy smiled kissing him again.
"Shyanne," Izaya questioned, almost daring her to say anything obnoxious.
"Nothing for me," Shyanne breathed, nearly gagging.
"I'll be back, why don't the two of you choose the first movie?" He smiled slyly.
Once Izaya was out of the room, Mercy glanced at her friend with questions highlighting her eyes. Something was terribly wrong, and Mercy knew that they probably had a disagreement while she was gone.
"What's up friend, do we need to leave early?" Mercy questioned, "Because I don't mind, Izaya and I can have together time later."
"No, its fine, Izaya is just being an ass, that's all."
Mercy frowned slightly, not liking the idea of her boyfriend being mean to one of her best friends. "What kind of ass are we talking about, like Keith ass, or yucky ass?"
"It's fine Mercy, nothing for you to worry about, now I demand we watch a scary movie."
"Duh, what else would we watch?" Mercy laughed.
By the time Izaya walked back in with the drinks, the two girls had chosen a movie and popped it into the player. Shyanne curled up against the arm rest of the black leather couch, and Mercedes sat in the middle with her head resting against her knees, with the most beautiful smile Izaya has ever seen. He quietly placed the two cups in front of them, and sat beside her. At first Mercy didn't react, forcing him to send her a questioning glance. Before anything else could happen, Izaya stretched his arms and rested his legs on his coffee table. Mercy smile widened when she felt him pull her closer.
"What are we watching?" Izaya questioned.
"The best slasher flick known to man, Nightmare on Elm Street." Shyanne cheered. "Now shut up, it's been forever and a day since I last saw this."
"Shy, shy, is it the remake, or the original?"
"Well it's the first four original movies." Shyanne replied happily.
The two girls sighed in union before saying, "Johnny Dep."
Izaya once again found himself looking at them oddly again. There are a few things that Mercy does, which forced him to question his choice in females, and this was one of them. The two girls know each other so well; they seemed to speak without actually talking. Another moment passed by, before they returned to their normal state, and started the movie.
Mercy yawned quietly, as she nestled her face into his neck. Breathing in his spicy scent, she glanced at the clock behind them. They were on the third Nightmare on Elm Street movie, and it was getting really late. Izaya sighed, resting his face in her hair and breathing in. He found himself missing her, when she wasn't around, and adoring the time they spend together. Maybe Namie was right, maybe he was genuinely in love with the young lady, who was sitting so close to him now; though he wouldn't be able to actually prove it at the moment. When Mercy pulled away, to glance at her sleeping friend, he sighed again. She was too far from him now.
"Looks like we need to leave, Shyanne is knocked out." Mercy chuckled in a quiet whisper.
"Ok, I'll get a cab for the two of you," His impish smile lighting up this face.
"Thank you love," Mercy mumbled, between each kiss, she bestowed upon his welcoming lips.
A moment later Izaya pulled himself from under Mercy's body, and walked off to his kitchen. With a small huff, Mercy leaned over the stack of pillows, between her and Shyanne, and shook her slightly.
"What?" Shyanne questioned, in a sleepy groan.
"Shy, Shy, Izaya is calling a cab for us." Mercy smiled at her friend. "Would you like me to wake you, when it gets here?"
Mercy didn't receive an answer, she just watched as her friend fell right back asleep. Note to self; don't keep Shyanne out all night when she's tired. Mercy thought as she walked away from her friend, thinking it would be better not to disturb her tired friend. Since she needed water, Mercy headed to the kitchen, with the dishes.
"They sent a cab; it should take a few minutes." Izaya yawned slightly.
"Aw, you shouldn't let us keep you up so late love." Mercy smiled. "You should have kicked us out."
Izaya leaned against his white counter tops, as he watched his girlfriend place the dishes delicately in the washing machine. Without hesitating, he pushed off the counter, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I don't mind, and I wouldn't mind it if you stayed the night either." Izaya breathed, tickling Mercy's skin.
"What about Shyanne? She's so tired she can't stay up for me to ask her a question, I can't put her on a cab, and hope she gets home." Mercy smirked, turning to face her brunette lover.
"Then leave her on the couch, I'll cancel the cab, and call you one for tomorrow." He muttered kissing her lightly.
"Hm….Tempting,"
Mercy bit her bottom lip, forcing a small growl from Izaya. Something about that simple action drove him crazy. It made him want to take her right there in the kitchen, to make her his again, and to never let her go. But most of all, he found himself fighting the urge to lock her in a back room, and keep her as his sex slave. Izaya smiled slyly, before pushing her up against the walls.
"Then stay, Shyanne will be fine, and we can," he paused smirking, "catch up."
All too naturally, Mercedes nestled her face into the curve of his neck, and inhaled his natural scent. She enjoyed his presence too much. Never before had she felt like this with anyone. When she was with Robert she felt suffocated. He was always around or contacting her, as if he didn't trust her, or he needed to be around her at all times, but Izaya was ok not being around her at all times. In fact, Izaya was protective in a loving way, without infringing on her freedom.
Almost to answer Mercedes question, her phone buzzed between their two bodies, forcing a low groan from Izaya. After a brief moment of confusion, she answered it with a brisk
"Hello."
"Hey Mercy, I was wondering when Shyanne is coming home." Kimmy questioned pleasantly.
"We are waiting for a cab, but she'll be home in about half an hour." Mercy smiled, at Izaya's disappointed mask. "Bye Kimmy."
"Bye my dear, I'll see you when you get here."
"So, there will be no catching up?"
A small smile, spread across Mercy's face, "Not tonight, but we will soon."
"Fine, should I help you get Shyanne into the car?"
"If you get the doors, I can carry her down." Mercy muttered, as she stretched her muscles.
"I'll carry her-"Izaya placed a finger over Mercy's lips, preventing her from interjecting. "It's not like she can complain, and I think this would be better."
Mercy sighed, knowing she wasn't going to change his mind anytime soon. Instantly Izaya smiled and escorted his beloved, to his living room, where her friend slept peacefully. Sometimes, usually when she wasn't speaking, Izaya couldn't help but think of how cute Shyanne was. But he also knows he made the right choice, after all, Shyanne is pushy, cranky, and honestly a bitch. Whereas, Mercedes was the complete opposite, though she wasn't at all weak, she is in a word, perfect.
Pushing the disturbing thought away, Izaya picked up the sleeping blond, and walked towards the front door. Before the thought entered his head to ask her to open the door, Mercedes had it opened and ready.
"Thank you," he muttered kissing her, before exiting the room.
"You have your keys right love?" Mercy questioned.
"Yes, come on, your friend isn't getting any lighter."
Both Izaya and Mercedes chuckled, as she closed the door behind her. The elevator ride was quick, which was good for Izaya. Shyanne may be skinny, but caring anyone for any amount of time can be tiresome. The cab waited patiently in front of the glass doors, as the three made their way slowly to it.
"Good evening ma," The cabby muttered, as Izaya placed Shyanne in the door. "Where may I take you?"
Mercedes muttered her friends address before kissing Izaya goodnight.
"I'll see you in a few days, okay." Izaya muttered quietly.
"Where are you going?"
"I have some business; I'll be back in a week or so." He smiled slyly. "Will you survive the time apart?"
"Barely, but I think I'll just have to deal with it."
"Good, have a good night," he breathed before giving Mercy a goodbye kiss.
"Good night, my love."
Something deep inside Mercedes told her something was wrong, but she pushed it aside, thinking it was her tiredness. It took the cab longer than expected to make it to Ikebukuro, but Mercy managed to calm down Kimmy, and get Shyanne into her bed.
"With all this slasher business, I think you should stay here for the night darling." Kimmy breathed, as she followed Mercy into their kitchen.
"Thank you Kimmy, but I'll be fine."
"No, I'll bring Ashton into my room, and you can sleep in her room."
"Really it's fine, but if you insist, I'll sleep on the couch." Mercy paused, to glance at the shocked Kimmy.
Kimmy has tried many times to get Mercy to take her advice, but she was unable to break through Mercedes stubbornness. So in winning this battle, she knew something was bothering the young lady.
"Ok, I'll bring out some blankets and things for you."
"Thank you," Mercy yawned quietly.
"You're welcome love; do you want to talk about anything?"
"Not really, I'm just tired." Mercy smiled.
"Ok, whelp you know where to get me. Goodnight."
"Night Kimmy,"
It took a while for Mercy to actually feel tired, and all the while, she found ways of distracting herself. She'd get a drink, watch a little television, and then she finally decided to lie down. She curled up, and stared at the ceiling for a while, until a small chill consumed her. After wrapping up tightly in her sheets, Mercedes drifted off into a peaceful slumber.