Next day arrived quickly than expected. Gilbert didn't know exactly what had occurred to him last night, all he remembered he was chased by an angry bartender, he remembered the walls surrounding him in a back alley, preventing him from escaping, a dead end. The ferocious blonde had almost destroyed his life from existence with a flying object, then a black shadow appeared before him and the darkness of his surroundings engulf him.
He looks around the room, he rub the side of his head there was an agonizing throb thundering within his brain that cause him to groan terribly with displease. He sighed. "Huh? I'm back in my apartment… Zat ish veird. Did I black ouz' last night? Or did someone save me?"
He heard vibration, it was his cell phone on the night stand beside his bed, and he reached for the device. It was an email from Kiku Honda. His Japanese friend.
To: theawesomeprussia
From: honda
Konnichiwa, Gilbert-san. I just heard from Ludwig you are going to Ikebukuro.
I really hoped you choose Tokyo instead I hope you are also alright.
Kiku Honda.
9:24 a.m.
Gilbert stared at the time he received the email, he blink and looks towards the electronic alarm clock on the desk table, it was almost 9:47 in the morning, and he really wasn't a type of morning person. His thumb began to tap the screen typing in letters and replying to the email.
To: honda
From: theawesomeprussia
Yeah, I'm fine.
Don't worry about it, the place is cool and all but you didn't tell me your people are so crazy, I almost got killed by a flying vending machine last night from a blonde dude I never met in my life!
9:55 a.m.
He threw his phone at the end of the bed after replying to the email, there was an aching feeling in his shoulders and his arm muscle, he must have hit the concrete pretty damn hard when he dodged the machine last night, he stretches his appendages there was a crack sound of his bone, he massages the muscle easing the pain, hopefully there isn't a blemished bruise in place, or it'll ruin his awesomeness. He stood off the edge of the bed, it creaked under his body weight once he lifted himself up, and he decided a long shower would do him good.
Meanwhile.
Izaya was chatting with his secretary, Namie Yagiri, a woman with long hair, her bangs was shift lightly to the side, and she wore a green shirt and a pair of black leggings with a red skirt and heels. She was seated at the desk typing away on the keyboard on her laptop. Half listening to the Informant, he explain and giving details about seeing another human being who shared the same resemblance.
"That's nothing more than a lie, Izaya."
"Now, my dear beautiful friend. Why would I deceive you? There is indeed a guy who share undeniable similarities to myself, like a clone I'd say." The informant was standing near the large window of his apartment, staring over the city of Ikebukuro and the pitiful human beings below, he was tossing the head he kept secretive from a certain bike rider that he cooperated with during business. Nuzzling his cheek almost affectionately on the head's own.
"I'm planning to pay a visit, all I have to do is… Look for his address and be on my way. Namie, I need a favor."
Namie sighed, her expression was plain with no sign of expression and remain impassive with no interest to whatever the insane bastard was going on about, her fingers no longer tap the buttons on the keyboard and she stared at the male.
"What is it?"
"Contact… Mairu and Kururi for me."
"Why?" She question, why his sisters? She wondered. He was definitely up to something.
"I just want to ask a few questions for my dear sisters. Nothing prominent."
Gilbert finished drying his silver hair, he was sitting on the couch in the living room with the towel over his disheveled head, his thumb click the button on the remote scanning for an action movie or whatever will interest his dullness with excitement. Nothing but kung fu crap.
"Zis sucks! I vant zo go outside but zat crazy bastard might chase after me again!" He growls, and throws the towel on the arm chair on the right. "No, I vill not let my vacay be vruin! I'm going out."
He wore his black sleeve cotton shirt that hugged his well-toned torso perfectly, dark navy jean slim fitting and his regular sneakers he decided to leave his sweater behind the weather in Ikebukuro was quite likeable with warmth, he shoved his wallet into the back of his pocket, he locked the door behind him and descends the stairs and out the exit he goes.
His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jeans, there was so much to do in the city but he didn't know where to go, there across the street was a polar or restaurant, called 'Russia Sushi'? The was an odd title for a restaurant, he wonders if he should check the place out and without any consideration he made his way to the restaurant, he entered the establishment it wasn't really filled with occupants or customers, it seem the place looked deserted.
The man behind the counter looks towards his way after hearing the indication of the bell.
"Well, welcome and are you going to just stand there or eat something?"
"Nein, I zhought I'd come here zo check vat ze hell ish a Vrussian Sushi." Gilbert shrugged.
"Urgh, just shut up and order then get out." The man behind the counter scowls at him, the man's arms were crossed, and his features wore a permanent scowl and annoyance.
"That's no way doo threats customers, welcome doo Thrussian Suuuushi! Telling by voice you are German, da?"
There was another manly voice, Gilbert knew the accent all too well and it remind him of Ivan Braginski, instead of violet eyes, plain uniform and a scarf, the Russian accent came from a black man, in a Japanese looking weird kimono he didn't know if it was a kimono clothing. Frankly he didn't care.
"Nein, I'm Prussian." Crimson eyes stared with disgust at the man before him, he hated the sound of the Russian's voice.
"You are also new doo? My name is Simon Brezhnev! I must say, you look much like Izaya. You are not him are you?"
Simon's thumb were pressed against the side of his chin, his upper torso incline and nearing himself awkwardly close to the Prussian, studying the features from head to toes. The owner of Russia Sushi sighed to himself in irritation. "Simon you're getting too close to the customer, back off. Or you'll frighten him away like you do to the other customers." Simon nodded and stood away from the male, walking into the kitchen to prepare the un-requested appetizer for the new guest that Gilbert didn't bother to order.
"Zhere's zat name again! Vho ze hell ish zis damn Izayama!? I never met zat Loser!"
It seems the people he bumped into knew whom this Izaya person is, he didn't know this person at all, he also didn't know if the male everyone mistook him for happen to be famous or something.
"Don't mind Simon, he's talking about Izaya Orihara, honestly you look almost like him same resemblance, what's your name? I'm Dennis, the owner of Russia Sushi. I never seen you around these parts of Ikebukuro. Let me give a courtesy warning, if you ever cross path with Orihara, stay clear. That bastard's nothing but troublesome recently."
"Gilbert Beilschmidt." He responded to the male, he quirk a brow at the cautious words of the man, was this Izaya guy dangerous or something? "Vhy? Ish he shome murderer on a loose?"
The Russian appeared into sight, he handed a plate of multiple sushi on the platter for the Prussian, and pointing to the empty table at the corner that was near the door entrance. "Sit, and enjoy sushi, is very goot!"
Prussia didn't take the platter filled food into his own hands, he only stared with vile lurking in his crimson blooded eyes. "I didn't order anyzhing! Und I'm not zat hungry!"
Dennis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and he told Simon to place the sushi away for later Simon complied and went back into the kitchen, Dennis spoke again once the other had disappeared.
"No, that's not his intention to kill anyone, unless it's someone he really despise. I don't remember him killing anyone though, just make sure you don't indulge yourself with him. He's a tricky piece of shit."
"Ja, alvright, now I'll zake my leave." Even the warning didn't make any comprehension to him. He didn't even met the guy, and how will he know which one to stay away from? He scratch the back of his neck in a clueless manner. "Maybe I should go zo a different bar zis zime." He stood where he remain outside of Russia Sushi, thinking where are all the bars located in the city, his crimson eyes scan the large area and the clustering people that filled almost all the street.
Not far from the area, conceal two young girls, one with glasses and the other with unreadable expression.
"Kururi." The female who wore a pair of glasses and a yellow dog eared sweater, and a green miniskirt, her hair was tied in a long braid, and she spoke with mirth after spotting their target not far from where they hid. "I think that's the guy, he does look like brother, huh? Time to contact him!"
The other sister nodded with no bubbling excitement, she wore the similar sweater though hers was green with cat ears and a short yellow skirt. Her hair was short, she continue to eye the male making sure he wasn't out of sight.
"Hey, Izaya we found the guy you wanted us to find he's standing around Russia Sushi looking like a lost puppy." She giggles happily.
Good. Continue to follow him, and don't be too obvious in trailing after him.
"Got it!"
With confirm she snap her phone shut, she gesture with her head for her twin sister to follow along once their target subtracted himself from the restaurant.
Melodic whistle sent vibration through his vocal cords, he was bored out of his mind, and people were doing their daily routine within the city. He didn't know what to do. He looked over his shoulder, he felt an odd vibe coming off him, and alerting his mind that someone was shadowing him. "Hm? Zat's veird I zhought someone vas following me?"
"Hey, asshole!"
There was an anguish tone lingering and gaining his attention, Gilbert follow the voice and not far from him were couple of guys making their way directly to him. Clueless Gilbert pointed a single digit at himself. "Me?"
"Yes, you! Who the fuck do you think you are Orihara!?" The male yelled out holding a metal bar in his right hand, pointing the object at the Prussian. "You fucked up with our boss, giving false information and our boss got his ass kicked to the ground because of you, asshole! We're here to make you pay for it!"
"Vh-Vhat? Nein, jou goz' ze vrong person, my name is Gilbert Beilschmidt." The group were not convinced and spat at him, Gilbert felt convoluted with the unknown groups, and he didn't understand why they were all built with fury at him.
"Cut the crap with that fucking accent, bitch!"
The man swung the object, aiming the metal bar towards Gilbert's ribs, before the object could make its direct success, Gilbert bent his legs restraining his leg muscles before shooting himself up to avoid any damage, Gilbert twirl his body, attempting a round house kick to the male's head, sending the man falling, another man from the group came charging his way with his arm held high, Gilbert was tired of all the accusatory and the unwanted predicaments he didn't wish for.
Gilbert grasp the male by the hand twisting the arm, the male yelled in sheer pain. Gilbert twist the arm further to the right, he could hear the sound of the bone snap, the male cried out from the intensifying pain that shot his nerves with excruciating sparks once his arm had been fractured. Gilbert lifted his leg, the bottom of his soles sent an impact kick to the males face, causing the male to yell out once again. Furious now he glared at the rest.
"H-Holy shit, this isn't over Orihara!" The group took off running, Gilbert sighed to himself. Walking away from the two injured males from behind. Mumbling beneath his breath.
"I'm noz' Orihara, how many zime do I have zo tell' all zese losers!"
Gilbert decided it was time to go back to his apartment before he could get himself into trouble again, he was indeed completely confused and angry. He made his way to his located home, two girls who were still trailing after him blinked at each other after witnessing the hassle, they both continue to shadow him.
Bakyura: Hello, everyone! Didn't you all heard some rumors going around Ikebukuro?
Taro Tanaka: Yeah, someone who looks like Izaya.
Walker: You gotta' be shitting me! I heard Izaya dyed his hair silver!
Karua Milk: I think I saw that guy leaving Russia Sushi earlier when I was walking home.
Bakyura: Really?
Bakyura: How did he look? Were you close enough?
Walker: Maybe Izaya was a pussy after all, avoiding Shizuo, haha.
Taro Tanaka: This isn't time to joke around, Walker.
Karua Milk: Yeah, and no! I didn't get a good close up but I thought I saw the Orihara twins trailing after the guy.
Bakyura: Could it be that Izaya is up to something again?
Walker: Fine fine I won't joke around.
Taro Tanaka: Can't say for sure if he is up to something.
Karua Milk: Wait! I saw the guy getting into a fight with couple of Heaven Slave gang members!
Walker: Are you for sure? Man! It seems like good things happen with you!
Bakyura: Seriously?
The informant was reading each lettering in the chat room, his smile only grew more. He felt his blood boil impatiently with positive eager, Izaya's bottom heel pressed against the edge of his desk, leaning back into the comfort of his wheelie chair, he burst out into a fit of boisterous guffaws.
"You seem quite happy. Why?"
"It just so comical, I suppose my false notification for Heaven Slave cause quite the squabble for Hiroto Shijima, and I'm guessing he sent couple of his boys after me instead they assaulted the look alike, humans are indeed gullible."
Namie wasn't intrigue with his insanity and ignored the informant, Izaya was basking in happiness, the vibration and the ring of his cell phone caught his attention, he press the talk button.
"Yes?"
Hey, bro! The guy lives here where Celty Sturluson lives, but I don't exactly know which room number.
"Ah, good job, you're money expense will be transferred to your credit card, spent the money wisely." He hung up after speaking with his hyperactive sister, the informant grab his coat, shoving his foot into his shoes. Accumulating his belongings whatever is necessary.
"Namie contact Ran Izumii to meet me outside."
"Of course."
From: honda
To: theawesomeprussia
I see, gomen'naisai, Gilbert. Please be careful out there, it isn't a safe city that is why I hardly go there. Are you safe? Do you want me to come company you?
Kiku Honda
Gilbert was sitting in the kitchen at the table after arriving from the dramatic streets, his eyes read the email he received few hours ago from his friend, he cocked his head slightly to the right a low sound of his neck-bone crack once he did so. Sighing to himself from the problematic situation he was involved in randomly without even creating the chaos was a bother. So much for peaceful vacation. Each digits began its tap on the buttons of the keyboard, he replied to the email.
To: honda
From: theawesomeprussia
I've been getting into trouble with random bastards I don't know about, I'm the awesome Gilbert and they all think im this guy I don't know! And its fine the awesome Gilbert can handle all these losers, I have a bruise, and i was assaulted two hours ago. Lol
There was a knock on his door, Gilbert quirk a brow and peep his head from the kitchen entrance staring half caution and curious at the doorway, he didn't order take out or anything so it probably wasn't a delivery guy, he had already made himself something to eat few minutes ago. It couldn't be a visitor since he didn't really know anyone. Maybe a neighbor had come to knowledge his awesomeness and wish to bask in the presence on the great one?
He might as well, grant the new visitor their desire. He stood from his chair walking to the door, his right hand and digit fingers curved around the knob he twist it, a clank of the door sounded, the door ajar open revealing a young male with black raven hair, a coat with fur at each ends of the sleeve and collar, black pants and auburn eyes. The only thing that was noticeable was the ominous grin.
"Hello, allow me to introduce myself, I'm Izaya Orihara and your new life in Ikebukuro will begin..."
Before Gilbert could respond to the enigmatic individual, there was a hit to the back of his head, a sharp pain that linger and struck his every nerves with pain, he didn't know what the hell was going on, his legs weaken and his body fell with a loud thud upon the solid surface of the floor.
"Soon."
Were the last words from the unknown male that stood by the doorway. Darkness yet again consume him into nothingness.
To Be Continue...
