The Prussian eyes slowly open, his eye visual was nothing more than a blur. He slowly lifted his torso up with the support of his arm, there was a low crack to his shoulder and the pain within his head struck him good with a headache. He blink his eyes multiple times to adjust and regain his eye visual from the illumination.
"You're finally a wake. The hit to the head had knock you out for quite a while. I swear, Izumii could have killed you with one swing to the head I did told him to ease his aiming."
There was a soft boyish voice, Gilbert's crimson eyes peered at the blurry figure, and his hand lightly rested on the back of his cranial where a bump had developed from the hit. He groan again. "V-Vhat are jou zalking about?"
"That's not important right now." The voice respond. "What's your name?"
"Gilbert Beilschmidt." Gilbert rub his eyes and looks at the seating male before him, the male's lips were curved up into a smile and his eyes were fixated on him. Yes, he remembered him at his door last night.
"Vait! Jou're zat Izaya Orihara! Because of jou everyvone in zis stupid city zink I'm jou! Und vhy couldn't jou just asked zo come in meine place like a vregular person!"
Namie was silently seated at her desk, her eyes linger from the new guest to that conceited bastard she works for, Izaya wasn't kidding after all, and the two indeed mirror each other's appearance. It was quite astonishing to see another look alike.
Izaya's eyes stared head to toes at the other body it was like having a lost twin. He was quite fond with the accent, it was cute in a strange way.
"Listening to your voice is just sooooooo adorable."
"Eh? Shut up und zell me vhy I'm here!?"
A low gentle wind of his sigh emitted his lips, Izaya's digits were interlock with each other and he rested his chin on the top of his palms, auburn eyes stared with mild interest and his smile didn't seem to flatter. "You're here, because I wish to offer a temporarily contract."
Gilbert's features expressed deep confusion, the only thing that trouble him is he didn't find any similarity with the male that everyone thinks. Seriously, the male's hair was nothing but black, the youthful face was nothing like his own and the guy wasn't awesome, he was just plain boring.
"Vhat contract?" He asked befuddled.
Izaya stood from his chair, walking to the Prussian, he tug the male onto his foot and walking along side of Gilbert towards the window. Izaya placed his right arm on the back of the other's shoulder, both were staring at their reflection on the window. That is when, Gilbert could see the similarities that everyone can see now.
"Well, well, don't we just look alike? I'm completely ghosted out by our resemblance, scary." Sarcasm flee from Izaya's mouth, Gilbert was stunned and he frowns, whatever this guy had done to piss everyone off in the city, wasn't his doing, now he understood why most had mistook him for this stupid man.
"Jou said shomezhing about a contract, vhat ish zis contract about?" Gilbert asked without looking at the other. He was still a little lost at words.
"To become a temporarily stand in for my spot as the leader for The Dollars. Are you interested?"
Namie's eyes widen from the offer she was eavesdropping on their conversation, what is Izaya thinking? Didn't he know that Mikado was the former leader and founder of The Dollars? And wouldn't it confuse other gangs? Or better yet, increase the difficulties of chaos as well?
"Ze Dollars?" Gilbert never heard of The Dollars, was he talking about money? Or some company? The irises and the dotted pupils of his eyes shift to the corner of his eye sockets, peering at the male at the corner of his visual, he was smirking. The male was smirking for some unknown reason. The informant removed his arm from settling on the male's shoulder, Izaya nodded his head.
"Yes, you'll be wallowing in wealth, you see. I'm known as the Informant Broker, I get paid for selling personal info that other members wish to sought out but couldn't. So, I'm the only one in this whole city who can manage and notify information accurately, being the Leader of The Dollars will only make my time limited."
Izaya placed his right hand on the side of his waist, he looks at the new visitor whom was staring out the window lost in thought it seems.
"The Dollars are quite the fearsome gang in Ikebukuro, they're also known as The Colorless Gang without a color, perhaps you can say monochromatic, just fill in for me in till I'm done with sending out information to those who requested my assistance, it's simple, easy, peasy. What do you say?"
Gilbert bit the lower bottom of his plump lip, he remembered the unfortunate things that occur when it comes to gang members, he led troops during his time in war, and he gave specific orders as a leader and claim victory several time in the battlefield, though being part of a gang? He thought it was nothing more than a lapse of time. But where was the harm in that? He rarely had thrills and maybe he'll accept the offer, however, the back of his mind warn him, it was a sickening feeling he never felt before, he wasn't like Romano whom was part of the mafia during his time.
Silence suffocated the Informant in impatience, his smile slowly began to fade from his features, no respond. He was about to say something though Gilbert spoke up. "Vill jou give me zime to zink about eht?"
"Yes, of course. I'll give you till tomorrow to consider my offer, if you don't show up I'll make sure I'll stop by and I suggest you don't mention this to anyone, okay?"
Gilbert didn't say anything in return he only nodded in agreement, and he stood from the black leather couch and making his way towards the exit, he left the apartment without another word. And once the Prussian was no longer in ear shot, Namie stood from her seat and glared at the informant.
"What do you think you're doing giving that position away? Mikado is the true founder do you realize that Izaya? What will you gain from all this?"
Izaya smirked, he was toying around with a creepy like doll, in his other hand held a thin slender piece of metal and the end of the metal penetrated the dolls non-existing heart. His auburn eyes stared at his secretary with devious contentment.
"Of course, I knew from the very beginning Mikado Ryuugamine was the founder and creator of The Dollars and I don't really care about what he will think, Namie."
She didn't say anything, the informant was nothing more than a disgusting antagonist. She saw the way his eyes gleam with its usual shimmering repulsiveness and the atrocity of his smile that promise pain in the near future were as well displeasing, Izaya thrust the silver needle further into the rag doll.
"My objectives are quite essential to me, I don't expect you to comprehend my prominent desires, Namie. When I think about the destruction that will bloom within the city only boils my blood with more impatience and enthusiasm. I want to create a war, where everyone is free to destroy and take another's life of existence away from each other, my intentions has been clear from the very beginning. I'll make sure that disgusting monster, Shizu-chan will be the one to die before me."
He removed the silver needle from the doll and the stuffing's within doll puffed out like organs, he settle the doll on the desk and stabs it with force.
"There is no God, no God to save all humanity from what I'm about to do. I attentively observe humans and their repugnant demeanor ways, they all have the pugnacious fondness to quarrel, that's why I fucking love humanity."
Namie felt the quiver of her spine, goosebumps prickle her flesh, after hearing the cruelty of his words that anxiously struck her and the only thing that occurred to her mind is her darling brother Seiji's safety, it wasn't like her to feel intimidated by him, he wasn't human, nor a monster, he is more like a iniquitous devil.
"You better not harm Seiji…"
"If you explicit my plot to anyone, I will not tolerate in consideration of his safety. And here I thought everything I did are meaningless to you."
"Shizza… Vhat am I doing? Considering ze offer…" Gilbert was still on the topic, he didn't know either to accept or decline. He was the awesome Gilbert, and something about himself felt like he was losing his coolness, normally he'd accept without considering the horrendous consequences for his doings or action. He gave crude insults to other's around him and why was he feeling out of it? Perplex of his bewildered brain was causing another incoming headache.
It was final, he will give his answer to the Informant when the morning make its horizon. "Damn eht, I didn'z ask fur his number too."
He slip his phone out of his pocket and press the button to illuminate his phone screen, three missed calls. He tap the notification and it was from his younger brother. He tap the number and places the phone speaker near his ear, the phone rung, no answer yet, before he could hang up he heard his brother's voice.
Meine gott, Gilbert! I vas getting vorried! I called und jou vouldnt pick up I zought shomezhing happen zo jou. Despite being all broad and masculine, his brother had always been a worried sick in the mud type of guy sometimes. Gilbert smiled, and finally realized how much he missed the sound of his brother's voice that reminded him of his own home. Gilbert?
"Ja, I'm here. Don'z vorry I'm alvright I'm just bored zats all. Clean freak."
I'll let zat inshult shlide zis zime, und are jou veally alvright?
"Ja! I shaid I'm okay, nozhing vrong vizh me. Sho, how ish back at home?" Gilbert asked.
It's vonder bar, buz' Veneziano von't listen at all zat pasta loving shizza ish alvays shleeping in meine bed!
Gilbert laughed, it had been approximately an hour talking on the phone with his brother. The stress slowly appeases and he sigh, he was feeling good now, he didn't mention anything about The Dollars to Ludwig, he also thought it didn't felt right to keep something criminally secretive but he had too, it also wasn't wise, maybe he will give his finalizing answer for the sake of his own amusement.
The thought of it only made him feel undeniable sickening thrills that run up his spine and sent sparks throughout his nerves with ecstatic happiness. It was time to have his mischievous fun again like old time sake. Elizabeta and Roderich are nothing but a bore.
"I'm accepting it..."
Ran izumii smash the flatness of his hands on the desk in a sign of fury, the tone of his voice inform he was not too happy with the change at all. A rumbling growl fled from his throat.
"What the shit, Orihara! You gotta be fucking insane or fucked in the head to give the title up to that German fucker! Ya think he's capable?"
Izaya didn't react to the sudden outburst, he leisurely twirl within the wheelie chair, there were so many reasons why he wanted the Prussian to be the temporarily stand in. So many, reasons why, though he didn't really wish to share his little plot.
"I don't need you to understand Izumii, it's bad enough your stupidity suffices your ignorance. The impulsiveness of your belligerence is quite abundant."
"You shut the hell up, if you wanted someone to annihilate Ryuugamine, I'll be happy to do that fucking dirty work!" Ran felt irritation bubbling up in the pit of his stomach, his eyes only grew more behind the sunglasses he wore glaring at the informant.
"Mikado is clever, don't underestimate him, Izumii. Leave everything to me, all you have to do is look after Beilschmidt, only if he chooses to accept and sign the contract."
Ran gave a grip to his hair in frustration, the snarl proved his disapproval with the change, and what is this bastard thinking? The inhalation of the air quell the anguish side of him, there was no talking senses into the informant, and when has Izaya ever listen to reasons, better yet why was he even caring at all? Ran's mouth twitches some. "Fine, whatever, fuuuuck."
"He will be coming here if he ever decided to come, and if he does, I want all of you to show courtesy. There's something about him that intrigues me." Izaya says with his usual smile.
Ran snorted at the comment, his laughter produce an obnoxious hysteric lullaby after hearing the Informant, Izaya only rises a questioning brow at the sudden outburst. "What?"
"Don't tell me you already have a faggot liking to that German bastard?" Ran didn't shut his mouth and the rumble of his thundering chortles only exasperated the informant. Izaya didn't expressed any sign of annoyance, he grasp hold of the hilt to his knife and with magnificent dexterity he fling the object at Izumii's legs. Ran yelled out from the pain that the knife pierced into the thickness of his thigh muscle, causing him to fall on his right side of his body, Ran replied with insults and Izaya accepted the rudeness as compliments.
"Ah, your compliments are always so amiable, Izumii and next time I'll aim for your eye."
"F-Fuck you, Orihara!" He groan and aiding his wounded leg.
Namie felt flabbergasted by the sudden assault that Izaya attempted it wasn't like him to harm any of his associates and the people he cooperated during his hour of business. Unfortunately to her dismay, she kept her mouth shut.
"And here I thought everything I did are meaningless to you."
Were the only words that rewind annoyingly in her head and she grip on her knees. Why did she even care about Izaya's sinister plot? It always has been meaningless, but she also didn't want her precious little brother harmed by that devil.
Seiji…
Gilbert woke from his slumber, it actually felt good waking up in his own bed other than waking up in random people's residence. He made his way towards the bathroom to shower all impurity that clung to his flesh.
After his shower, he slip into his black muscle shirt and over the cotton fabric was his favorite white button up sleeved shirt, he wore his black jeans and white shoes, he grab all important items that were needed, he locked the door to his apartment behind him he didn't bother to check his email today, Gilbert waited out the building. Then it struck him, all that bewildering puzzlement of confusion during his days in Ikebukuro and the unexpected visitors and kidnapping bullshit made him forgot to ask the Informant for his address.
"Shizza! I feel sho shtupid! How ze hell am I going zo go zere now!" He groan to himself in disappointment.
Are you okay?
He heard nothing but a ring that sounded from a phone, he turn around to see who it was, and there stood a curvaceous figure bound in a black leather suit that embrace every parts of her body and Gilbert couldn't deny the fact the woman had a nice slender frame and she wore the yellow cat ear helmet. He had an unsettling feeling he saw her before. But he forgot where.
Everything wasn't so troublesome, it was beginning to get interesting in the city after all.
To be continued...
