Let me type here again, are you alright? The woman didn't say a word but replied through the cell phone she owned, Gilbert lower little of his body not too close to invade the female's boundaries. He read the text, she typed again on the device. Sorry this is how I communicate. Clear enough for you?

Gilbert blink and he stood again, this is how she communicates? What's wrong with her? She isn't deaf or blind is she? "Huh, are jou blind or shomezing?"

Her digit tips tap letters again, she showed him the screen. Goodness no, I'm not deaf nor blind. Why do you ask?

This was absolutely absurd, it didn't make sense at all and if she isn't blind or deaf why couldn't she talk then? "If jou're noz, zen vhy don't jou talk?"

That I can't really exemplify through action at least not now, please understand. Maybe I'll show you later.

He read the text and he rub the side of his neck, a brow quirk and his mouth half smiled, he nodded his head. "Ja, alvright, und can I shay shomezing? Do jou know vhere Izayama shomezing vhatever, lives?"

The bike rider's shoulder tense at the well-known name and her fingers quickly tap on her keyboard, she was typing without making an error. Gilbert never seen anyone type so fast like that in his life. As she was done typing she showed him the sentences.

Wait! You know Izaya Orihara? That wasn't you on Ran Izumii's shoulder last night was it? I thought you were Izaya masquerading as someone else, but I was mistaken because I saw him with Izumii!

Gilbert run his digits through his silver hair, a sigh pass his parting lips and didn't know what to say or how to respond to her. Ran Izumii? He never saw nor met the man and he remembered Izaya mentioning about the name to him during his short discussion with him last night. Maybe this Ran guy was the one who knocked him out, the only thing that bugles his mind was how the fuck was this Izumii guy able to intrude into his apartment? Better yet, how do they where he lived?

"Zis ish all shooo crazy, vill can jou zake me zo shee Izayama?"

Celty supress her giggles from hearing the way he incorrectly pronounced Orihara's name, she nodded to him to take him where he wished to go, the bike rider seated herself on the motorcycle named Coiste-Bodhar. With the manipulation of her abilities, a swirl of black substance cloud twirl like an aura around her hand, which slowly circulated the Prussian's head forming a solid object helmet around his head for protection. Gilbert remain in silence after witnessing the supernatural phenomena. Unlike Alfred F. Jones who would react with hyperactive inquiry when it comes to powers like super heroes, Gilbert fainted.

His body landed roughly on the concrete and Celty quickly drop to his side, shaking him to see if he regain conciseness, she slum her shoulders shaking her head at herself. Maybe I shouldn't have manipulated my shadows like that. I'll give Shinra a call.


Gilbert heard a voice that belong to a male, he couldn't make out the familiarity of the voice it sounded different, and he slowly sat himself up from the couch within the apartment that he didn't purchase, maybe it was becoming an habit waking up in different peoples home, his crimson eyes scan the living room. Meine gott zis ish a nice place. He thought.

"You're finally awaaaaaake~!"

Gilbert turn his head and by the doorway stood a young male with a white lab coat, brown hair that looked spiked at each sides and a pair of glasses, he had a ridiculous smile in display, he walked to the couch and sat himself on the opposite side of the furniture.

"My name's Shinra Kishitani, a doctor. I almost thought Celty was the one who killed you! But it turns out you fainted from shock. Did she frighten you? I knooooow, she was showing off her goods, huh? I know, how you feel, she has an amazing body! When she-"

Before the sentence finished with inappropriate innuendo, Celty's hand form into a fist and she struck the doctor with a painful punch to his stomach, he fell forward, face planting on the floor after receiving the brutal assault, embracing his poor abused stomach and trying to regain his air circulation. Gilbert twitched and he stared down at the said Doctor. The bike rider thrust her phone into the Prussian's face as if she was angry.

Don't mind him, he gets me angry sometimes when he talks dirty he has perversion in his stupid persona that he inherited from his father! I swear he humiliates me.

"I-I'm sorry Celty! I just wanted him to know that you have a body of a goddess, is that so wrong!"

Celty fumed with bubbling embarrassment and she tap onto her phone, showing the text to the one she loved. You idiot! Shut up! We have a patient here and tell him what happen! Shinra! Or so help me!

"Okay, okay!" Laughter was heard and Shinra stood again occupying the couch he previously sat upon and he looks towards the patient. "So, Celty brought you up here because you fainted after she manipulated her shadows, I guess it was a bad idea for her to do something like that, huh? Most people faint of get spooked out after she does that, but sometimes people get excited." The doctor scratches the back of his head, sheepishly smiling.

"V-Vhat? Zat scared ze hell ouz' of me! I never sheen anyzhing like zat before. I guess, monsters und stuff like zat vreally do exist after all!"

The Bike Rider was beginning to think it was a bad idea to help out this moron after all, the crudeness of his words wasn't a sound of appreciation. Shinra notice the fluctuate change in her and he crack a half smile. "Uh, please don't say anything like that about her, she gets kind of sensitive with those topic."

Celty was typing words again and shows it to him. It's alright, Shinra. I'm used to insults… Just, its fine.

Shinra's eyebrows were furrowed and he cracked a half smile at her, he turn to face the Albino. "She also told me that you're looking for Izaya's address. Here, I'll write it down on a paper and you can use the cab taxi for transportation."

Gilbert nodded his head, he remain seated on the couch and the Doctor went off to search for two simple items, the Prussian found some similarities within the accommodation.

"Jour place almost looks like meine, buz it lacks awesomness." He says.

Oh, I seen you leaving your room before we live in the same apartment building after all.

"Vhat? Vreally und I didn'z sheen jou before… I zink I did, I don'z know…"

He tried to remember where he had seen this woman, it was swimming in the back of his mind but he couldn't grasp a hold of it. Then it appeared to him in a flash. "Vait! I vremember now! I heard vone of ze cilivian on ze street shaid jou're zat Headless Vrider vhen I arrived in zis city few days ago!"

She tap onto her device, and shows him the letterings.

Oh? Well, I am known as The Black Rider, like an Urban Legend in Ikebukuro everyone says and maybe when you're ready and you don't faint I'll show you why I'm known as the Headless Rider.

"Here you go, Gilly I also wrote his number on it!" Shinra shoved the written address on a piece of square paper for him, Gilbert rolled his eyes at the randomly given name it sounded horrible and it wasn't suitable for his awesomeness. He takes the paper into his fingers, reading the number and name. He stood up from the couch and walks to the door entry.

"Danke, fur jour help." He left the couples residence.

"So, that's Gilbert Beilchsmidt? He isn't Russian is he? Not part of any gangs? He kinda looks like my buddy Izaya!" There were so many question in the Doctors head, however he didn't want to peeve Celty with his pestering inquiry. Celty nodded.

Yes, that's him… The only thing that is bugging me lately… Is why Izaya wants to see him? Maybe he's up to something, Shinra.

"Don't be a silly willy, Celty I'm sure Izaya's trying to help the guy around here." He says and flops himself down next to her. "Now! Since we're alone… How about I clear your mind with my love!" The doctor quickly tackle her down onto the couch, Celty protested through her device, but he ignored it. She was pushing him and he didn't budge, he was laughing at her fail attempts and gave her a small bite to her neck.

Wait! Shinra! Hey are you even listening! Shinraaaaaaa!


Izaya had an expression of displease on his features, he glared noticeable daggers at the screen of his laptop, and his mind was on a subject that he couldn't ignore. The Prussian didn't stop by yet and he felt himself growing impatiently. Namie was placing the binders filled with important assortments of information on each shelves. She glance her eyes towards him. "Izaya, are you alright?"

"Is the change in my mood that obvious?" He says, his auburn eyes remain glued to the screen and he didn't bother to look directly at her. Before she could respond to him, there was a knock on the door and the Albino pop his head without permission to enter the confinement, he entered into the room.

"Ze awesome of ze great vone ish here!"

The informant's irritation slowly lowered with calm, finally.

"I was beginning to think out of negativity. That you weren't going to show up." He sighed and he agape his arms wide open with his now amusing smile in place. "And here you are! Now, please tell me. What's your answer?"

The tap of his soles made its way to the desk near the large windows, the end of his palms were squished at the edge of the desk, inclining his upper torso not near himself forward. With his accent he spoke. "I vill accept jour offer, hours of consideration I zink I vill have shome fun. Vere do I shign?"

Perfect. Izaya laid a paper on the desk in front of the male. "Just lay your hands on it."

He complied, he settle his palm on the paper he didn't know what was the other doing. It was an odd way to sign a contract. The Albino blink. Izaya lifted his knife that he stashed away and with force he punctured the sharpness of the blade that pierced through Gilbert's hand, the albino's right eye twitches and he felt the sprout of electric pain pulsating within his hand, the crimson fluids of his blood pooled and damps the paper in his coated blood.

Izaya removed the object that was soaked with Prussian blood, he smiled more in satisfaction. "I've heard Mikado done this before. And this bloody paper here will be our temporarily contract."

Gilbert nods in agreement, his features had a look of pain and the blooming sting to his hand did not cease yet, he held his wounded hand with affection as of the miraculous of wonders will heal and stitch his flesh.

"Now, for your first little assignment. I want you to pay Shijima a little visit while I'm off to send word to a certain someone. Here's his address and information about him." Izaya held out a folder for him, he takes the folder and slip one of the info from the envelope.

"He organizes in Drug Dealing?" Gilbert questions.

"Yes, and I want you to give a cautious warning. He's been stuffing those disgusting pills and pinning it on Mikage."

"Mikage?"

"You'll meet her soon, now. Go. Ran Izumii will be transporting with you he's been bloodthirsty to make it rain with blood." Gilbert nodded at the Informant's comment, and the Albino left the confinement. Namie spoke once the other left.

"You know you're deceiving him, that's nothing but false about Mikage. If he's the temporarily fill in… What is he going to do as a Leader?"

"I know." Izaya's arms folded behind his head and his legs were crossed he lean back into his chair and the smirk that annoyed his secretary exploited his contentment. "I just want to test the guy and see how he manages it and also... I want to create a chaotic situation for him, the new change with The Dollars will soon spread in the city all different gang members will get word and that's when everything will turn into the hell's fire. He is the distraction after all."


"Hey, German fucker." Gilbert stared at the male who was waiting by the van in the back alley, his hair was slicked back with sunglasses and the scar was the only thing that made him felt an uprising of nausea. The ominous grin reveal each row of his teeth.

"I was told to watch your fucking ass out there, I don't care if you're the fucking boss now but lemme tell you, piss me off and you're fucking dead."

"Vhatever loser, jou can shuck meine awesome balls shack. I just have zo go zo zis place und come back." Gilbert didn't find the male intimidated and he gesture with his head at the male once he had seated in the passenger side in the van. "Und vhat I heard jou're zat loser vho hit the back of meine head!"

Ran growled from the insult he went into the driver seat, turning the transmission of the vehicle on and he began to drive to the destination location. "I'm so happy that I didn't killed youuuu, fuck! I would have just killed you on the fucking spot but Izaya said nooooo, that fucking asshole."

Several minutes, the two made it to Shijima Hiroto place, Ran whose blood was boiling with the need to kill, and he knock the door down with great force, Shijima and the other males reacted to the intrusion. "Ran Izumii what the hell are you doing here?! And is that…. Orihara?"

"You're always a little shit, eh? Don't you know insulting my boss who's in charge of The Dollars will give you a penalty! Death kid, death!" Ran laughed, pointing the end of the bat towards the young male, Gilbert shook his head at the name that he was normally mistaken for.

"Neine, I am Gilbert Beilchsmidt, und I'm here zo teach jou a listen. Ran jou vat zo do."

Shijima felt completely lost from the accent. And that's the boss for The Dollars? He didn't understand, he had always thought Mikado was the true founder maybe it was a lie after all. The young male backed away, Ran sent a cruel kick to the young males' stomach, Shijima eyes widen from the hit and was knocked over to his sides groaning, and the object Ran held sent a punishing hit to Shijima's sides he yelled out.

"I'm only telling jou vonce, ze awesome me don'z give second chances. If I heard jou concealing more of jour illegal drugs und stashing it around Mikage's area, I'll make jour punishment more severe."

"Ya hear that little shit? Don't go blaming your crap on my girl Mikage! I'll fuck you up more, brat!" Ran sent another painful kick to Shijima's ribs and he yelled out once again. Gilbert and Ran began to take their leave, though stopped as they heard the young male called out.

"W-Wait, are you fucking serious? I didn't do anything like that! I know, when not to mess with The Dollars! I swear I didn't do it!" Gilbert didn't reply he left without a word and Ran place the bat object over his shoulders and with the end of his boots he kick the boy on the side of the head, knocking the day lights out of the young male.

"Nighty night, kid." Ran left the area after Gilbert.


Bakyura: Did you guys heard anything lately?

Taro Tanaka: I have… It isn't so pleasant.

Kahlua Milk: What are you saying, Taro?

Taro Tanaka: It seems the guy who has the same appearance as Izaya is the boss after all for The Dollars.

Bakyura: No fucking way! Are you serious?

Kanra: I've heard of that as well.

Kahlua Milk: Nice of you to join us, Kanra!

Taro Tanaka: I'm not kidding. I'm serious.

Kanra: Didn't you hear… He assaulted Shijima Hiroto.

Bakyura: Wait, isn't he the dude part of Heaven Slave, drug dealing?!

Kanra: That's right.

Kahlua Milk: That's kinda crazy.

Mikado Ryuugamine was eyeing the screen in his room, he was glaring at the illumination of the screen, it didn't make sense to him and why is there a replacement? Something was wrong, he didn't deny the horrible feeling, Izaya was up to something. Who is this new imposer for The Dollars? He wipe his phone out and contacts Aoba.

Mikado? What's up?

"We need to talk, Aoba..."


To Be Continue...