As I ran, I saw Izaya, standing outside Russian Sushi, waiting for me, arms folded, looking a bit displeased. I must have been too late for his liking. I didn't really understand why he was waiting for me outside; surely he could just go inside. I stopped running as I was now stood next to him. Though I wasn't necessarily standing, I was doubled over, hands on knees, quite obviously panting.
"You're late, Kida Masaomi-kun." I looked up to see him even more displeased, despite this; he still had a hint of his signature devilish grin.
"Sorry", was all I could say, as my bend turned into an apologetic bow. This just caused the smirk to take control. It was as if my apology pleased him. Amused, would have been a better word.
"Shall we go then?" Izaya made his way in.
"Okay…" Hesitantly, I followed suit.
I followed Izaya into a private booth. It appeared that he had put a lot of thought into this. That confused me. Why would he put so much consideration, so much preparation, into something that he most likely wouldn't take seriously? Preparation, that word again. It's like it's haunting me. More like Izaya's haunting me.
Izaya sat down, and then slithered along to the middle of the seat, on the one side. So I decided to sit on the other side. I sat on the edge of the seat, so that if I wanted to leave, I could, and be gone fast. I didn't trust him, and I wasn't planning on doing so anytime soon.
After we had ordered, we sat silently for a while, though it wasn't hushed in my head. I couldn't control my thoughts. They were all over the place. Some were about how I really felt about Mikado, some about Anri, even some about Izaya, mainly because he was just staring at me, most likely enjoying my failed regulation. He always seemed to take pleasure in other people's pain.
Izaya probably read all of it. He was just like that. He somehow knew everything about everyone. If I held that kind of 'power', as you could call it, I suppose I would want to find out if Mikado ever liked me, as it was the thing that had been on my mind for the last day, or maybe even use it to figure out my true feelings on the whole matter.
Sitting across from me, Izaya seemed to be getting bored of the peace. It took a few seconds for me to realize that he was directly opposite me, this most likely happened whilst I was up in the clouds. "Did you brush your hair or something?" He noticed. Another failure on my part, there's no fooling him. "I didn't realize your intention was to impress me, Masaomi-kun", a slight chuckle escaping the informant's lips. This time I really wanted to lash out, but I refrained myself, knowing it would do me no good. Izaya saw it all. I decided to let his comment slide. Instead, I asked a question which had been lingering in the back of my mind.
"Why did you go to so much trouble?"
"What do you mean, Masaomi-kun?" The constant use of my name irritated me. But I made sure not to act on it.
"I mean, the whole, reserving a booth thing"
"Actually, I reserved it for a meeting I was meant to have with someone, which I cancelled."
"I see… was it important?"
"I suppose"
"Sorry…"
"You have no need to be, Masaomi-kun. I think I would much rather talk to you than some random guy I don't know, about stuff I don't care about." He proclaimed as he leant back, with his hands behind his head.
"Oh… well, It's not like your really going to care about what I have to say."
"Ah yes, we should probably get onto the purpose of this outing!" He said this with a childish smirk, which then transformed into his usual grin, as he leant forwards, and placed his chin on his hands, which were now propped up on the table. His stare halted my speech. "Well Masaomi-kun? What is it you wish to talk about?"
"Well, it's about Mikado-"
"Ryugamine-kun? How is he?"
"He's fine, a little too fine if you ask me."
"Oh, harbouring a speck of hate there I see, shame on you Masaomi-kun" Clicking his tongue, and shaking his head, as he said it.
"Not quite… Well I guess so."
"Hmmmmm… I see…" Though I had no idea how much he actually saw. "Care to elaborate; if I am to assume this is what you wanted to talk about?"
"Part of it yes, well… in a nut shell, I'm rather confused as to whether he ever saw me as a friend."
"I'm going to need a bit more than 'in a nut shell', Masaomi-kun" His stare never leaving me. I was going to have tell him everything, whether I liked it or not, and I certainly did not like it. I sighed. This was certainly no cakewalk. It wasn't going to be easy.
I took a moment to think about how to explain it, one slip up and my pride would be on the line. I need to make sure that I didn't sound deprived, needy, most importantly, stupid, because I knew I would be making a fool out of myself. Heck, I already was.
"Well…I ….It's…" I didn't know what to say. Izaya, as always, observed my oblivion, the void in my mind, the unknown, and the nothingness that I felt. I could tell that he was not amused by my hesitation.
"Masaomi-kun, if you wish to tell me something, I expect you to tell me." His expressions changed, to an extremely serious one. Once again, I feared him.
I was going to have to tell him honestly, furthermore, everything.
"Okay… here goes." Izaya's intent stare deepened. I sighed, before progressing. "I found out, about a couple of months ago, that Mikado had feelings for me…" Izaya's head tilted.
"Surely it is normal to have feelings for your friends, Masaomi-kun, but there are lots of types of feelings, which sort are you reasoning?" He knew exactly what I was talking about, but he just wanted to toy with me.
"You know what I mean, the love type…" The smirk widened. I looked away; I didn't want to see it. This merely made it broaden further. I turned back as Izaya began to speak once again.
"Is this a bad thing?" I was about to reply, but there was no need, as Izaya responded for me.
"I suppose you perceived it as a good thing, a very good thing, thus there must be more to it. Am I right?" There was no question to it. Of course he was right, and he knew it.
I was as transparent as frosted glass, translucent, but murky, only those that look close enough can see the details. Izaya was the type to look through the haze, with no difficulty.
"Is it that Ryugamine-kun started dating Sonohara-san?" How did he know that? Mikado had only just told me, so how could Izaya-san know? I suppose it was part of his job to know, everything, about everyone.
"How did you-"
"I saw them together, it looked they were on some sort of date."
"How long ago- When?" My curiosity took the better of me.
"Hmmm… about a month ago" Izaya said, with a calm tone. My eyes widened. Why did Mikado take so long to tell me? They'd been dating for a month, maybe even longer, and chose to tell me now. Izaya began to notice my emotions, I took note of this.
I stood up to leave, "I knew I shouldn't have come, this is pointless"
"What makes you say that, Masaomi-kun?" Izaya pouted as he said it, but I could tell it as fake.
"It's not like you really care about how I feel, so I see no point in talking to you."
"How do you know that I don't care?" That question halted me for a moment, only a moment. I soon realized he was toying with me, what else would it be?
"Yeah, right. Of course you care." I said sarcastically, chuckling slightly, and then headed for the door. On my way out, I bumped into Simon, who was bringing our food.
"Leaving so soon, Kida-kun?"
"Yeah, I am" I answered simply.
"Why not stay longer? Sushi is good, yes?" he said with a warm smile on his face.
I wanted to smile back, but I pushed past him, I didn't have time for this, and I just wanted to leave. I walked through the city at a slow pace; I was fed up of running. I admired the city, as I walked, all the bright colours, contrasting against the jet black sky, yet if Ikebukuro had a soul, there would certainly be no bright colours to it.
Eventually, I made it home. Sat on my bed, and stared at the floor. For once, my mind was blank. I suppose I was thankful for that, but it also felt kind of lonely. Suddenly, I heard a muffled vibrating noise and an unusual feeling in my leg, it was my phone. I removed it from my pocket, not bothering to look at the screen, and put it on the table in my room. It was probably Mikado, most likely asking me why I wasn't at school today. I decided to ignore it. I wasn't going to go to school tomorrow that had been determined also.
I sighed, and then realized I had nothing else to do, so I might as well go to sleep, not that I needed anymore than I had already had. Slowly, I changed into my pyjamas, as I felt no need to rush. Mind still empty, I got into bed and fell asleep, almost instantly.