I had to upload this twice (because it was failing on me), so sorry for the email spamming .
Sorry for such a long wait ^.^"… I've been kind of busy… and my laptop died so I had to reset it and… other stuff… on with the story :D
Also I'm sorry it's so short (Is it short? Well it's shorter than the other chapters) but I just thought I'd update it quickly to prove I'm alive :P
I WILL TRY AND WRITE SWIFTLY! If I have the will power… ¬.¬
I opened my eyes to find the screen mainly filled with a single word, if you could even call it a word…
"~! Why did you leave so suddenly, Kida-kun? I was having so much fun :( Did you run away just to upset me! :'( "
Just reading the first sentence, made me cringe. Scratch that, all of it was discomforting. He always seemed to act weirdly when it came to texting and online forums. Actually, Izaya was just bizarre overall, though, that's an understatement. Realizing that was not the entire message, I scrolled down. Not that I wanted to.
"Guess what~! That meal we had yesterday (If we'd actually eaten :C) was kind of like a date Wouldn't you agree~?"
No I certainly did not agree. Date? What the hell was he on about? I wanted to see him, but only so I could wipe that damned smirk off his stupid face. But before I could finish reading the text, as that was not all, the doorbell rang. Again. What is with people and visiting me today? I suppose I can't help it if people love me~… who I am kidding…
The bell rang again.
I decided to answer the door before the caller broke my doorbell, and then maybe even break the door. As I ran down the steps, I heard the ringing yet again. "Give it a rest! I'm coming!" I shouted, getting a bit impatient myself.
I ripped open the door, showing my irritation. "What d-" I froze. The figure in front of me was the one I had just been contemplating the demise of. I always wanted to lash out at him, but whenever the occasion came, I would cower away in fear. This time, I swore, would be different.
"What the hell are you doing here!"
"You know why I'm here, Masaomi-kun, I said in my text" He said, stepping through the doorway, pushing past me, uninvited, and into my apartment. Great, another unwanted guest.
"I didn't read it because you were banging on the door!" That was half true, as I had read some of it, but not completed it. Nevertheless, saying I had read it, was not something I felt like dealing with.
"Masaomi-kun, how long does it take you to read a text?"
"Wha- What's that to do with anything?" I queried, calming down slightly, but not really aspiring to do so.
"Well, it really doesn't take long to read one, unless you're a very slow reader, so you should have had time to." I stared at him for a moment, as if he were mad, although I'm not suggesting he's not. He most definitely is.
"Also, I wasn't 'banging on the door', Masaomi-kun, I was merely ringing the doorbell~" he added, sounding very smug, with his, eternally present, smirk.
I decided not to participate in this battle and instead asked this: "Seeing as I didn't have time to read the text could you maybe tell me verbally why you are here?"
"Hmmm…If you were a faster reader maybe I'd consider telling you…" he said, turning away, as if disguised, but obviously fake. I glared at him, not caring about the consequences that could occur anymore, though if something did happen, I knew I would regret it later.
Izaya glanced at me from the corner of his eye. Even though it was a small glimpse, I could see the satisfaction in his eyes, the satisfaction caused by my anger. He's just a sick, sick man from finding pleasure in such things. I hate him, and nothing can change that.
"Leave now, or tell me what you're doing here!" Izaya's head snapped back, looking rather shocked at my sudden outburst.
"…Hmmmm… I suppose I should just give it to you straight…" he said seriously, I started to feel slightly afraid.
"G-give what to me straight?" I said wearily. Izaya then began to laugh.
"That completely changed your mood, Masaomi-kun~" he said, continuing to snigger.
"Wh-what the hell? Do you actually have anything to say or are you just teasing me? If that's the case, please leave!"
His roguish manner came to a halt.
"It's about Ryugamine-kun," Izaya paused, and looked at me for a moment, as if he thought I would ask something like 'what about him?', seeing as I was very angry, but I didn't care for the answer, so I didn't care to ask it. He then continued.
"It seems like this is really bothering you, Masaomi-kun. Though it may be very interesting to observe your… what appears to be misery, it conflicts with my plans~" He once again looked at me for any emotion. I did not speak.
He sighed. "Look, Masaomi, I'm trying to help you here, can't you see that?" He was trying to help me? Unlikely. It was more like he was aiming to aggravate me, and succeeding. Or more likely, to use me for some objective I'm not yet aware of. This time, staying silent was not something I did.
"It's my problem! So let me deal with it and leave me alone!" I may have been shouting out my feelings but it was more of a contradiction. They weren't my true feelings, maybe partly, but mainly so. I wanted help, yes, but not from him. He was the person I least aspired to crawl to…. Again…
"Just fuck off already, Izaya!-san!"
"I just want to help you, Masaomi-chan~" Chan? Where did that come from?
"Do I have to repeat myself!" Izaya stared at me blankly, and did not reply. "Ugh… Look, I need to go, so… just whatever" I then stormed out the door. I may have said there was somewhere I needed to be, but in fact there was not. I didn't care where I went; I just wanted to get away from the familiar places. Somewhere I could be left alone, somewhere far away. If only that were possible…
Izaya found himself alone in Masaomi's house. So many possibilities crossed his mind, but one stood brighter than the rest. Hastily, Izaya reached a decision. Realizing Masaomi would not be back for some time, he paced to Masaomi's room.