Kida's POV
I had woken up and avoided Saki for the entire morning while walking around the house, so we didn't argue, and it worked - we didn't argue once.
She decided that we would have to go out today and look around town for a place to hire people to move our big boxes from downstairs, up to our floor.
We left in the early hours of the afternoon, when the sun was shining the brightest and it was too warm to wear jackets and coats outside.
"Huh?" I blinked and looked around, I could have sworn I saw the flash of a camera out of the corner of my eye.
When I convinced myself I had imagined it, I looked across at Saki, who had up until now, spent twenty minutes getting ready and was currently looking for her apartment keys.
When she had found them, she walked on and told me to hurry up, I had been looking at the place I saw that flash and hadn't realised she had started walking.
Together, we made our way across some streets, through the park I always go, straight into a street with a long row of shops where we found a 'Handy-man' store.
When Saki had explained the job we needed doing, the shop worker told us that because it was a pretty big job and would take more than one person, it would be quite expensive.
"Saki.. Be careful, we don't have that much money since we haven't found jobs yet."
"Well, are YOU going to move those boxes? I need my furniture, Kida." She growled, shooting me an angry look.
The shop worker raised an eyebrow and looked around.
"Will you be needing this job after all?" He asked. Saki nodded and looked at me again, almost telling me that I would be paying for this.
"Saki.." I frowned slightly, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of the store.
"Kida - come on, it isn't THAT bad!" She scoffed and folded her arms. "And anyway, you're far too lazy to sort this out yourself so we might as well do it while we're out together!"
When we were leaving our small city from before, both of our parents had left us some money each. We had enough to live off of until we got a job each and even with that, we would have to be careful with simple things, such as food.
Eventually, I gave in and handed the money over to Saki and walked out of the store, leaving her in there to sort it out herself.
I stood on the edge of the sidewalk and looked around, there wasn't much else around apart from tall buildings and loads of people.
I didn't really know what to do with myself - Saki had the keys to the apartment and so I couldn't get back in, If I wandered any where I would get lost since I don't know this area well.
I tried to make my way back to the park as it was the place I knew the best and found myself lost. I was stood beside an alleyway with buildings all around me, everything looked the same and there were no easy-to-see street signs around.
I looked around again and suddenly heard a voice shouting - it sounded familiar.
"IIIIIIZAAAYAAAAA."
I turned around and as soon as I did - I saw Izaya looking back over his shoulder and running towards me.. Centimetres away from my face…
"GAH." Izaya crashed into me and I felt my body fall backwards, onto the hard floor with him on top of me.
He looked down at me, with his wine red eyes, but didn't stay still for long as Shizuo was quickly catching up with him.
The raven haired man got up as quickly as he could and ran into the alleyway I had been standing next to just moments ago.
Little did he know, it was a dead end.
Izaya slammed his hands against the wall at the end and turned around to face Shizuo who had caught up and ran halfway through the alley.
I sat up and blinked. Was Shizuo serious about wanting to hurt… or even kill Izaya? Whatever he meant.. he was approaching Izaya and I had to do something.
"Stop!" I yelled from behind Shizuo, glaring at him.
The blond haired bartender turned around, he hadn't even noticed me there and raised an eyebrow at me.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked.
Izaya's POV
I'm not sure how this could have happened to me. I usually know which alley has an dead end or which way would be the best to escape. So why did I end up in this situation? Besides that, what does Kida doing here?
"Heh.. What are you planning to do now, Shizzy?" I asked with a pretended grin on my face. I would never show fear or sadness and especially not to Shizuo!
Shizuo turned around to face me again and looked at me with his usual angry expression he always shows to me.
"Are you going to kill me in front of this little kid or are you going to kill me and then kill him, too? Not that the police or anyone else would care if I died, in fact I think they would be actually very happy about it, but it would be better for you if you didn't have any witnesses around, right?" He started clenching his fists as he heard that fake amused tone in my voice. "Shut the fuck up, flea! You're going to die in the next 5 seconds and you can't even be serious in a moment like this?"
"Y-you want to kill Izaya?" I heard a shaking voice behind Shizuo.
Kida's POV
This bartender guy was serious about killing Izaya - and how could Izaya be so calm about the whole thing - he could die right now.
"KIDA?" I heard a voice behind me and turned to see that it was Simon, he had walked across the road to see why I was on the floor. "What you are doing down there, you did fall?"
With one arm, Simon managed t pick me up until I was in a standing position and smiled.
"Why you don't come to have some Sushi? Half price for falling!" The Russian-African tugged me in the opposite direction of which I was facing but I stood my ground.
"No, Simon, I can't, I have to help Izaya!" I shouted, pointing down the alleyway.
Simon turned to look and frowned. By the looks of it it was something he saw almost every day.
"YOU TWO FIGHT AGAIN?" He yelled and shoved the handful of leaflets he was holding in my direction before storming off in their direction. Shizuo, for the first time I had ever seen, looked like he knew Simon was a threat and turned around completely.
Izaya waved his hand half heartedly and smiled.
"It's okay Simon, I don't need any help." He joked, before realising that Simon was serious.
Izaya's POV
" Why you do both always need to fight with each other?" Simon asked with a humourless voice while walking to Shizuo and me.
" I don't need any reason to beat the shit out of that flea!" Shizuo bellowed and turned his head at me. I gave him a fake sad look at a response.
"Aww~ Shizzy, you're always so rude to me! That seriously hurts me" I made a dramatic pose and quickly grabbed my blade out of my pocket as Shizuo started stamping into my direction. I wanted to take a step back but the wall blocked me. Shizuo tried to punch me in the face, but punched in the wall instead because I instinctively ducked and run ran past him to Kida.
I then took Kida's hand and ran together with him out of the dark alley.
I let go of his hand when we arrived at a roof of a quiet tall building. I gave him a short smile and walked to the edge of the building, in hope he would fallow me. I sat down there and turned my head over to see Kida walking to me with his head down to the ground. He sat down next to me, now glaring at me.
"Can you explain me what just happened?" His voice was still shaking and he tried his best no to show that he was still kind of frightened.
"That happens every time Shizuo see's me!" Kida's expression changed as I started laughing.
"What's so funny about this? You seriously could have died some minutes ago and now you're acting like nothing happened at all." My smile faded as I heard that sentences coming out of his mouth. I looked over to the building in front of us, thinking about what to say.
I sighed " Well, basically Shizuo and me started hating each other from the very first time we met and I might did some things which weren't that great for his life at all. Like making him loose his bartender job." The last sentence I said made me grin.
Kida looked at me in disbelief and stood up. "But why would you do something like that to him?"
I somehow wasn't proud at those things I've done to Shizuo anymore and I knew where this would take us, so I wanted to change the topic as soon as possible.
"You don't have to worry about it, It doesn't have anything to do with you."
Kida's POV
I bit my lip and chose to sit back down again, only this time, slightly closer to Izaya. I was trying to think of something to say to break the silence. I felt awkward. Thankfully, Izaya beat me to it.
"So… care to explain why you left all those years ago?" I blinked. Izaya was usually very loud and obnoxious… but now, he seemed serious, and, almost upset, although trying to hold it back.
"Um… Sorry, Izaya. I just couldn't find you. I wanted to tell you, I really did! I-" I cut myself off, scared that I would say something stupid or just repeat myself over and over.
"My Mother thought it would be best we didn't tell anybody.." I lowered my head.
Izaya's POV
He wasn't able to tell me that he will move to another city because of his mother? I felt how my heart sink a little bit a those words.
Didn't he trust me?
"I see… " was all I managed to say. I looked at Kida, hoping he would say something like I'm totally wrong and just taking things too serious.
Unfortunately he didn't. So another long silence between us was the outcome.
After some time I didn't expected him to say anything anymore. "I think it would be the best if you were going back to your girlfriend. She might be worried about you."
Kida's POV
I nodded after a moment and stood back up again.
Did Izaya really not want me here? I was hoping I could walk back with him or something… maybe he hated me now because I didn't tell him about why we had to move house.
"O…-Okay. See you later." I said quietly, almost whispering as I went back down the stairs of the building, the way we had come up, and left Izaya alone in the dark silence.
While walking back through the streets I saw Shizuo with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth. I kept my head low - I didn't want him to see me, but we had to cross the street together to get to the other side of the road, there was no way I could get past without him noticing me from before.
I stood on the edge of the sidewalk and kept looking at the floor. When the man turned green everyone behind me walked forward, to the other side of the road. Shizuo stood beside me and stopped just as we reached the opposite sidewalk.
"You were the one with Izaya, right?" he asked. I was surprised, there was no anger in his voice, only curiosity, though I was still slightly scared.
"Uhm.. Yes," I looked up at him, I didn't need to hide anymore, he had found me. After getting an answer, Shizuo looked up and then back at me.
"Right. Just be careful. Izaya isn't the type to get too friendly with people."
I blinked, confused.
What did he mean?
The bartender raised a hand and I flinched. He then lowered it and rested it on my shoulder, giving me a pat before walking off.
Did that really just happen?
When I got home, the sky was dark and the stars were out. Tokyo was so pretty when all of the lights were on. Bright colours everywhere.
I stopped for a moment to look out of our window as I walked down the hallway, to my apartment. It was beautiful.
When I got to my door, opposite Izaya's, I stopped and examined it.
The door was unlocked… it meant Saki had come back and might have been here for some time now, waiting for me.
Man… she would be really angry at me for not being home until so late.
I opened the door and looked around, it was dark and no lights were turned on.
I thought she must have gone to bed and so tried to be as quiet as I could, taking off my white jumper and putting my bag down wherever I could find a space.
I accidentally kicked the side of the bed and groaned, it hurt, and it was too dark to see anything, so wandered around until I could remember where the light switch was and pressed it.
When the light came on… I saw our table turned over on its side. I saw the covers pulled away from the bed and plates had been smashed from our kitchen all over the floor. A lamp from one of the rooms had been knocked off of its stand onto the floor and broken.
Something bad had happened.
Saki wasn't in the bed, she wasn't in the kitchen, in the hallway; she was nowhere to be seen.
I looked around the room, checking everywhere until I found a note on the back of the door I had come in from.
It read, in scruffy handwriting:
Masaomi Kida, we have what you are looking for.
If you don't meet my men at the City Centre tomorrow at noon, you can kiss goodbye to your beloved girlfriend.
I frowned at the paper, scrunching it up into my hand and looking at the floor. Who did this? How did they know me? What did they want?
There was only one thing left to do.