A/N- Hi! I'm sorry for being so late, but time just flew, ya know? Anyway, I have a HUGE favor to ask from 2 anonymous reviewers! They gave me helpful advice about MPD/DID and I would like to ask them questions! So if you, dear reviewers, have a way that I can contact you (YouTube, Deviant Art, etc.) please let me know! I need HELP!
With that said…
Disclaimer- I don't own.
It was interesting to meet this Kanra person, Shizuo decided as he talked more with her.
"She's very… uhhh… what's the word," the blonde mused, "weird. How she know all of this stuff?"
Kanra- Soooo~ Why did you join the chat in the first place, Delic-saaaan~? *o*
Shizuo didn't know what to say…
'Oh, I just joined because my best friend showed me your confession to me online yesterday… very smooth, Shizuo…'
Delic- Just wanted to… have a problem?
'Fail, Shizuo, fail…'
Kanra- wwww How sweet~!
The blonde officially found this person weird; but still wondered who was on the other end.
~In an apartment in Shinjuku~
Kanra had long appeared and while she typed away at the keyboard, she also did what she did best.
Find information on the new chatter.
She hacked into the mainframe of the website and got the email for "Delic." Then she would put that email in the search bar, and just look…
And look.
Until she found what she wanted to know.
She was delighted to find the owner of the username, Delic, was the man she had fallen in deep love with all those years ago.
And just stood up and started dancing and twirling, singing on the top of her lungs, until her voice cracked.
Kanra was just so happy. She then heard a beep signaling Delic had sent her a message.
"W-what! Oh yeah, I forgot my Lovely is still online~! Hahaha~!"
Delic- So, Kanra, you know that bartender in Ikebukuro? He's sort of the reason why I'm here…
Kanra- Of course I do~! ^w^ how so, Delic-san? Do intrigue me~
Kanra typed with her speedy fingers, with a knowing smirk gracing her pretty face, ruby eyes sparkling.
It took a few minutes, but Delic soon replied.
Delic- Well… My friend is a chatter on here as well, and she showed me something… interesting. A love confession of some sort, to Uhhh yeah…
The brunette's face had a rosy flush stretch across her face and ears from embarrassment.
'H-he saw that?'
Kanra- Ohhh…that~! Why? Did he say anything? -/-
Delic- It's interesting…
Kanra- Well I was expressing the truth around. Heh heh heh~! ^/^
Delic- BUT YOU DON'T KNOW HIM!
Kanra was furious, how dare…
Kanra- Sweetheart, for your in-for-ma-tion; I see you almost every single day! I'm always left with some sort of injury, be-cause-of-YOU!
~Somewhere in Ikebukuro~
A blonde man had fallen off his chair and chipped his floor from shock.
"S-SAY WHAT NOW? I DON'T FUCKING KNOW YOU!" He yelled at his computer.
Another beep and he stood back up, holding his head from a bad headache.
It was…
An apology?
Kanra- I'm sorry if I snapped, Sweetie. Oh, and I know it's you, Shizu-kuuuun! ^w^
Huh? Shizuo considered calling the police because, he thinks he has a stalker.
Kanra- I'm sure you're just tired~!
Shizuo ignored the message and just continued thinking.
'I see her everyday… and she gets injured. How's that possible? Maybe she's a by-stander? Or is she making this up? Damn, only one way to find out.'
Only one idea came through his mind.
He has to meet her officially.
It couldn't be that strange, right? The debt-collector had enormous strength that vehicles can't take down. He had withstood two gunshots and a tazer.
He's pretty sure he could handle a girl.
A girl way over her head, yeah, that's it. He decided to play along…
Delic- Oh, right. I'm just really tired.
Kanra- Told ya~!
Damn, Shizuo hoped this plan would work.
He hesitantly typed the next message, sealing his fate.
Delic- How about a date?
~Shinjuku~
Kanra stared at her screen in shock, her ruby eyes wide and glimmering.
She couldn't contain it for any longer.
"YES! !" She waved her arms in victory, and even did a little dance. She was glad her secretary had left an hour ago.
Kanra- That sounds lovely, Shizu-kun.
Delic- Don't call me that.
Kanra- Okay~! ^_^
Delic- I'm gonna leave. I'm tired, bye.
-Delic has logged off-
Kanra had spent most of the night searching the web for Harajuku outfits.
Orihara Izaya woke up the next morning, wondering why and how he had gotten from the Dollars chat to a fashion website. What the hell is a Harajuku?
A/N- I know, I know, it's short. But when I get more information of Distinctive Identity Disorder, I'll get more elaborate next chapter. In the mean time, I have some songs that fit the story.
Ten Faced- Gumi
The seventh me- Len Kagamine
Happy Birthday- The Birthday Massacre
Until next time, Dear Humans…
~Mikomi Ai