A/N- Hi hi hi~! So yeah, did you enjoy the last chapter~? *giggles* never thought I would write that dark, am I right?
Anyway, I would just like to say something before you continue to read. I want to thank every one of you who have either read/reviewed/faved/alerted or WHATEVER! It really means just… the WORLD to me. Really it does. I know that I'm not as amazing as other writers here, but the fact that some of you take the time and review just make me smile and my heart flutter.
So thank you. Oh so much. I just wanted all of you to know that.
Heh heh, so I guess I should continue with the story now? This chapter, you'll see Hibiya.(PS, He has a British accent~! A nice touch, I think.) And next chapter is the one you've been waiting for!
Disclaimer- If I owned DRRR! It wouldn't be epic. It would be an Epic Fail…
Chapter 7- All Hail the King.
Nakura stepped away from the bloody mess that was once a body. He sat at the edge of the broken window, contemplating what he should do now. He was bored.
He gave a sigh and said to the mess, "I guess I should get this body back home. Don't want Izaya to find himself another personality; I'm already crowded with 3 others. Don't need another trauma."
He jumped from the window to the grass, some of the blood from his face dripping onto the grass.
He discreetly went to the house, and changed into more comfortable clothing.
"Now what should I do with these?" He said to himself once more, Nakura looked at the fireplace placed underneath the TV and smirked.
"Perfect."
Blood red eyes watched from the dark brown leather couch as the clothes burned into crisps, with a sly smirk on his face. He kept watching until the original took over; who simply fell over asleep.
Next Morning, in an apartment in Shinjuku.
Tired red-brown eyes slowly opened, as rays of white sunlight scattered across his face.
Izaya sat up yawning, not sure of what happened, but didn't really care. As there was nothing showing on his body; even when he check his computer, there was no sign of murder or suicide.
'Good Morning, sleepy heaaaad~!' Psyche said in a sing-song voice, waving his hands frantically.
"Morning…" Izaya responded back annoyed, Psyche's voice could be so loud sometimes.
"So any plans to go to-
"No… Where were you? I didn't even hear you yesterday."
"It was peaceful for once." Nakura pushed up his reading glasses as he read the front of yesterday's newspaper, hands resting on his chin.
"Shut up! You're a jackass, you know that? And for your information~ I was busy resting. Something you need to do if you don't wanna have wrinkles and be cranky." Kanra bit back, looking over her black colored nails.
Izaya got up while the two personalities argued in his head, giving him a slight headache.
"If I may- doesn't matter anyhow- I would quite enjoy it if someone would just silence themselves. Preferably the both of you…" Hibiya said, crossing his legs while putting a shoji piece on the left side of a knight chess piece. Now should he fold or raise a 5 of clubs?
"Whatever, Mr. Prissy Pants."
"What he said."
"Humph… Lowly commoners." The golden eyed man grumbled as he slowly got up and got closer to the large glass window; putting an ace faced down near the black checker piece. He just stared out the window, a small smile gracing upon his lips. He wanted to see his reflection, but every time he would try, it always dispersed. But that doesn't matter as much as the reflections of the lovely race named human.
Each life, so alike; so exquisite.
He wanted to go out, leave this stuffy chamber, trapped like a fairytale princess.
The headache slowly had pounded against Izaya's skull.
That's right…
He loved humans…
(A small eight year old boy walked alone to school.
'Why?' He thought. Why wouldn't his mother or father hug him or kiss him goodnight.
Was it because he was number two in his class?
Or was it that he didn't eat all his food during dinner?
Or was it… because he was a mistake?
He made it to school without crying, but was pretty close; as small clear tears clung to his lashes and his eyes stung. His throat tightened up.
'Poor child… ' a small voice spoke to him, it seemed like he had a weird accent.
Was he another voice like the lady, Kanra?
'I'll love, just for you. No, even better! I shall love everyone, good fun, good fun!'
'Why?'
'Some people are like you, child. They need love. We should be the ones to give it.'
'Do you love everyone? You want love, you give love…'
'Uhh… Yes… I'll love everyone in the whole wide world!' he screamed in his mind happily.
'The I shall be taking over now…'
Before Izaya could retort, he was now a prince named Hibiya.)
Hibiya now looked into the mirror, happy to see a reflection.
He- however- was not happy with the clothing that he was wearing.
Hibiya was a prince! He needed a crown! He needed silk, not cheap cotton.
He deeply sighed as he mused, "I guess this will do for now… My humans await me."
He left the apartment, which was finally silent.
In the city of Shinjuku
Simply glancing from left to right, Hibiya felt comfortable here. He bumped into one, who quickly apologized. He simply got up and said with his accent, "You have no reason to fret. Your prince is alright." He bowed, not seeing the strange glance he got before the man walked away muttering, "weirdo…"
He dusted himself off and continued, enjoying the crisp spring air.
He soon found himself in Ikebukuro…
It was almost as crowded as Shinjuku, but it was still much more interesting.
More young people, just walking and talking; not a care in the world.
Interesting.
That's the word Hibiya uses to describe Humans.
Psyche had once told him that he was like that Shinigami from an anime he's watched.
He shook his head, muttering, "Child…" as he sat down on a bench in the park, relaxing his body and crossed his legs. He felt tired.
Man, he needed his horse, Alfred…
In a broken building
A police investigation was going on, caution tape around the beat up building.
There were bones and old bodies littered in almost every room.
A policeman looked on, disgusted, at the body that had a hole in his chest.
They searched each body for an id, a phone… something.
But they found nothing…
It was as if they were just broken dolls.
"Fuck…"
A/N- OMG~! I loved writing this chappie! Hibiya is so arrogant and suave; it's hard to dislike him! Please tell me what you think!
~Mikomi Ai