RARARA! VOLUME 1 CHAPTER 2- THE STRANGE DUO PT.1
(I hope you enjoyed. Anyways, I have two other Ocs but they don't make an appearance in this selection. Sorry. I cant help myself ~ I'll try to restrain myself in the future)
Ikebukuro Park. Evening. July 29.
Two men and a young woman were walking side by side in the streets of Ikebukuro. It was a relatively peaceful moment, if not for all the people that passed by trying to avoid their path.
That was because one of the three people wore a bartender outfit. He had bleached blonde hair and designer shades. If anyone with any common sense lived in Ikebukuro, they'd know well to avoid him.
His name was Heiwajima Shizuo. Despite his claims of hating violence, at the slightest hint of irritation, he would tear a sign post off the floor and beat the source of irritation with it. Unluckily, he got easily irritated.
The other man who dared accompany him was named Tanaka Tom. He was dressed in casual attire but something about him seemed business-like. He contrasted the man in the bartender outfit with his slightly cautious manner.
The young woman who didn't seem to mind or care about the people dodging their path was from Russia. Her name was Vorona. She had a curvy body and a beautiful face but seemed unapproachable due to the fact that her face was void of all expressions.
The trio continued walking in a sort of awkward silence but none of them seemed affected by this.
One small thing corrupted this somewhat peaceful scenario. A small stone, to be exact. A stone that was thrown at the back of Shizuo's head.
People within a 304cm radius scattered in fright once they realized the situation. Shizuo twitched. Tom, right next to him, suddenly became aware of what happened and took cover behind a bench, dragging Vorona with him, looking for the attacker. All the while he wondered who would possibly do that willingly?
Shizuo also was looking for the attacker, but had already teared the park bench off the ground and swung it as he spun around. Vorona just observed silently although she felt something like adrenaline surge through her body. She fought her thirst for blood and tried not moving a muscle.
Before the bench could hit the unknown attacker though, Shizuo abruptly stopped as the bench was a mere centimeters away from the young man's face. Shizuo's irritation was wiped from his face and what had replaced that emotion was pure shock.
"...?"
There, standing before him, was a petite and short young man with light brown hair and bright green eyes. Even as Shizuo had almost hit him, the young man hadn't even flinched. Instead, he flashed a huge grin from ear to ear, eagerly awaiting his punishment. He slowly noticed that it wasn't coming and pouted in disappointment.
Two people in this situation were shocked.
One was Tom, who only naturally felt this way considering how fast Shizuo stopped his raging temper for a young man Tom has never before met in his life.
The other was Shizuo.
"H-Hitoshi...kun...?"
The young man named Hitoshi quickly wiped off his disappointment and an overly sweet smile crept on his lips as he nodded.
"Shizuo-sama~! You don't know how much I missed you!"
Hundreds of questions poured out at this moment.
While Tom was crouched awkwardly behind a bench that was no longer there, he was thinking "who is this man?" "How does Shizuo know him?" and "why isn't he flying in the air by now?"
Vorona, crouched near Tom only because she was forced, had been thinking "enemy of Shizuo?" "How come I hadn't noticed him sneak up so close?" and "is he worthy of my time?"
Meanwhile, Shizuo had been thinking "where had Hitoshi been?" "What was he doing here?" and a million other things but the only question he voiced out loud was
"Why did you throw that at me...?"
Hitoshi blinked for a while, as if the question was irrelevant to the whole situation but answered anyways.
"Ah, I was hoping to catch Shizuo-sama off guard this time so hopefully he would finally hit me just once!"
Tom was even more confused. Vorona kept silent but also felt a bit confused inside.
At that moment, a taller and handsome young man caught up to the scene. He seemed childish because of his soft blue eyes and oversized green headphones.
"Hitoshi-san! Are you ok?"
Although there was obvious panic in the young man's voice, his lips had been curled in a smile. This smile was like a flexible parent saying "haha, that kid. Always doing these stupid things". He was taller than Hitoshi but seemed to be younger than him.
"Am I ok? Baka! Of course I'm fine Akihiko-kun! I'm with Shizuo-sama! Nothing bad can happen to me when I'm with him!"
Tom could think of numerous bad things that could happen but held his tongue.
Akihiko, the second youngest of the crowd, bowed politely at Vorona, Tom and Shizuo, now that he was comforted by his friend's words, a cheerful smile replaced the concerned one.
"Nice to meet you. Ah, hello Shizuo-san."
"Akihiko-kun! Can you not understand the true beauty of Shizuo-sama yet you insist on staying with -san?"
Shizuo patted Hitoshi's back wearily as he calmed down from the shock, though he didn't comprehend the situation before him any more than Tom did.
"It's ok, Hitoshi-kun. Having at least you address me that way is already enough to make me happy."
Hitoshi looked up at Shizuo for a while with a smile rarely given to other people as if Shizuo had rewarded him with his words before turning to Akihiko and hitting his younger friend.
"Still..."
He growled softly at Akihiko.
"Sooooorrrryyyyy~! Look! I shall address him as such! Hello Shizuo-sama! How very nice to see you after all these years! How are you Shizuo-sama? Good I suppose~? Are you happy? If you're not, you just tell me Shizuo-sama and I'll gladly help! In this circumstance, I am sure Hitoshi-san will help as well although he normally doesn't, more like never, because he doesn't really care for others happiness. Not calling him selfish mind y-"
Once again, the shorter man whacked Akihiko's back. A sickening crack was heard this time. Despite this, Akihiko continued to smile.
"Oh, would you look at that? I may have fractured my spine! I think I need to go to the hospital. Hitoshi-san, will you please take me?"
Tom found the two men amusing. He was at a loss of words and felt even if he could find the right thing to say, he would be intruding in anyways. Shizuo himself hadn't said anything as well, probably feeling the same as Tom.
"Ugh... I didn't even hit you that hard you selfish bastard. Fine."
Hitoshi turned to Shizuo with regret but a gentle smile few people got to see showed on his face.
"Bye Shizuo-sama~! I'm happy you at least know I'm here now! Hopefully you will kill me some time in the future "
Taking his younger friend's hand and audibly scolding him for complaining, the two young men disappeared into the crowd.
The streets were once again relatively quiet.
Vorona finally chose to speak, breaking the silence.
"Importance of two men...? Friends?"
Vorona chose a strange way to express her curiosity. Tom wouldn't intrude in Shizuo's business so as to not anger him, but the topic seemed relatively safe and he was curious as well.
"Friends...? Hmmm... I feel bad..."
"Hmm..? Why's that...?"
"I almost forgot about them."
Shizuo now had a nostalgic smile on his face as he pointed to the bench which now lay on the floor.
"You saw how Hitoshi-kun reacted to when I almost smacked him?"
"Affirm."
"...yeah?"
"Well, he was always like that. Ever since I met him."
Tom's curiosity was expanded. All three continued walking. The crowd returned in a safe distance away.
"Where'd you meet him..?"
"Raijin High School. Senior year. I almost hit him with a goal post after a fight with these other scumbags. He didn't move out of the way. He just waited patiently for me to hit him."
"Curious."
"Have you ever..?"
"Huh? Nah. He never really attacked me. I mean, when he did, I just shrugged it off as harmless and playful. Anyways, yeah. That was my best year in high school... Hitoshi-kun would invite me over and cook meals for me, Akihiko-kun and Kasuka after school."
"So that's how you know the other fellow...?"
"Yeah... they live together."
"Brothers..?"
"Eh...? Nah... Just roommates. For who knows how long."
Tom tilted his head. Vorona took silent note of this fact.
"Yeah... Akihiko-kun was in middle school with Kasuka. The only way I met him was because he lived with Hitoshi-kun."
Now Shizuo's brows furrowed.
"Those two were... Different..."
Shizuo found them strange? The more Tom got to know over them, the more he grew curious.
"How so..?"
Shizuo scratched at his head, a bit frustrated at how to place them in words.
"Umm.. Well... I always thought Hitoshi-kun's kindness was normal, but later I found out he only acts that way towards me...I think...He's actually a little cold towards people. He keeps his distance. But around me, he's an open book. I'm not sure what to make of it so I don't really include him as a friend. And Akihiko-kun, the only one close to Hitoshi-kun... I kinda don't like him... But there's nothing to not like about him. "
Shizuo paused for a moment as if listening to his own summary then nodded in approval.
"Yeah, that sounds about right. Akihiko-kun is infinitely kind to everyone. He was always known as 'the kid who would die to make a stranger happy' in short terms. I don't know about his past, but he always did anything to make everyone happy. No matter how contradicting his actions were or who he was working for. One day he could be working for the police and the next, some shady figure. He's used, but he knows he's being used. He lets himself be used. He kinda pisses me off when I think about it... But he's better than the flea... But still... Anyways, he puts Hitoshi-kun's demands higher than anyone else because of his 'priority list'. In turn, Hitoshi-kun forced him to put me second."
Vorona had already dismissed this subject hurriedly. No interest in them. They appeared not to be a threat.
Tom considered all this but some questions still remained. He'd like to get to know them personally later. Considering what Shizuo said, if they know he is Shizuo's close friend, they'd welcome him with open arms. He cleared his throat.
"So... How could you almost forget those two?"
And why haven't I seen them sooner?
Shizuo looked after where the two young men had been standing and sighed.
"Eh...It's been a long time since I've seen them. You see... one day, they just... disappeared."
Somewhere in Tokyo. Same day.
"Here I was thinking Ikebukuro had changed."
Curious.
Really curious.
A young man named Akihiko sat on a sofa, quietly watching the news. Although the topics the reporter on TV was discussing were morose and would give a heavy heart to many people, Akihiko smiled like a child with a present.
The person who had spoken to him growled softly.
"Don't ignore me, Akihiko-kun."
If it was anybody else, they would've assumed that Akihiko simply hadn't listened because he was listening to music, considering he had oversized bear eared headphones on. Hitoshi-his roommate- knew well that the headphones were never plugged into anything.
Akihiko pulled away from his millions of thoughts swirling his head. His smile became lazy.
"Hmmm~?"
"You heard me. The players remain the same."
Akihiko pondered over it a bit before responding to his roommate's statement.
"... Perhaps we haven't met all the players yet. We did waste time when a certain someone hit another certain someone in the spine didn't we~?"
This remark which would normally be deemed as sarcastic was, in this case, stated in deepest earnest. Akihiko wasn't even complaining. It was more of an observation then anything.
Hitoshi rolled his eye anyways.
"Shut up. You're an embarrassing mess, you know that?"
Akihiko just laughed as if Hitoshi shared the funniest joke with him. His eyes fell on an object before him as his laughter died out.
A warm aroma of beef had reached Akihiko. How delicious. Hitoshi's cooking was far superior to any other. Akihiko had teased him about cooking better than any woman he knew and got stabbed with the kitchen knife in response. Hitoshi couldn't take a joke.
"Hey... Hitoshi-san...?"
"What is it?"
Hitoshi replied in a flat tone. Akihiko smiled tenderly and gripped the object beforehand, presenting it to his roommate.
"You left your jar here."
"..."
Akihiko laughed as if to say "gotcha~"
"Is this from Romania?"
"... No... From here..."
Before Akihiko could tease Hitoshi about the contents of the jar, he heard the anchorwoman start talking about a murder incident. Hitoshi, with a grunt, went back to cooking Sukiyaki.
"Once again, a new victim was found late at night. Police investigators are unsure of whether this death is related to the couple found a few days ago. They are trying to find a link to these deaths including a certain severely gruesome death in which the victim was found without a heart. There is little information on this new serial killer, deemed 'Moon', but viewers are warned of any suspicious figure in a hoodie late out at night."
Hitoshi snorted, half paying attention to what had been said.
"Pfft... That could be anybody..."
The anchorwoman continued her report.
"Moon seems to use his knives on victims, though size ranges from each victim. Here are some images of the crime scenes. Those with weak hearts should look away. Now, a certain attack reminds us of an old nightmare revived..."
Akihiko's smile widened when the images popped on the screen. He chuckled as he relaxed on the sofa. The woman's voice became a soft hum to him, no long caring what else she had to say. His eyes scanned the images closely with great care.
"My my~ how dangerous it is to be out in the streets now. You never know what you might run into~"
How wonderful. How precious. How perfect. How magnificent.
How...
Priceless...
A young teenage boy felt his body shiver with pleasure. His mind went practically blank. That was him, the person that woman was talking about in the news.
"Police investigators are unsure..."
Good. That means he had them stumped for this moment. No suspicions. Why would a 18-year old boy be killing people anyways?
He even had a name now.
Moon.
How delicious. How splendid. How pleasurable. How breath-taking.
HOW PRICELESS~!
The teenage boy eagerly spun towards his computer in the cramped cluttered room. He ate the words of his fellow Dollars members speak of him. Words. Words flashed and sparkled before his eyes.
"Scary"
"Horrifying"
"Sick"
"Twisted"
"Mysterious"
It was like a movie review of an actor's performance.
Let's just say he did a horror film then.
Wonderful reviews. His performance was stunning.
Not one critic.
And he'll grow. Three people weren't enough for him. He wanted other reviews. Like...
"Compelling"
"Notorious"
"Infamous"
"Haunting"
"Unforgettable"
But this, this, was a good start.
His eyes fell on one more comment. A username called Nakura.
Date:2010/29/04
From:Nakura
Sub:Wannabe
Eh~. Not too scary. Kinda seems like a wannabe, doncha think~? I'm much more terrified of that Loveless than I am of any Moon fellow lol~!
...
Another reply soon followed the comment.
Date:2010/29/04
From:ONI
Sub:Wannabe
Oh man, that's nothing to joke about, Nakura-san! You really should watch out with what you say. But... I gues Loveless was more scarier than this guy.
...
...
People... Couldn't deny him the right of becoming a serial killer. No one could. It was his chance to shine.
They wanted scary?
He'd give them scary!
He'll make all the people of Ikebukuro shake in fear even after he's thrown in jail. Just the thought of him will make em piss their pants.
Yes.
Yes.
He replied as well, trying to ignite something.
Date: 010/29/04
From:Yakan
Sub:Wannabe
I'd be careful with what you guys say. Even the cops don't know much about this guy. For all you know, he could be a Dollars member and reading this right now.
How satisfying. That'll make them more cautious in what they write. The male deemed Nakura had already replied.
Date:2010/29/04
From:Nakura
Sub:Wannabe
Nah~! I don't really care (-w-) It's probably a nobody trying to be recognized. Now if Loveless was a member, then I would be terrified~ But this guy is nothing. Trust me. He'll soon fade into nothingness once the cops catch him! Popo power~!
...
How infuriating!
Wouldn't it be lovely to strangle this kid?
Nothing?
A nobody trying to be recognized?
Yes, this is the moment when he truly felt like killing someone. How about killing people until this "Nakura" character is satisfied?
Yes.
Wipe that stupid ignorance off the brat's head.
It called out to him. Beckoned him in every corner of the room. Pushed him to go out the door.
Fame. Fame. Fame. Kill. Kill. Kill.
Let's hope.
Let's pray I get to meet this "Nakura".
And stab his guts out.
On the other end, the one deemed "Nakura" was a slender raven black-haired male. He was an information broker, which actually helped with this somewhat sick hobby he had.
His lips curled into an unpleasant smile.
"Are you still playing the role of a girl online? How disturbing."
A cold voice with little interest was heard behind him. This voice belonged to a woman. The information broker spun his chair around to face her, a taunting laugh leaving his lips.
"Now, now Namie-chan~! That hurts! Especially coming from a woman who so wrongly is filled with erotic love for her younger brother~ But if you'd like to know, I'm a male this time."
The woman, revealed to be named Namie, grunted before turning back to her reading. The young information broker seemed unpleased with this lack of response as he leaned forward to his more than unwilling companion.
"You wanna know a secret~?"
"You're going to tell me anyways..."
"... You're no fun, Namie-chan."
The information broker sighed dramatically as he leaned back against his chair. Namie sighed too, but more with irritation than anything.
"Out with it already, Izaya."
The information broker, Izaya, broke into a deadly smile once again at these words.
"Moon is going to attack tonight."
Namie furrowed her eyebrows. Izaya took that as a sign of her not understanding.
"He's this new serial killer."
"Ah. Interesting. I don't really care."
Silence grew between them. Izaya continued to look at Namie accusingly, as if dreading her for the lack of response. She didn't seem bothered by it but spoke up again.
"How do you know he's attacking...?"
Izaya giggled as a schoolboy would when school was over. He leaned forward once again.
"I just talked to him."
Really, he was easy to find.
A vain man. Always searching anything about himself up. Sure, if he was a detective then maybe Izaya could've shrugged it off as some investigation but this was a teenage boy. He could've been a fanatic but his statements were too bold and broad as if bragging to the world of his accomplishments.
To be honest, he was sort of boring.
And completely predictable.
Did Izaya get at least a little pleasure from toying around with him...?
Maybe a bit.
But what could he say?
He loved all of humanity.
"Hahaha~ Moon... I wonder... How long will it be until you die~?"
(Edited my Dollars Board cuz of RukawaGF. Gosh, amazing ~ lolz)