RARARA! VOLUME 1 CHAPTER 10-EPILOGUE AND NEXT PROLOGUE
(Hello my fellow readers! Welcome to the end! Hope you enjoyed! Please tell me who your favorite was? I'd love a review. Thank you~! As you know, Itachi means weasel. Well Roba means donkey. The quote is from a story called Donkey Greedy, Donkey Gets Punched by Steve Almond. Congratulations! You reached the end! I do have pictures and I'll post em on my Tumblr later ;C THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU~!)
Somewhere in Tokyo.
A beautiful woman was reflecting back to the conversation her two companions had earlier that day.
An excited shiver coursed through her body just thinking about it.
Ikebukuro was certainly an interesting place.
"Moon is weak. Threat is negative. But..."
But...
When asking Tom who this Loveless was, both he and Shizuo didn't want to frighten her. She insisted though, and what she got was very interesting.
Very interesting indeed.
No one knows the identity of Loveless. Loveless seemed to have a variety of attacks to its victims that almost always included torture that could be seen in any horror movie.
Loveless was neat, that's what caught her attention. Loveless seemed to be quick too and left no evidence except the body behind.
As if he was taunting everyone.
Their hearts were missing, the victims. This was also interesting. Surely, with the amount of victims he had, people would find the guilty easily?
This Loveless wasn't an ordinary serial killer. Although it seemed like he was trying to look like one, there was something in his attacks that set him apart.
Perhaps it was the neatness.
Perhaps it was the preciseness.
Whatever it was, Vorona knew she found a new target.
She wanted to watch his body ripped apart the way his victims' bodies were.
Loveless will be killed.
On a bridge in Tokyo.
The dangers of Moon were far over.
He was just old news.
Especially when people found out he was marked "unloved" from Loveless.
So Loveless was back.
If Moon was recognized as anything, it would be being the first official victim of Loveless. Though others argued that many of Moon's victims were actually Loveless'.
Away from the excitement and worries of all the new news, two young men observed their precious Ikebukuro below them. A soft breeze passed through.
Side by side, they looked strange. One was smaller but looked older while the other was taller but looked younger.
Silence was between them although both shared the same affectionate smile to the life down below. The taller one finally spoke
"Poor Izaya-san got kidnapped! Can you believe it~? How crazy can Ikebukuro get?"
It wasn't worry in the tall man's tone. It was excitement. His smile never had grown so big before.
"I told the idiot to hire bodyguards. Oh well, that doesn't matter. He's safe now. Once again untouchable huuhuuhuu~!"
The short man responded with an equally excited grin. He was leaning against the rails of the bridge and even extended his arms out as if reaching to touch the city lights. His eyes never left the life down below. He was fascinated. He wanted to know more about them. He felt his body edge closer to the people walking. He wanted to see them inside. Their true beauty. He wanted to know each of them intimately. He felt his body shiver in anticipation. His companion seemed unaware of this and brought him back to the same topic.
"Oh, but still Hitoshi-san... I heard even his sisters were going to get kidnapped."
"Izaya-san has sisters...?"
The one named Hitoshi waved the subject away but chuckled privately.
"Ah, poor Izaya-san. I was wrong, he shouldn't be called Itachi-san. More like Roba-san huuhuuhuu~!"
Hitoshi looked down thoughtfully at the crowd living their life. Even from where they stood, every individual was different. By their expressions, by their appearance, by the way they walked...
He loved every single one of them.
His thoughts now wandered to Izaya.
"'The man who can never lose, always does.'"
Hitoshi recited quietly with the information broker at mind. The taller but younger man nodded happily as he recognized the quote.
He talked about hearing of these things, but really, this information was something top secret. Then again, the young man had his sources. He was friends with everybody, of course. He was wearing bear-eared headphones. He always wore those headphones. Despite this fact, they were never plugged into anything.
He started singing softly into the night air.
His shorter friend Hitoshi listened quietly for a moment before he reached inside his pocket and slipped out a small surgical knife. He started spinning it around to the rhythm of the song as his sleek black boot tapped against the pavement impatiently. His grin curled dangerously upwards.
"Perhaps Ikebukuro changed more than I expected. Things are getting interesting once again~ Akihiko, it's time we intervened, don't you think?"