Chapter Seven
For a while, Shinra and Celty ordered me to stay away from Shizuo for the time being, which I cannot ignore by the way. His mystery of him being the beast and my sister as beauty, I cannot say how sure I am. I grit my teeth to myself as me and Celty browsed through a department store, looking for a new drill. Shinra's paycheck will be enough to cover up our expenses and for our early lunch.
"Noel, what do you think?" Celty typed her message and pulled it up to my face so I can read. In her other hand is a black hand-drill that looked expensive. I gave her a small smile and shook my head. "We need to save some money for Shinra and the rent. Is there another one?" I gestured to the store keeper as he bowed and made haste to find another ware. I felt Celty looking at me, but I shook my head and directed my attention elsewhere.
Someday, I thought to myself as I exited the store with boxes and bundles in hand with the Dullahan, I will find that source. Shizuo Heiwajima.
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"I'll be fine, don't worry." I said to Celty as I bound the boxes to her bike. "I'll just take a cab or something." I assured her, giving off a tired smile. But the headless rider continued to stare at me. At some time later, she took her PDA and began typing quickly: "We're not mad at you if that's what you're thinking." I stifled a snort as I shook my head, urging her to just go. I'm a little tired anyway; carrying heavy things while you're stiff certainly took more exertion than I remembered. I watched her ride her motorcycle away, hearing the distant sound of a horse whining. While she took the direction back to Shinra's apartment, I went the opposite way. I'm still not thinking right, so, a little alley fight will do the trick.
"You crazy son of a bitch!" One of the so called Yellow Scarves sputtered as I bring my foot down on his head to smash it against the cemented ground. My hands were in my pockets as I continued to push him down. "Not quite enough." My head turned to the remaining ones against the wall, my grin becoming sickening. "You boys want to join?" I cooed sarcastically. One of them, who was holding a steel metal pipe, charged forward and let out a strangled yelp as I used my free leg to kick him forcefully at the gut. He let out disgusting gasp and doubled up on his knees. My elbow collided with his backbone with a loud crack. My sadistic smile never wavered as I watched the man scream in agony. That blow would be enough to endure his spinal cord, thus, ending his life as a straight stuck-up man.
"Who the hell is he?!" I heard the others cursed, drawing out more random weapons. I'm not as strong as Heiwajima, so I can't lift up heavy objects, but of course, I have the speed of sound and light within me. I can fight without my hands as long as I have my speed. I took care of the other Yellow Scarves as I stood over them, my green eyes filled zealous intentions. The alley was quiet as I remained there, silently watching the men I took down.
I was once like them before she and I took Kendo lessons. She quit the dojo when we were ten, and yet I continued. I studied furiously by myself and worked diligently as a student council member. I took up opportunities that rarely came my way. Now, I'm a successful researcher and a psychologist, also a master Kendo Martial Artist. If she wouldn't have denied the many wonderful opportunities, she may have been as great as me, and not hurt physically and emotionally.
I took a deep breath and exited the alley in my fashion: acting like nothing ever happened. I went to a local bakery and purchased two loaves of Spanish bread and went straight to West Gate Park. Taking a seat on the steps near the fountain and watching a caricature artist drawing something vaguely familiar of Celty, I ripped the bread apart and popped it in my mouth. The delicious taste brought back memories as my lips turned slightly into a warm smile.
"Oh, what do we have here..?"
I turned my head to the left to see a young man I knew very well. He was dressed all in black as his fur trimmed jacket evenly matched his venomous look. "Izaya. It's been a long time." I said although my smile disappeared. My hatred for this informant is not as equal to that of Heiwajima's, but, I narrowed my emerald eyes into slits, no doubt this man is also one of the reasons for my sister's comatose.
"May I sit down?"
"Do so."
It was always like this, we only exchange as few words as possible, knowing that the blonde bartender may suddenly get the urge to beat the hell out of him. Although I posses average hatred towards him, Izaya is a friend of mine at high school. I was always the one covering his ass whenever he and Heiwajima get into trouble like toppling cafeteria tables or using the teacher's podium as a shot lock. And no matter how many times he used his knife either on me or on the blonde, I can never truly hate him. Maybe it's because he's a dear friend of my sister, or it is because I don't want to get in the middle of those two's affair.
I cleared my throat as I handed him my bread. "Want one?" I didn't bother to look at him as he shrugged. "Why would I not." He gingerly took it from my hands as I sat back and watched the sun set evenly in the orange sky. "I heard Shizu-chan beat you up bad." I never failed to notice the hidden pleasure in his voice. But I remained stock still and blinked.
"…"
"Not bothering to answer?" I damn well do not.
"Not trying to."
"What is it about him that makes you feel happy?" Shut up, Izaya.
"He loves her…" I can't believe I said that. Although, I can't go back now.
The raven haired informant turned to grin evilly to me. "Hmph, me too you know..."
It was night time and yet I can't move anymore. My eye sight blurred and everything blacked out.
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