Kanra's father sighed, and a creak told Kanra that he leaned back in his chair. Kanra heard one other man breathing, but no one else was in the room. She could tell a window was open by the loudness of the bird calls and the light breeze that shifted Kanra's hair a little.
"Where is your sister?" the man to her left asked kindly. "We've been looking everywhere for her."
"I don't have a sister," Kanra answered politely.
"Shizuka," her father sighed. "Where is she?"
Kanra shrugged, finding it slightly hard by the way her hands were tied behind her. "I don't know. I was looking for her when your idiot grabbed me."
Her father sighed again. "Why do you two have to be so difficult?" he asked. "I've done everything to try and make you two perfectly normal humans, and yet…"
As he trailed off Kanra finished, "And yet we turned into clones of our fathers, ne~?" She heard both men take in a sharp breath. She chuckled and continued, "It's not very hard to figure out, is it? I mean, they even look like us. Guess the nature vs. nurture people will love this!"
"Except Simone doesn't act any different," her father said coldly, as if shedding the persona of her father once and for all.
"Sorry we ruined your little experiment," Kanra giggled.
The man next to her smacked her hard across the face. She fell over, bashing her head pretty hard against the floor.
"Where is Shizuka, Kanra?" her father asked in his cold voice.
"What can I call you now?" she asked, sitting back up in defiance to her assailant. "I can't really call you 'father' since you aren't really. Want to tell me your name? It strikes me as impolite that I am turning eighteen and still don't know your real name."
Another slap, this time with the back of the man's hand, struck her and sent her sprawling. She spat out some blood at where she hoped her father was sitting. She got back up, only to be slapped down again.
"Maybe I should give you time to reconsider telling us," the man that had been her father said in an even colder voice than before. "Tie her to the chair."
"So the bastard's in there?" Shizuka asked, staring up at the huge skyscraper and tapping her foot.
Celty nodded as Izaya chimed, "Yep!"
"Shut it flea!" Shizuo barked.
"Ne~, that's not nice Shizu-chan!" the flea whined.
"Both of you stuff it before I punch your teeth out," Shizuka growled. She wasn't in the mood to pretend to be nice. She just wanted to get the ant and never let her go.
All three of them stared at her. Celty recovered first and typed, "I would have charged in, but Izaya said it would be best not to."
Izaya nodded. "Leave grunt work to the grunts," he said, motioning his head at the two blondes.
"What was that flea?!" Shizuo growled, picking up the brunette by his collar.
Shizuka thought about it. "I think it'd be best if I go alone," she said calmly. "They're probably after me too, since Kanra hasn't really pissed off that many people."
"Unless the guy mistook her for the louse," Shizuo spat, setting said man down.
"So I'll leave you guys here," Shizuka said, glancing at them all. "See you soon then!"
Shizuka jumped and grabbed the edge of the brick wall, pulling herself up only to jump down to the other side. No one challenged her, so she kept moving. At the base of the building came the real fight. Ten men with guns and crowd-control bats all charged at her as if she had set off some kind of alarm. She quickly dispatched with all of them, panting as the last man fell to the ground unconscious.
She moved inside through a garage that had been opened. Inside were five more guys. Two shot her with taser guns while their three companions moved closer with their guns pointed. She had paused when the tasers hit her, but quickly got rid of the other three. When the two were reloading she bashed them both over the head, knocking them out fairly simply.
She was breathing hard now. She knew she was strong, so this should have been easy for her. For some reason however, it was tiring her out a lot quicker than it normally would have.
Three more guys came out of an elevator, pointing their guns at her. She was too tired to move quickly, just taking one step forward in challenge.
"Geez," Izaya muttered, his face suddenly close to her ear. "Figured you'd have more in you than that."
A black scythe appeared from nowhere, seeming to cut the men in half before disappearing. The men fell to the floor, unconscious like the others, without so much as a scratch on each of them. Shizuka turned and saw that the black rider had summoned the scythe, standing off of her bike in a stance similar to one the grim reaper would have when collecting souls with his similar scythe.
"Give her a break," Shizuo growled. "She probably hasn't slept properly for a couple days, and I don't think she's eaten either."
"Shut up," Shizuka growled half-heartedly, "I don't need your help." One cue her stomach growled, making them all look at her with knowing looks. "Shut up," she murmured again, holding her stomach.
"So which floor is she on?" Shizuo asked, glancing at a map on the wall that explained what business owned each floor.
Shizuka shrugged. "I don't know who took her, and I don't think any of these guards will be willing to help."
Izaya grinned evilly. "Give me a minute," he said, grabbing a man who seemed to be waking up. He pulled the man into a side room and shut the door. After a minute the man screamed, but was silent. A few minutes passed, and a muffled pleading was heard.
The three of them glanced at each other, all curious to what Izaya was doing but also knowing it was better to not know.
Izaya came out of the room without the man, grinning widely. "She's being held on the eighteenth floor," he said easily. "There are much fewer guards stationed after here. They believed that no one would get past here."
Shizuka nodded. "Then I'll use the elevator and go and get her."
"Hold on," Shizuo said, stopping her with an outstretched arm. "I'm going with you. Anyone else with a gun will put you out."
"I'm fine!" Shizuka asserted, smacking his arm away.
"Then what's this?" Celty typed, pointing with the hand that wasn't holding the phone to a spot on Shizuka's side. The cloth there was steadily getting redder and redder as she bled out of where a bullet had grazed her.
"Fine," Shizuka growled. "But I'm going to give the bastards a piece of my mind!"
"That shouldn't be much," Izaya chuckled quietly.
Ignoring him, the two blondes got into the elevator.