Man. Where do I start? I was walking in circles around my apartment. I read through the papers Shirohime had given me, and they were just descriptions and some information on the people I would be working with. I plopped down on my couch.

It was weird. I expected Izaya to be more talkative and cheeky, but he only spoke once. It really was weird. Well, it was for someone who watched the anime…

Maybe you should go and take a walk. Nekohime said. I sighed. Fine. I didn't speak aloud, just in case someone could see what was happening. I didn't want them to think I was talking to myself. But hey. I guess I'm a little paranoid. Who would be there to see?

I opened the door, and jumped. Celty was standing there, her hand raised about to knock. "Jesus." I said, my hand flying to my chest. "You scared me." She held up her phone. "Sorry." the screen said. I gave a small laugh. "Don't worry about it." I murmured. "So, where are you going?" she asked, using her phone again.

Man, can't she just use mind talk or something like that? I saw it in the anime a couple of times.

It was more of a question, and a question directed to Nekohime. But then a different voice entered. I'm sorry. Would you prefer it if I did this instead? I jumped again. "Was that you?" I asked. She nodded. I sighed. "Yeah, it would make it a bit easier. If you don't mind." I mumbled. She nodded again.

"Anyways, I was just going out for a walk." I replied to her earlier question. Mind if I come? "No. Come on." I pulled a sweatshirt from a peg right inside the door, and we headed toward the elevator. The silence that passed between us wasn't as awkward as it was when it was with everyone else. Thank god.

When we stepped outside, the loud streets greeted me. "So, did you just want to walk, or did you need to talk?" I asked casually, making my way toward a fountain. There were steps around it for people to sit on. Both, actually. She mumbled in my head. I nodded, and sat down on one of the steps closer to the fountain. Then I gestured for her to sit down.

So, do you have a plan? She sounded hopeful. "No. I wish. I don't even know where to start right now." I sighed, feeling guilty. I was supposed to help her, dammit. Well, we should start by…um, I don't know. Finding out who my head? Or, like, the description of the guy, so that we know who to look out for. Why the hell did I not think of that? "Huh. That's a good idea. My brain must be running slow today." I started down at my boots, thinking.

Come on. I know who to go to. You met him at Shirohime's. Celty pulled me up and over to her bike. Then she formed her black helmet over my head. "Thanks." I mumbled. Then we hopped onto the bike. I was pretty sure I knew where we were going.

Her bike was fast, and in no time, we were at the apartment of Izaya. Great. We hopped off, and she took the helmet off. I finally felt the air on my face again. The helmet actually made things a little hot.

Strolling over to the door, I looked around for the blonde that I figured would be around here, ready to murder. I laughed a little to my self. Celty looked at me questioningly but I just ignored her. We knocked on the door. A few moments later, it opened.

"Celty? Random Girl?" The black haired creep said. He smirked when he said 'random girl'. "My name is Migotohime, not Random Girl. Get it right or don't say it at all." I snapped. He laughed, even though nothing was funny. "Come in." he opened the door wider, and I followed Celty as she casually walked in. I felt like a mini me, doing whatever she did, as she sat down on a couch. Izaya shut the door behind us.

"So what can I do for you?" he asked, pouring some tea. I went straight to the point. "What did the guy who stole the head look like?" I asked. He sniffed. "I already said. He had a black hoodie on. I didn't see his face." His voice was dry. "Then describe his clothes, and if he spoke, the voice. Every little detail helps." I muttered. "Didn't your files tell you this?" he asked impatiently. "No. That's why I'm asking you." I retorted.

He sighed, and sat down on the couch across from us. "Your persistent." He muttered. "Problem?" I shot back. He sighed again.

"Black hoodie. Blue jeans. Dirty black sneakers. Adidas I think. Male. Skinny. Tall. Low gravelly voice. Hands were pale. Good enough?" he sipped his tea, and I could see that he probably wanted to pour the stuff on my head. "Perfect." I ignored the tea. Celty typed into her phone. "That helps. A lot. Thanks." the screen said.

I got up. "I'm searching." I said. Celty grabbed my wrist. Her phone screen had a new message. "Now?" it read. "Yeah. Why not?" I asked. "Because there are creeps everywhere." Izaya said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Well, I guess it was.

"Why do you even care?" I crossed my arms in defiance. "I don't, but we need you for the investigation." he said coolly. I sighed. "Oh dear lord…fine. I'm going home. Thanks for the information." I pulled out a wallet, from my back pocket. I figured that I should give some money up if I didn't want some people beating me up. So I dropped what seemed like a good amount, and then headed for the door.

Celty got up from behind me. Wait. Do you want a ride home? Like said earlier, there are creeps. She said in my head. I'll be fine. Don't worry. I said back. Then I pulled the door open, and left.

Geez. What a day.