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Melissa's face contorted as she slowly came back to consciousness, groaning and rolling on her side, breathing deeply. Her head hurt, he back hurt, her ribs hurt, everything hurt. Damn why did everything…
Her eyes flew open and she sat up quickly, but moaned in pain and clutched her aching head. Izaya won, and now the informant had her locked away somewhere. She frowned, why did he want her so badly in the first place? Because she could easily comprehend things he did, because she proved to be a rival? Looking around slowly Melissa noticed she was lying on a large, rather soft bed, in a regular looking bedroom painted navy blue. The door was obviously locked, and the window only big enough for a child to climb through.
She sighed, frowning and rubbing her temples. At least it wasn't a prison cell or something. Melissa moved, looking out the window… she was at Izaya's apartment? Well then. She blinked when the door unlocked and looked over at Izaya who came in with a bag, smirking.
"Ah you're awake." He sang. Melissa quirked her brow.
"I feel like this is some cheesy princess locked in a tower thing." She said as Izaya dropped a bag of clothes on the bed.
"Ohhh is that so?" He asked, looking at the girl calmly.
"Why did you even want me here in the first place?" She asked.
"You're interfering with my plans. I want to turn Ikebukuro into a war zone." He said, smirking and holding up a container with something inside… Celty's head floated inside. "So I can wake Celty's head up." He said. "But you are interfering with those plans so, I had to take you out of the picture." He said, grinning. Melissa looked the head over.
"I see, and you think a gang war will wake a Dullahan's head?" She asked, looking the informant over.
"Yes I do." He said, humming as he handed her some food as well, since she would be hungry after their fight. Melissa happily took the food and started nomming humming. "Well I'm off, important things to do~" Izaya sang, skipping from the room and locking the door. Melissa sighed in thought, eating as she looked around for any form of possible escape. Setting her empty sushi tray aside she stood up and looked over the window.
She opened it easily and poked her head out, but her shoulders wouldn't be able to get through. She looked around, making a face. She walked to the bathroom, no luck there either. The door was clearly locked and the air vents weren't even a foot tall. She plopped on the bed with a huff.
"Damn that basturd is smart." She said, thoroughly annoyed at her predicament. Melissa had a plan, an idea. She looked at the clothes he brought her and mentally laughed. This was almost too perfect. Melissa moved, laying down for a nap, yawning.
Izaya sat at his computer, grinning to himself as he talked to the people on the Dollar's chat room. This was almost too perfect, his biggest threat sat locked away in his room. He laughed to himself, looking out of the city as the sun began to slowly set. The man enjoyed watching the sun set, it meant the night would be alive with all his soldiers~ All the gang members would be at their highest point in the night.
"This is going to be so fun! So fun fun fun fun fun fun fun!" He exclaimed, spinning around in his spinny chair. Suddenly he stopped, his eyes getting wide slowly as he stared out the large window at the setting sun, hidden by a large building. Izaya shot up from his chair and moved down the hallway quickly. Unlocking the door to the room Melissa was in, he threw the door open only for his eyes to get wide. The tiny window was wide open, and Melissa was gone. Her bloody clothing from earlier lay on the ground, and the clothing he brought her gone. Sitting, ever so neatly on the pillow though, was the necklace she always wore.
The velvet straps lay on the pillow loosely, the white metal surrounding the glass eyes propped upright by something on the brown pillow case. But what really got him were the glass eyes. They were no longer blood red, but clear; see through in fact… almost like they were tubes. Izaya walked over slowly, picking up the necklace and seeing what held it upright, two narrow tubes with pointed, needle like ends with slight traces of blood on them.
Izaya frowned, looking around. But the only indications of ways she could have gotten out was through the tiny window. He huffed, frowning as he set the necklace down and took a picture of it, sending it to none other than his mother. Why?
Because she was the queen of all things weird and wacky. Izaya sighed, setting the necklace on his desk. Now he needed to find the girl and get her back. He sighed, grabbing his coat and walking out of his apartment in a huff to search for the girl. Damnit she was more difficult than he thought.
After what seemed like hours of wondering around he found the girl, in one spot he didn't thing he would find her. The roof where he got Rio to jump, and almost kill herself had Celty not saved her, Melissa stood calmly, leaning against the railing calmly.
"Took you long enough to find me." She said calmly, not turning to look at him. Her hair was the same, her eye make up the same, but she wore a strapless red and black dress that went all the way down to her feet. She wore red high heeled shoes that had a black lace flower pattern over it and a fabric rose on the end of the open toe. She wore black fingerless gloves with red ribbon lacing it up. She had red rose earrings in, with black tips, a ring with a red rose in the middle of a black background and a necklace with the same pattern as the ring. Her nails were painted with red and black nail polish.
"I didn't think you'd be here." Izaya replied, his whole body stiff in caution. There was something off about her… something really really different that Izaya did not like one bit. Melissa smiled, her lips blood red as she turned to face the man. Her blue eyes peering out at him from behind a masquerade mask, it was black and solid starting at her eyebrows and going to her nose. There were red lines on the left side and a large rose on the right.
"Ah yes, but I've been known for showing up in unexpected places." She said smoothly, any gravely or hoarse sound that was previously in her voice was gone now.
"Come back." Izaya said. Melissa merely smiled.
"No." she said. Izaya walked over to her and she calmly moved, hopping over the railing towards the edge. Izaya jumped after her calmly.
"How did you escape?" He asked, looking at the girl standing on the edge with her back turned towards the drop. He stood before her, frowning. Melissa leaned forward, smirking wickedly and moving to his ear.
"Wouldn't you like to know? Half breed." She purred. Izaya blinked, his eyes getting wide in shock as Melissa pulled back. He blinked seeing her eyes. They were red, with slitted cat like pupils. But suddenly they were blue. Izaya was blinking, trying to make sure he saw that right. Melissa grinned at him. And suddenly Izaya got an idea. Smirking, he poked her nose... and pushed her over the edge. Now he'd be certain, in order to survive she'd have to show all of her true colors, and confirm his suspicions.
Melissa merely grinned, her hair flying past her face as she watched the form of Izaya grow smaller and smaller. Suddenly black shadows shot out and caught the girl, who bounced lightly before she was slowly lowered to the ground. Izaya sneered, cursing as Celty saved the girl. Melissa turned to Celty, smiling and hugging her.
"Oh thank you! I was so scared, he pushed me over!" She said. Izaya felt chills run up his spine; if Celty had eyes on her right now she'd be glaring at the man on the roof. Celty swooped Melissa onto her bike and made her a helmet. Melissa looked back at Izaya and smirked wickedly, before putting the helmet on and letting Celty take her away.
Izaya stood on the rooftop, annoyed. How had she known? How did she know, no one else knew it. Not even Celty. No one knew that Izaya was half human, and half demon.
Yes, Izaya Orihara was the son of a demon and a human, his father was the Shadow King of Hell. But no one other than family knew that, so how did she know? And what was she? Everything he sensed from her was so confusing he didn't understand it. But when his phone rang he would very clearly understand it.
"Hello." Izaya answered, sitting on the roof.
"Hey hun." His mom said he smiled. He would admit he loved his mother, weird or not she was a good woman.
"So you have something on that necklace?" He asked, kicking his legs.
"Yeah, it's not seen much but it's mostly worn by the gothic community, and I've seen some Wiccans wearing it too. But, that one specifically is extremely special." Izaya blinked.
"How so?"
"Well, it comes with a little story so get comfortable. As you know when demons get bored they mess with souls of the damned. And often times they get a little kinky with the damned. Now, a Soul of a Damned person cannot get a demon pregnant and vice versa. At least that was what we all thought. About twenty years ago a demon had been messing around with a damned man. Suddenly she became pregnant. Now at first everyone thought it was going to be a demon baby, or a half human baby. But when the girl was born everyone was stunned. Damned soul's wear masks of happiness, like theater masks. It's to hide the agony on their faces, and a few other things. This child was born with half a mask on. The child was immediately taken to Lucifer, who confirmed that the child was indeed a child of the Damned. Now, this child had to be taken into hiding, but one could not do that if part of her face was literally a mask that could not be taken off, of course it changed with the color clothes she wore. So Lucifer had his son go out and find a necklace. His son chose one styled like the one you have. Lucifer modified it. When the Child of the Damned wears it there are two tubes that pierce her neck and her veins. Her blood is filtered through, and when her blood is filtered the mask of the Damned it taken away, making her look normal, and it also makes it seem as if she's human if anyone tried sensing her. Izaya the Child of the Damned is in your city." Izaya blinked, his eyes getting wide.
He'd heard of this child of the Damned, and nearly every demon wished to breed with her. She was extremely powerful. "I see. I'll just have to find her then." He said smirking, and that explained how she knew about him being a half demon.
"Yes, and Izaya. Your father wants him, he told me to tell you to, and I quote 'be a good boy and bring her back for me.'" His mother said. Izaya sneered.
"Tell him I'll consider it." Izaya said. "I'll talk to you later mother."
"Mhm, bai buddy." His mother said, before hanging up. He sat back, looking up at the stars, being high enough up the city light's didn't pollute them very much.
"Child of the Demon and the Damned huh? It sounds almost… like a fairy tale." He said, smirking.
Nix: Dun dun dunnnn Izaya is half demon
and Melissa a child of the damned? hehe