Long time no see everyone!~ I hope you didn't mind the wait. School has been taking over our lives! ;A; But we're back into writing! This chapter was really fun to write! Enjoy!~
Barely looking away from the road, Celty pulled out her PDA and started typing as she weaved around two cars. Her shadow trembled and lashed out against the asphalt, as she raced into Shinjuku.
Only seconds after she sent the text, she got her reply from Shinra.
[Don't hurt him too much…he's no use dead.]
It only took her fifteen minutes to reach the prefecture, and park in an alley between the apartment complexes. She lingered in the shadows, as she watched the remaining city dwellers pass. She soon caught sight of her target, although she would have almost missed him if Shizuo hadn't ranted about his attire.
Celty stepped out, holding up her hand to stop Izaya as he walked toward his apartment. He smiled and walked over, hands in his pockets.
"Ahh, Celty. It's a pleasure to see you so early in the night. What brings you out here?"
[Cut the crap and explain.]
Izaya blinked in confusion, but shrugged it off, "I have no idea what your talking about."
The darkness around them rippled.
[You know exactly what I'm talking about! What's your problem with Shizuo?] she demanded, her hand shaking slightly as she held her PDA tightly in her grip.
"Shizu-chan?" Izaya feigned a giggle fit, "Aww, did he come running to you for support?"
If Celty could sigh with exasperation, she would have. She just shook her head and typed into her PDA again before thrusting it directly into Izaya's face.
[Listen. He's going through tough times. I know you hate him, but just back off for bit, ok?]
"Ahh, Celty. I can't do that." Izaya shrugged and walked around her, patting her arm lightly as he passed. "With Shizu-chan's growing condition, it's impossible for me to not observe him as he grows weaker in such a thriving environment. I wonder if he will survive!~" He grinned as he bent forward to whisper close to her helmet; the close contact making Celty shiver with dislike.
"Haven't you always wondered what it would take to finally take him down?"
Izaya dodged her as she tried to slap him across the face. He just grinned, eyes narrowed in a deadly gaze.
[Don't you dare talk about him that way!] she trembled. If Izaya could hear her voice, he imagined it would be quivering with rage, and slight apprehension.
"You can't deny the fact that even you are bewildered and astounded by this chance of fate. I know for a fact Shinra is having a field day; finally able to dissect and prod at Shizu-chan like the lab rat he ought to be. Ohh, how scared Shizu-chan must be."
Celty clenched her fist and turned away a bit. She didn't need to use her PDA for Izaya to know what she was thinking. That he was the real rat around here. He couldn't really refute her statement.
The informant shrugged, "Only telling my opinion, Celty."
[You're opinion is flawed], she lashed out.
"Opinions can neither be correct or wrong. They are simply what people think, and not everyone has to agree." Izaya crooned as he hopped up onto a small ledge and walked along it, arms outspread as if he really needed help with balance. "Humor me for a moment, and listen to my logic; as twisted and insane as it may seem. Can you do that?"
Celty remained motionless as she watched him walk along the wall. The informant smirked and took it as a sign to continue.
"My fascination with humans is obvious. And I'm sure you can understand that someone like me has many judgments on my lovely creatures and their environment. For example, the way they are so predictable!~ Humans cannot survive without the essentials, otherwise they just fade away like the ashes of burning paper; never to be remembered by society. And the way that humans look at their environment changes their way they live their lives. This is why I find them so amusing, because I have the ability to manipulate their world to make them crumble; because of the fact they are so predictable.
"Humans are nothing more than sheep. They do the same things every day, following the same routine until the day they finally die. They don't strive to change their lives; they don't crave excitement. That's why I'm so kind to throw drama into their paths, to make their living world more interesting!~ See, I'm so generous!"
[You're rambling.]
"Let me ramble, it allows me to think more clearly."
Celty scoffed and shook her head, turning to go back toward her horse. She wasn't in the mood to deal with Izaya's mind games. He scowled and hopped off the ledge, landing in front of her. She stopped and glared at him, figuratively of course.
"This is why we are different. You, me, and even that blonde imbecile. We are different than the rest of the world. We lurk in shadows, and harbor deep, dark fears and desires no simple human could understand. We are lonely and crave attention, and do anything to get it. Do you see where I'm going with this?
"Hahaha!~ Of course not! No one can follow my logic. It's far too complex. To make it simple, we are monsters. Creatures hated and loathed by society. Destined to be alone and feared for the rest of our days.
"Big or small, hidden or out in the open, we bring fear into the normal lives of the citizens of this great city. Rumors can make even the bravest of men tremble. Tell me Celty, what are you biggest fears?"
Izaya turned to face Celty, a placid yet dangerous smile gracing his lips. Celty stiffened, as the terrifying thoughts of otherworldly creatures came into her head. She shivered a bit, and typed into her PDA.
[Stop going off subject and just get back to the point.]
Izaya beamed and threw his hands in the air, "There is no point! That's the beauty of it! I did say to humor me, yes? And you have! Bravo!"
Celty sighed and turned around to head back to her horse, no longer wanting to deal with Izaya's nonsense. Scowling a bit, Izaya stepped toward her and grabbed her wrist, causing her to stop and her shadows to recoil.
"Although, in the end, there is a final conclusion. Humans and Monsters alike are consumed with fears that make them change their lives to try to run away from their phobias. Some may be as small as spiders and rats, or as frightening as heights and confined spaces! And most importantly death. Ahh, and aliens of course~"
Celty cringed and clenched her fist, the shadows surrounding her slowly climbing up Izaya's legs in a threatening manner. He didn't even flinch.
"Shizu-chan may seem gentle and kind, but he's still a monster just like us. He still has fears. Fears he'll run from, or more likely fight against. He has something deeply hidden within him that could easily kill a person. Just like you and me. He's violence personified. And you're no different, Miss Dullahan; celtic fairy of death."
[So where exactly do you fit into all of this?]
"I'm a parasite, of course!~ Bloodsucking and unwelcome to every household on this earth! Except for the flea circus; they love people like me!~" Izaya spun in a circle and laughed, "By being a parasite, I can cling and thrive on others rather then hide from my own fears. And the best way for me to be a flea, is to be all over that monstrous rat I lovingly call Shizu-chan."
Celty grabbed Izaya by the back of his hood and dragged him back, making him choke and stumble a bit as she firmly held him by her side. Her shadows wrapped around him; the sharp edges threatening to cut into his skin.
[Enough. This isn't about us monsters in the real world, or about us running from our fears. This is about you messing with Shizuo. Leave him alone, or else I will make you stop. I don't care what Shinra said about protecting you. I will hurt you and make you regret harming Shizuo.]
"Ahh, so Shinra wants to protect me, neh?"
[Leave Shizuo alone, Izaya.]
"Monsters were never good with promises, dear courier."
Celty let Izaya go forcefully, shoving him toward his apartment as she went back into the alley to hop on her horse, trying to ignore the headache he had caused with all his stupid rambling. She sometimes wondered if he was right in the head. She reared back on her bike, and rushed back to Ikebukuro without giving Izaya the satisfaction of confusing her.