Skipping steps, Izaya bounded into the underground subway, elegantly twirling around people so he got to the gates as fast as he could. He reached into his pocket to grab his wallet.
Which wasn't there.
Izaya frantically checked his other pockets before growling with anger. Those damn kids!
He turned around, looking for an easy target. He noticed a young man standing off to the side, talking violently on the phone. He was dressed in a business suit, tapping his foot impatiently as he checked the watch on his wrist; still screaming into the phone at the person on the other end.
Izaya skipped over, grabbing a map of the subways from the ticket booth, and opened it up. He waited until the man was off the phone, before walking up to him; an innocent and confused look on his face.
"Excuse me Sir, but can you help me?"
The gruff man stared at Izaya for a moment, reading his face. Izaya had put on the perfect act of naïve and shy. He even butchered the way he spoke to make it seem like he was foreign; utilizing his ability to speak fluent Russian to get a perfect accent. Put on wide eyes, and a closed posture, you've got the image of a lost and confused young man just trying to get by. Not even the hardest of men could turn down such a face.
Sighing, the business man rolled his eyes and grabbed the map, grumbling, "Where are you heading?"
"I-Ike-'borkow"
"Ikebukuro?"
Izaya nodded. The man proceeded to tell him what trains to take at what times, and to listen closely to know when to get off at his stop. During this time, Izaya was leaning close, pretending he didn't understand the map. It annoyed the business man, but he continued to help anyways.
"Alright, got it?"
"Yes, thank you so much!" Izaya beamed, bowing dramatically. A perfect way to end his foreign act. He skipped away toward the ticket line, and pulled out the metro card from the wallet he swiped.
"Ahh, thank you Mr. Sasaki. It was a pleasure doing business with you!~" He hummed as he slid the card through the slot and pushed his way onto the platform.
Bouncing on his heels, he waited for the train to come, glancing back toward the man he had pick pocketed. The business man didn't seem to realize anything odd had happened…yet.
Izaya looked down the dark empty tunnel, and contemplated simply running as fast as he could along the tracks. But pushed the thought aside as he heard the distinct rumble of a train coming. Stepping behind the yellow line, he watched as the train sped past, causing his jacket to ruffle around him.
It slowed to a stop, and the doors opened to let people on and off. He forcefully shoved his way on, and stepped to the side, staying close to the door as he stood stiffly, holding onto the rail. People piled in, squishing him against the wall uncomfortably. He glanced at the map on the wall, trying to figure out where to get off first. He wasn't really sure of where to start looking. All he knew was he had to find his sisters as fast as possible; potentially punishing them for pulling such a dirty prank.
After a minute, the doors closed, and the train sped off toward Ikebukuro.