Post by Mairu Orihara on Sept 2, 2011 13:36:19 GMT -5
“Saa ~” Izaya sneered, just as he avoided another swing of the street sign. “You’re as relentless as always,” he commented as he rightened himself once more, hands burying into the depths of his pockets. The clouds of dirt around him started to settle once more, making the figure of his attacker clearer. “But you still have such terrible aim ~” he giggled, shrugging his shoulders as Shizuo panted heavily, amber optics glaring holes at the flea.
A dull vibration in his pocket was soon brought to his attention and he waged a finger at the ex-bartender. “If you’ll excuse me, Shizu-chan, I have a call to take,” Izaya murmured with a smirk as he pulled out his phone. Rusty optics glanced at the caller I.D. for a moment and the slightest form of a frown pulled at his lips. “Tch. What does that brat want?” he could not help but mumble to himself as he flipped open the device, leaning to the side as a trash can was tossed his way.
His lips had parted to release a sarcastic chirp, but he was quickly silenced by his sister on the other end. For a moment, the perfect mask he wore was shattered and was replaced with shock and an odd wave of concern. But just as quickly as his composure was shattered, he quickly pulled himself together. Only the tightening of his jaw gave way to the internal distress which slowly settled into the pits of his stomach.
“I.. Iza-..nii!”
Izaya’s grasp on his phone only tightened as he smiled a grim sort of smile. The expression – so unusual and out of place – Even caught Shizuo by surprise and the protozoan of a man seemed to have relaxed, the anger and rage dimming by his own surprise. Never before has he seen Izaya wear such an expression, something was up, he could feel it. Shizuo slipped his shades into place over his nose, finger adjusting it as his amber optics watched and examined the flea warily.
“Mai-chan ~ what kind of game are you trying to pull?” Izaya asked as his eyes fluttered closed, shoulders shrugging a bit. “I’m awfully busy and I don’t have any time for this,” he murmured into the phone. This was a joke, it just had to be. His lids lowered halfway over auburn hues as he turned his back on the bodyguard. It took a moment for the blonde to realize his stupidity in letting him go and he swore, running forward into the wreckage he had created, only to find that that bastard was already gone.
A sharp cry escaped the girl as the blunt object made a direct blow to her shoulder. Pain was shot down her body, making her tremble as the fist in her hair released her and she fell forward. Mairu barely got the chance to catch herself before her face made a hard impact into the soiled ground. Stifled huffs emitted from her nose as she allowed herself to safely collapse to the floor. Leaning to the left to favor her wounded shoulder, she turned her head to the side to send a half-hearted glare towards her captivators. There was a dangerous hard light in her crimson orbs, despite the tremble of her small frame. “Iza-nii . . . Is going to . . . Get you for this,” she growled weakly, fighting back a wheezy cough from the strain of speaking.
The man smirked down at the brunette as he angled his head, a hand rising to rub at the stubble of his chin. “I’m hoping for that, little girl,” the stranger laughed before his dark eyes fell towards the other form on the ground. A dark brow arched but then he shrugged passively before he turned on his heels and walked up the wooden stairs behind him. Pausing at the door, he flicked off the lights and abandoned the twins in the damp basement.
They were swallowed by the darkness instantly. The only source of light was the sun’s glare peeking through the many cracks in the wall. Warily, her eyes traveled towards the aforementioned wall. The cracks were long, but unfortunately not that close together. It was going to take a lot of force to break down that wall; all in which neither of them had – Especially with her injured. Damn it, they needed Shizuo!
In-taking a deep and calming breath, Mairu staggered to her feet. For a moment, she lurched, stumbling as the room spun and her vision became clouded by black specs. As soon as she felt like she was stable enough to walk, she clutched her right shoulder in her left hand before stumbling forward to her sister. A few feet away, she tripped on a hidden rock and she fell forward. Wincing as her bare knees hit the sand, she felt pebbles dig into her skin as she skidded across the ground. Panting, she settled with crawling towards Kururi.
A trembling hand was placed on her older sister’s shoulder as she shook her briskly, “Kuru-nee. Kuru-nee!” she called out frantically. Her fingers clenched tightly on the navy cloth of her sister’s sweater, tears brimming her auburn eyes. It wasn’t until the other stirred and groggily lifted her head did Mairu release a sigh of relief. “Kuru-nee!” she threw her good arm around her sister, who seemed surprised and uncertain about their current situation.
“Where are we?”
Mairu almost started crying at the question, but she quickly pulled herself together. She was strong, they were strong. Nothing was going to happen to them, Izaya won’t let it. Taking comfort in that belief, Mairu sat up as Kururi did, her good arm still slung over her shoulder. “I don’t know, but Iza-nii is coming to save us, I know he is,” she smiled, assuring both her and herself. She knew – At the back of her mind – That this was all a trap set up for Izaya. But, she was far from concerned. Even if it was a trap, there was not a single sliver of doubt that Izaya would be able to handle himself. He was God, after all.
It didn’t take long for Izaya to figure out the source of the call. Mairu didn’t know it – And even if she did, it’s not like she was able to do anything about it – But Izaya had a GPS inserted in their phones; for reasons just like this. That, and so that he knew where to avoid when he did not really feel like dealing with the two. His half-lidded optics glanced down towards his waist, where he held his open phone as if to confirm his location, before he snapped it shut once more.
Pocketing it away, the smirk on his face only seemed to grow, making a dark glint enter his eyes. Izaya was prone for being dangerous, but no one has ever seen him like this. There was an almost crazed, even blood-thirsty, air around him as he walked forward towards the porch. He moved with a bounce in his step despite the seriousness of the situation. Calmly, he knocked on the door, a Cheshire smile growing on his lips as he waited patiently for someone to answer the door. Inside his pocket, his fingers fiddled with the metal frame of his flick-blade.
Dark lashes fluttered open when he heard footsteps on the other side, and his eyes remained half-lidded as he watched the door creak open. “Fujiwara-kun ~” Izaya greeted in a chirp, head angling to the side as his eyes settled upon the bulk of a man, “I never took you as the kid-napping type, I’m rather surprised,” the Informant smiled at the man, eyes narrowing a bit. Even as Fujiwara pulled a gun on him, Izaya remained unflinching and the utter image of being calm; it was as if he was expecting this – Because he did. Holding up his hands in a surrendering gesture, the brunette angled his head with a pout, “How cruel, pulling a gun on me!” he gasped in fake surprise, fluttering his lashes a bit. “And here I thought we were friends,” as he concluded his statement, a small sneer was added to his tone, making him seem mocking and sarcastic.
“Shut up!” the man shouted, throwing a fist towards the brunette. Izaya easily dodged the blow by jumping back, the sneer back on his lips as he landed on the ground on his toes. “So hostile, I wonder why?” he pondered aloud, head angling to the side as he tapped his chin in thought.
A dull vibration in his pocket was soon brought to his attention and he waged a finger at the ex-bartender. “If you’ll excuse me, Shizu-chan, I have a call to take,” Izaya murmured with a smirk as he pulled out his phone. Rusty optics glanced at the caller I.D. for a moment and the slightest form of a frown pulled at his lips. “Tch. What does that brat want?” he could not help but mumble to himself as he flipped open the device, leaning to the side as a trash can was tossed his way.
His lips had parted to release a sarcastic chirp, but he was quickly silenced by his sister on the other end. For a moment, the perfect mask he wore was shattered and was replaced with shock and an odd wave of concern. But just as quickly as his composure was shattered, he quickly pulled himself together. Only the tightening of his jaw gave way to the internal distress which slowly settled into the pits of his stomach.
“I.. Iza-..nii!”
Izaya’s grasp on his phone only tightened as he smiled a grim sort of smile. The expression – so unusual and out of place – Even caught Shizuo by surprise and the protozoan of a man seemed to have relaxed, the anger and rage dimming by his own surprise. Never before has he seen Izaya wear such an expression, something was up, he could feel it. Shizuo slipped his shades into place over his nose, finger adjusting it as his amber optics watched and examined the flea warily.
“Mai-chan ~ what kind of game are you trying to pull?” Izaya asked as his eyes fluttered closed, shoulders shrugging a bit. “I’m awfully busy and I don’t have any time for this,” he murmured into the phone. This was a joke, it just had to be. His lids lowered halfway over auburn hues as he turned his back on the bodyguard. It took a moment for the blonde to realize his stupidity in letting him go and he swore, running forward into the wreckage he had created, only to find that that bastard was already gone.
A sharp cry escaped the girl as the blunt object made a direct blow to her shoulder. Pain was shot down her body, making her tremble as the fist in her hair released her and she fell forward. Mairu barely got the chance to catch herself before her face made a hard impact into the soiled ground. Stifled huffs emitted from her nose as she allowed herself to safely collapse to the floor. Leaning to the left to favor her wounded shoulder, she turned her head to the side to send a half-hearted glare towards her captivators. There was a dangerous hard light in her crimson orbs, despite the tremble of her small frame. “Iza-nii . . . Is going to . . . Get you for this,” she growled weakly, fighting back a wheezy cough from the strain of speaking.
The man smirked down at the brunette as he angled his head, a hand rising to rub at the stubble of his chin. “I’m hoping for that, little girl,” the stranger laughed before his dark eyes fell towards the other form on the ground. A dark brow arched but then he shrugged passively before he turned on his heels and walked up the wooden stairs behind him. Pausing at the door, he flicked off the lights and abandoned the twins in the damp basement.
They were swallowed by the darkness instantly. The only source of light was the sun’s glare peeking through the many cracks in the wall. Warily, her eyes traveled towards the aforementioned wall. The cracks were long, but unfortunately not that close together. It was going to take a lot of force to break down that wall; all in which neither of them had – Especially with her injured. Damn it, they needed Shizuo!
In-taking a deep and calming breath, Mairu staggered to her feet. For a moment, she lurched, stumbling as the room spun and her vision became clouded by black specs. As soon as she felt like she was stable enough to walk, she clutched her right shoulder in her left hand before stumbling forward to her sister. A few feet away, she tripped on a hidden rock and she fell forward. Wincing as her bare knees hit the sand, she felt pebbles dig into her skin as she skidded across the ground. Panting, she settled with crawling towards Kururi.
A trembling hand was placed on her older sister’s shoulder as she shook her briskly, “Kuru-nee. Kuru-nee!” she called out frantically. Her fingers clenched tightly on the navy cloth of her sister’s sweater, tears brimming her auburn eyes. It wasn’t until the other stirred and groggily lifted her head did Mairu release a sigh of relief. “Kuru-nee!” she threw her good arm around her sister, who seemed surprised and uncertain about their current situation.
“Where are we?”
Mairu almost started crying at the question, but she quickly pulled herself together. She was strong, they were strong. Nothing was going to happen to them, Izaya won’t let it. Taking comfort in that belief, Mairu sat up as Kururi did, her good arm still slung over her shoulder. “I don’t know, but Iza-nii is coming to save us, I know he is,” she smiled, assuring both her and herself. She knew – At the back of her mind – That this was all a trap set up for Izaya. But, she was far from concerned. Even if it was a trap, there was not a single sliver of doubt that Izaya would be able to handle himself. He was God, after all.
It didn’t take long for Izaya to figure out the source of the call. Mairu didn’t know it – And even if she did, it’s not like she was able to do anything about it – But Izaya had a GPS inserted in their phones; for reasons just like this. That, and so that he knew where to avoid when he did not really feel like dealing with the two. His half-lidded optics glanced down towards his waist, where he held his open phone as if to confirm his location, before he snapped it shut once more.
Pocketing it away, the smirk on his face only seemed to grow, making a dark glint enter his eyes. Izaya was prone for being dangerous, but no one has ever seen him like this. There was an almost crazed, even blood-thirsty, air around him as he walked forward towards the porch. He moved with a bounce in his step despite the seriousness of the situation. Calmly, he knocked on the door, a Cheshire smile growing on his lips as he waited patiently for someone to answer the door. Inside his pocket, his fingers fiddled with the metal frame of his flick-blade.
Dark lashes fluttered open when he heard footsteps on the other side, and his eyes remained half-lidded as he watched the door creak open. “Fujiwara-kun ~” Izaya greeted in a chirp, head angling to the side as his eyes settled upon the bulk of a man, “I never took you as the kid-napping type, I’m rather surprised,” the Informant smiled at the man, eyes narrowing a bit. Even as Fujiwara pulled a gun on him, Izaya remained unflinching and the utter image of being calm; it was as if he was expecting this – Because he did. Holding up his hands in a surrendering gesture, the brunette angled his head with a pout, “How cruel, pulling a gun on me!” he gasped in fake surprise, fluttering his lashes a bit. “And here I thought we were friends,” as he concluded his statement, a small sneer was added to his tone, making him seem mocking and sarcastic.
“Shut up!” the man shouted, throwing a fist towards the brunette. Izaya easily dodged the blow by jumping back, the sneer back on his lips as he landed on the ground on his toes. “So hostile, I wonder why?” he pondered aloud, head angling to the side as he tapped his chin in thought.
