(A job is a job, and returning his books from the library and bringing him more binge-reading lore about their time in Hell is only an excuse. It's not like Masaomi is coming near him in a more normal situation, and he has a few strings to pull as it is. His gaze lifts from the words on the page when he hears the knocking, and there's only Izaya in his room as of now. It's one of the only times he can be found within those walls, when they're devoid of another living soul or when he's laying down to sleep.
Izaya opens the door with his usual chilling smile, tapping on a chair so that Masaomi can seat and they can have a nice cup of tea together like the great pair they are.)
[All things considered, a trip to the library is probably the least questionable task Izaya has yet to give Masaomi. Sure, Masaomi knows that no knowledge Izaya gains is going to be used to better anyone's lives, but even he recognizes the importance of learning as much as possible about where they are and how to survive there.
That doesn't make seeing the guy's face any less unpleasant.
Given the invitation, Masaomi sits in the offered chair and unceremoniously pulls three books out of a mustard yellow backpack. He plops them down on the closest surface, whether that be a table or Izaya's bed. He's not picky.]
I was looking for books in a library. It's not like it was hard.
[He even checked out one for himself. Not that he's keen on telling Izaya that, especially when, unlike Izaya, he has no idea what kind of information he's looking for. He just wants to know something, really, to feel slightly less outside of his element.]
(And returning books is also a part of his task, Izaya's too busy to go by himself. Not when he's been collecting so much blackmail, so many stories, coding and setting them on fire in the spare time. He wouldn't have Masaomi collect the dirt, not when he's keeping all the information for himself so that the other doesn't step out of his wing.
Ah, but that's not all he has, is it? Izaya pours two cups of green tea, one for himself and another for Masaomi before he checks the books and sips, only to make sure they're the right ones. There are several editions, after all!)
Very good. How are you holding up, Kida-kun?
(Not that he cares.)
Did you happen to see Bella-chan on your way here?
(This is Bait TM. Bella hasn't been to his room in a day or two.)
[Masaomi replies equally disaffected. Izaya can see that much without needing to be told, and he doesn't care outside of Masaomi's perceived usefulness anyway. They might as well be talking about the weather right now.
Bella is a much more concerning subject. Still, Masaomi doesn't know where this is going yet. He can feign disinterest until shit hits the fan.]
(No shit, Masaomi. Izaya only scoffs, opening a book at a random page only to have something to do while the gears in Masaomi's head turn and perhaps get stuck on a fact or two. Allow him to continue, take a sip of his tea and hum at the good taste as he seemingly nonchalantly carries the conversation.)
If she's running errands, then why do I need you for, Kida-kun?
(Use your brain, son. He just had you run errands for him.)
[As if he isn't aware that there must be plenty of things Izaya is keeping him in the dark about. Masaomi just glares at the man as he fingers through his book, then shrugs as sarcastically as he can muster.]
Sunny disposition? You've been better at that, Kida-kun! Remember when you'd barge into my office with tales of victory? Much more lively than this.
(You know bait? This is bait. A page flips, a smile grows, and Izaya's ready to release the second one.)
Truth is, Bella-chan has gotten her beautiful, little hands on some aphrodisiacs, would you believe that? She came straight to my door not so long ago.
[Masaomi is too young, she would generally feel, to be someone that she runs to for help with the sort of situation that she's in. She is, of course, far from in her right mind, in over her own head as it is, and, well...he's already involved, in a sense. He was working for Izaya before they all came to Hell, after all.
So, maybe he'll have something he can do, or say.
She has no idea what to expect. Belladonna's bloody fingers struggle with her phone, but eventually she reaches him, and it's about as soon as she hears another person's voice that whatever semblance of calm she's been able to maintain since Izaya's death completely shatters. It's outside the bubble of their marriage suite, now.
Poor Masaomi gets little more than a thick-voiced attempt at saying his name before all he hears is an uncontrollable burst of sobbing. It's easy to tell that these tears aren't happy, and beyond that they're far more frantic than even sad.
Sounding almost like a child, she finally manages a small:]
[He's actually a little excited when he sees that Bella's the one who's called. If he wants to talk to her in person, it often means going through Izaya, and Masaomi would prefer to avoid his boss as much as possible. Over the phone though, it's just them - just a girl and a boy chatting about whatever comes to mind!]
Hey, Bella-babe. What's shakin' your bacon? [He chuckles cheerily.
She doesn't laugh though. Belladonna hasn't called him to chat. She's sobbing breathlessly into the phone. Her panicked lament crashes over him like a wave of ice water. Bella's upset. She's scared and crying and helpless and alone. And yet she's calling him, not Izaya.
Masaomi doesn't know where he's going yet, but he's already picking up the pace.]
[He sounds so happy to hear from her, which makes this all the worse.]
I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...
[Apologies tumble out of her uselessly, her guilt spiking, but she's already called him now, there's no turning this misery truck back around.]
I'm, I'm at home. In the hotel.
[She gives him the suite number after she collects herself enough not to stammer too much, but the composure is only momentary. Her sobs wrack her body so badly she can barely hold onto the phone, but still she clutches it like a lifeline.]
I did something bad, s-something really, truly awful.
[And how sad it is that she can't say it with joy.]
[Masaomi's only a few blocks away from the hotel. He's flat out running now.]
Hey, it's gonna be okay, got it? I'm on my way!
[No, it's not, but he says it anyway. Repeats it over and over. Bella's apologizing. Bella's done something she feels the need to break down over. Knowing Bella, it honestly might not be as bad as she thinks it is, but the mere fact that she's involved with Izaya means it might be the worst thing she's ever done.
Masaomi can't let this be a repeat of his own tragedy. He won't put down the phone; he won't stop talking to her; he'll do everything he can to make sure she's alright.]
I'm kind of an expert on this! Y'know, making big mistakes. [He rambles on breathlessly, racing through the streets. Anything to keep her attention.] I can help!
[Even though he says that, Belladonna's heart aches. She doesn't know, doesn't know. How can anyone imagine how to come out of something like this? Half of her wants to thank him, desperate not to feel so hopelessly alone and drowning, and the other half jolts in fear, wanting him to stay away--far away.
Nobody should be here. This is her mess to sit and rot in. Whimpering unintelligibly through her tears, she slides to the floor, her legs starting to feel weak. He's such a nice boy.]
I'm so scared. Please, please don't think I'm a monster.
[The words burst out of him more harshly than intended. He doesn't want to scare her even more, but hearing her say something like that scares him. Immediately, he tries to sand the edges of his reassurance.]
I could never think of you as a monster. You're my Bella-babe. Nothing else. I promise.
(Aoba is at Club Penance, in hopes to catch a sight alike the one he had when he first came. They were beautiful to stare at, and quite frankly, it's been lonely. Hell's taken him from the best time of his life, considering he had gotten kissed by a pair of incestuous twins and well. That is any sixteen year old's fantasy, isn't it?
He just wasn't expecting to suddenly have a vibrator up his ass. Thankfully, it's not a big one, a little bullet that's tucked right under his prostate, but considering the fact that he's never had anything up there before, Aoba just thinks there's some discomfort in the area - he feels too good to worry, though. There's just something about this place that makes him happy, and he can't quite put a finger on what it may be. Perhaps the titties? Ah, but they're covered up this time around.
Aoba will order a non-alcoholic caramel apple martini, and he happily sips until his eyes fall upon the blonde hair he's been avoiding. What is that remote in his hands for...?)
[Aoba may have wandered into the adult section of Club Penance hoping for tits, but despite Masaomi's reputation with the opposite sex, he's entered this debauchery den for one thing and one thing only: work. An information broker needs information, after all, and as Izaya's gopher, he's got to obtain some every once in a while. By now, he's gotten pretty friendly with one of the demon strippers, a bubbly succubus with a thing for younger guys.
Does Izaya know all this? Probably. Masaomi assumes it's why Izaya asks him to exchange info with her rather than doing it himself.
He's not all that interested in telling Aoba any of this. If he did, he'd have to explain not only Izaya's presence in hell but the fact that he's working for the bastard. His lips purse around the glass he's been pretending to drink from for half an hour now. He hasn't swallowed a drop of it. Yeah, he definitely doesn't want to tell Aoba.]
At least I almost fit in here. How have they not kicked you out? [He snarks instead, poking idly at the strange remote he'd found in the pocket of his new coat. Can he call it his new coat? Well, seeing as the whole outfit had magically replaced what he'd been wearing when he entered the club, he can now.] I really didn't think I'd see you here again.
Please. You don't look as young as I do, but certainly, you're giving yourself way too much credit.
(He even has baby fat still, who's he trying to fool? Certainly not Aoba, but he's in too much of a good mood to pick a fight, so this time, his words come out with a less deceitful smile - he feels good, and his eyes close as he moves to take a sip of his non-alcoholic drink.)
I thought you were keeping tabs on me, weren't you? Doing a poor job if this is so unexpected.
[Who's he trying fool? Himself, most days. Sigh and bother.
He's tempted to get up and leave, but something about the atmosphere of the club today feels too cozy to abandon. It's why he's still here despite that his meeting with the stripper had been cut short. He'd much rather sit and people watch here than have to return to the stifling agony of Izaya's office, even with Aoba here to snipe at him.]
Gross. When you say it like that, you make me sound like a stalker. I'm just making sure you don't do anything suspicious, not writing notes on the size of your shits.
[Masaomi... That's stalking.
Dutifully ignoring this fact, he frowns at the mystery remote and nudges the setting from 0 to 1.]
You are aware that you are, too, a gang leader, just as me, aren't you? Don't think I'm unaware of what you've done.
(So, seriously, lay off of him. Masaomi has just as much blood in his hands as does Aoba, so there's no need to act all righteous as if Aoba was the only one who's technically 'evil'.
Shut the fuck up, Yellow Scarf. You've hitten as many Blue Squares as I've hitten of yours.
The smile was polite, but it soon contorts into an expression of indescribable pleasure as soon as Masaomi messes with the remote. Oh. Fuck. So that's what the discomfort is. He couldn't be redder when he reaches for it, desperate to turn it off as much as his eyebrows nearly meet.)
[Aoba's right. Masaomi is painfully aware of the shit he himself has pulled. What makes all the difference, however, is that he doesn't know what Aoba has done.
He tries to hide his grimace with another pretend sip of cider, but then he catches sight of Aoba's contorted expression through the glass. The dude looks like he's about to jizz in his fucking pants. Masaomi chokes, inadvertently swallowing the sweet, mind-altering beverage. He doesn't notice though, doesn't have time to consider what the effects might be anyway. Aoba is already lunging for the remote, and Masaomi's immediate instinct is to slam his drink down on top of the guy's outstretched arm. He grabs for the remote with his other hand, shields it behind his back.]
No way!
[He's just discovered something amazing. He can't let this once-in-a-lifetime win slip away from him that fast!]
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Izaya opens the door with his usual chilling smile, tapping on a chair so that Masaomi can seat and they can have a nice cup of tea together like the great pair they are.)
So? Any problems locating the books?
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That doesn't make seeing the guy's face any less unpleasant.
Given the invitation, Masaomi sits in the offered chair and unceremoniously pulls three books out of a mustard yellow backpack. He plops them down on the closest surface, whether that be a table or Izaya's bed. He's not picky.]
I was looking for books in a library. It's not like it was hard.
[He even checked out one for himself. Not that he's keen on telling Izaya that, especially when, unlike Izaya, he has no idea what kind of information he's looking for. He just wants to know something, really, to feel slightly less outside of his element.]
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Ah, but that's not all he has, is it? Izaya pours two cups of green tea, one for himself and another for Masaomi before he checks the books and sips, only to make sure they're the right ones. There are several editions, after all!)
Very good. How are you holding up, Kida-kun?
(Not that he cares.)
Did you happen to see Bella-chan on your way here?
(This is Bait TM. Bella hasn't been to his room in a day or two.)
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[Masaomi replies equally disaffected. Izaya can see that much without needing to be told, and he doesn't care outside of Masaomi's perceived usefulness anyway. They might as well be talking about the weather right now.
Bella is a much more concerning subject. Still, Masaomi doesn't know where this is going yet. He can feign disinterest until shit hits the fan.]
Why? Got her running errands for you too?
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If she's running errands, then why do I need you for, Kida-kun?
(Use your brain, son. He just had you run errands for him.)
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For my sunny disposition, I guess.
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(You know bait? This is bait. A page flips, a smile grows, and Izaya's ready to release the second one.)
Truth is, Bella-chan has gotten her beautiful, little hands on some aphrodisiacs, would you believe that? She came straight to my door not so long ago.
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This isn't about your fucked up sexcapades again, is it?
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No, it's much more important than that. What's the last thing you happen to remember?
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Why?
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Perhaps you're not dead at all, Kida-kun, aren't you so lucky?
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Really?
[This isn't a game, right? Izaya isn't playing him, right?]
Is that even possible?
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So, maybe he'll have something he can do, or say.
She has no idea what to expect. Belladonna's bloody fingers struggle with her phone, but eventually she reaches him, and it's about as soon as she hears another person's voice that whatever semblance of calm she's been able to maintain since Izaya's death completely shatters. It's outside the bubble of their marriage suite, now.
Poor Masaomi gets little more than a thick-voiced attempt at saying his name before all he hears is an uncontrollable burst of sobbing. It's easy to tell that these tears aren't happy, and beyond that they're far more frantic than even sad.
Sounding almost like a child, she finally manages a small:]
I don't know what to do.
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Hey, Bella-babe. What's shakin' your bacon? [He chuckles cheerily.
She doesn't laugh though. Belladonna hasn't called him to chat. She's sobbing breathlessly into the phone. Her panicked lament crashes over him like a wave of ice water. Bella's upset. She's scared and crying and helpless and alone. And yet she's calling him, not Izaya.
Masaomi doesn't know where he's going yet, but he's already picking up the pace.]
Bella? Bella, where are you? What happened?!
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I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...
[Apologies tumble out of her uselessly, her guilt spiking, but she's already called him now, there's no turning this misery truck back around.]
I'm, I'm at home. In the hotel.
[She gives him the suite number after she collects herself enough not to stammer too much, but the composure is only momentary. Her sobs wrack her body so badly she can barely hold onto the phone, but still she clutches it like a lifeline.]
I did something bad, s-something really, truly awful.
[And how sad it is that she can't say it with joy.]
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Hey, it's gonna be okay, got it? I'm on my way!
[No, it's not, but he says it anyway. Repeats it over and over. Bella's apologizing. Bella's done something she feels the need to break down over. Knowing Bella, it honestly might not be as bad as she thinks it is, but the mere fact that she's involved with Izaya means it might be the worst thing she's ever done.
Masaomi can't let this be a repeat of his own tragedy. He won't put down the phone; he won't stop talking to her; he'll do everything he can to make sure she's alright.]
I'm kind of an expert on this! Y'know, making big mistakes. [He rambles on breathlessly, racing through the streets. Anything to keep her attention.] I can help!
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Nobody should be here. This is her mess to sit and rot in. Whimpering unintelligibly through her tears, she slides to the floor, her legs starting to feel weak. He's such a nice boy.]
I'm so scared. Please, please don't think I'm a monster.
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[The words burst out of him more harshly than intended. He doesn't want to scare her even more, but hearing her say something like that scares him. Immediately, he tries to sand the edges of his reassurance.]
I could never think of you as a monster. You're my Bella-babe. Nothing else. I promise.
I'm almost there, okay? Almost!
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He just wasn't expecting to suddenly have a vibrator up his ass. Thankfully, it's not a big one, a little bullet that's tucked right under his prostate, but considering the fact that he's never had anything up there before, Aoba just thinks there's some discomfort in the area - he feels too good to worry, though. There's just something about this place that makes him happy, and he can't quite put a finger on what it may be. Perhaps the titties? Ah, but they're covered up this time around.
Aoba will order a non-alcoholic caramel apple martini, and he happily sips until his eyes fall upon the blonde hair he's been avoiding. What is that remote in his hands for...?)
Why are you here?
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Does Izaya know all this? Probably. Masaomi assumes it's why Izaya asks him to exchange info with her rather than doing it himself.
He's not all that interested in telling Aoba any of this. If he did, he'd have to explain not only Izaya's presence in hell but the fact that he's working for the bastard. His lips purse around the glass he's been pretending to drink from for half an hour now. He hasn't swallowed a drop of it. Yeah, he definitely doesn't want to tell Aoba.]
At least I almost fit in here. How have they not kicked you out? [He snarks instead, poking idly at the strange remote he'd found in the pocket of his new coat. Can he call it his new coat? Well, seeing as the whole outfit had magically replaced what he'd been wearing when he entered the club, he can now.] I really didn't think I'd see you here again.
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(He even has baby fat still, who's he trying to fool? Certainly not Aoba, but he's in too much of a good mood to pick a fight, so this time, his words come out with a less deceitful smile - he feels good, and his eyes close as he moves to take a sip of his non-alcoholic drink.)
I thought you were keeping tabs on me, weren't you? Doing a poor job if this is so unexpected.
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He's tempted to get up and leave, but something about the atmosphere of the club today feels too cozy to abandon. It's why he's still here despite that his meeting with the stripper had been cut short. He'd much rather sit and people watch here than have to return to the stifling agony of Izaya's office, even with Aoba here to snipe at him.]
Gross. When you say it like that, you make me sound like a stalker. I'm just making sure you don't do anything suspicious, not writing notes on the size of your shits.
[Masaomi... That's stalking.
Dutifully ignoring this fact, he frowns at the mystery remote and nudges the setting from 0 to 1.]
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(So, seriously, lay off of him. Masaomi has just as much blood in his hands as does Aoba, so there's no need to act all righteous as if Aoba was the only one who's technically 'evil'.
Shut the fuck up, Yellow Scarf. You've hitten as many Blue Squares as I've hitten of yours.
The smile was polite, but it soon contorts into an expression of indescribable pleasure as soon as Masaomi messes with the remote. Oh. Fuck. So that's what the discomfort is. He couldn't be redder when he reaches for it, desperate to turn it off as much as his eyebrows nearly meet.)
Give me that!
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He tries to hide his grimace with another pretend sip of cider, but then he catches sight of Aoba's contorted expression through the glass. The dude looks like he's about to jizz in his fucking pants. Masaomi chokes, inadvertently swallowing the sweet, mind-altering beverage. He doesn't notice though, doesn't have time to consider what the effects might be anyway. Aoba is already lunging for the remote, and Masaomi's immediate instinct is to slam his drink down on top of the guy's outstretched arm. He grabs for the remote with his other hand, shields it behind his back.]
No way!
[He's just discovered something amazing. He can't let this once-in-a-lifetime win slip away from him that fast!]
Do you- [-have a for real, for true vibrator in your ass?????] Seriously?!
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