(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 stands abruptly, reaches out to grab the book in Izaya's hands. He grasps it firmly by its binding, ensuring Izaya can't turn another page. Frigid brown eyes burn into Izaya's own.]
[Masaomi wants to punch him. His wrist is firmly locked in Izaya's grip. He knows that he won't be able to land the hit, not when Izaya's expecting it, encouraging it even. But he wants to do it anyway. He needs to see Izaya's nose break right this fucking second.
His body shakes when that need goes unfulfilled.]
Is this why I'm here? So you can brag about your latest score? [He seethes through clenched teeth.] Laugh at me for thinking even a bastard like you wouldn't stoop this low?
After all this time, have you not learned when I'm deliberately provoking you, Kida-kun? Wise of you not to throw that punch. Is that growth?
(Because he knows Kida. He's teasing him after all, and to make his point even clearer, he lets go of the formed fist to laugh and shrug his shoulders.)
Like I've told her, I'm many things. Someone who would take advantage of a girl like that, I am not. Thought you knew better.
[Masaomi pulls his fist back, practically growling at the word vomit spewing his way. Maybe Izaya's right, and he should know better, but despite that Izaya seems to be able to act like everything is normal, Masaomi can't. They're in hell, being judged for lives they didn't even get to fully live. There are demons on every corner, and even the people have fucking superpowers. They're surrounded on all sides by the equivalent of the Headless Rider.
So what, exactly, is he supposed to know better? He doesn't know anything anymore!]
(In clear contrast to all Masaomi's despair and aggression, Izaya is as calm and condescending as always. There's really nothing there, after all, and should Bella herself be asked, she sure will tell Masaomi that Izaya has refused her.
They did kiss a bunch and slept on the same bed. Izaya was much more a guardian than he was a threat, trying to make sure she wouldn't get herself in a position she would later regret.
Normally, that'd be fine and wonderful for him to watch, except, this wasn't done in her sound mind. Less exciting, much more tiresome.)
[Oh my gosh, Izaya. He's trying to be defiant. Stop telling him to do the thing he wants to do in order to defy you!!!!]
Then don't tell me!
[He's already grabbed his backpack, and he's marching for the door. At least let him slam it as he leaves. He'll regret it later - Izaya will definitely use a pathetic outburst like this against him - but he has to release some of this boiling frustration somehow!
He's still standing right on the other side of that door when he starts hastily finger typing his text.]
(That's how we break them! Izaya just watches the outburst happen before his very eyes, the chilling smile not faltering for a second until the door is slammed and he sniggers. Perhaps it can be heard from the other side.)
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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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Did you touch her?
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Define touching. I've done nothing that hasn't been done before out of her own free will.
(Whatever the fuck that means.)
Easy, isn't it? She likes me, you know. Seems like you've missed your shot.
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His body shakes when that need goes unfulfilled.]
Is this why I'm here? So you can brag about your latest score? [He seethes through clenched teeth.] Laugh at me for thinking even a bastard like you wouldn't stoop this low?
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(Because he knows Kida. He's teasing him after all, and to make his point even clearer, he lets go of the formed fist to laugh and shrug his shoulders.)
Like I've told her, I'm many things. Someone who would take advantage of a girl like that, I am not. Thought you knew better.
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So what, exactly, is he supposed to know better? He doesn't know anything anymore!]
Where is she?
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They did kiss a bunch and slept on the same bed. Izaya was much more a guardian than he was a threat, trying to make sure she wouldn't get herself in a position she would later regret.
Normally, that'd be fine and wonderful for him to watch, except, this wasn't done in her sound mind. Less exciting, much more tiresome.)
Why? Going to ask her yourself?
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[So maybe he isn't a decent fucking human being. He still tries to be when he can. Shut up, dammit.]
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(The petal or two that Izaya has failed to clean should be indicative enough.)
Ah, well, if you don't believe me, who am I to tell you not to see with your own two eyes? You should text her.
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Then don't tell me!
[He's already grabbed his backpack, and he's marching for the door. At least let him slam it as he leaves. He'll regret it later - Izaya will definitely use a pathetic outburst like this against him - but he has to release some of this boiling frustration somehow!
He's still standing right on the other side of that door when he starts hastily finger typing his text.]
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(Now it's a full-on chuckle, congratulations, Masaomi, all you're doing is entertaining the devil.)