[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.
[The word comes out plaintively, like she's trying to reassure him, not that she's in any position to do such a thing. It's nothing more than reflex, really, a reaction to such an adamant tone. Who is she, if not the kind of woman who will tear herself down to appease everyone around her? And that he could call her his in any capacity, she can't help wondering how she could possibly deserve such a thing.
Belladonna is certain she was born only to be cast away.]
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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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[The word comes out plaintively, like she's trying to reassure him, not that she's in any position to do such a thing. It's nothing more than reflex, really, a reaction to such an adamant tone. Who is she, if not the kind of woman who will tear herself down to appease everyone around her? And that he could call her his in any capacity, she can't help wondering how she could possibly deserve such a thing.
Belladonna is certain she was born only to be cast away.]
I'm, I'm sorry. Thank you so much.