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(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.)
So? Any problems locating the books?
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?
[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.]
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.)
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.)
Still breathing.
[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?
[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?
(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.)
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.)
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.
(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.
(Oh, Masaomi, dear. Izaya simply grips around his wrist, forcefully taking his hand out of his book. Doesn't even bother to stand up.)
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.
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.
[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?
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.
(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!]
Where is she?
So what, exactly, is he supposed to know better? He doesn't know anything anymore!]
Where is she?
(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.)
Why? Going to ask her yourself?
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?
She is.
(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.
(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.
[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.]
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.)
Ooooo, scary, scary! Did she reply yet?
(Now it's a full-on chuckle, congratulations, Masaomi, all you're doing is entertaining the devil.)
(Now it's a full-on chuckle, congratulations, Masaomi, all you're doing is entertaining the devil.)
Fucked up? My, oh, my, Kida-kun. Two consensual adults, you know? If there had been such a thing, why would it be in that category?
No, it's much more important than that. What's the last thing you happen to remember?
No, it's much more important than that. What's the last thing you happen to remember?
Edited 2021-06-20 22:29 (UTC)
(Excuse him, he did not touch Bella when she couldn't consent. Even when she nearly begged! Please, Masaomi!!! Manipulation doesn't count!)
Perhaps you're not dead at all, Kida-kun, aren't you so lucky?
Perhaps you're not dead at all, Kida-kun, aren't you so lucky?
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