The salt on the air stings his nose and tongue. The briny scent is foreign to Izaya; it is unlike him to wonder near the ocean. Be it the blinding artificial lights of the Disney resort attractions against the night sky or something else, Izaya isn’t sure, yet his mind searches for the reason for his sudden yearning for Tokyo Bay. The distant sound of music and laughter come from the amusement park, but Izaya’s eyes can only focus on the black ocean calling to him.
Survival instinct scratches at his brain. He doesn’t possess the ability to swim, so why would he be here, alone and pondering, rather than watching the many tourists grouping together only minutes away? Izaya knows it’s ridiculous, but he feels a need to be in the ocean. It’s as if his body craves the icy bite of the water, pulling him into the dark depths until…what? It’s not a suicidal kind of yearning; the many hours talking to and studying suicidal humans teaches him that. He wants to stay alive and learn what this calling means. The ocean is speaking to him almost as if it’s a siren’s call. Do sirens exist in this world? If other supernatural creatures like a Dullahan can roam free in Ikebukuro, Izaya supposes it isn’t completely enigmatic. Still, he doesn’t hear any beautiful singing like he’s read about in folklore. It feels deeper and more instinctual, as if he’ll die if he continues breathing oxygen and feeling the cool air on his skin.
Izaya smiles and takes a step, letting his shoe sink into the damp sand. Only a few moments pass before the freezing water slaps against his leg and drenches his shoe. He doesn’t let the instinctual want to pull away from the cold deter him, and he walks into the water like he’s just walking down the street of Shinjuku. Soon, Izaya is completely submerged.
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