to be human

Izaya Orihara//fated promises rp

[mizudere]

Watercolors [Open]

Even though water had been always his number one means of escaping reality when he was feeling stressed, there was only so much Haruka could do in a bathtub, and it wasn’t quite as relaxing as swimming in a pool, letting the water engulf his whole being and wash his worries away.

When the pool wasn’t accessible and the tub wasn’t enough, though, he found himself drawn to his sketchbook, which proved to be enough of a distraction to put his mind at ease for as long as finishing a simple drawing lasted—a few minutes, if he was particularly irritated having no patience to finish a complicated piece, a few hours if he was feeling inspired—and although the raven-haired’s mood wasn’t bad today he still went out to the park because, well, he loved drawing and painting almost as much as he loved swimming. Key word being almost.

There wasn’t any pool in which he could swim today, though, and with his parents out for work for the rest of the day and with nothing productive for him to do locked up in his apartment, he decided it would be a good idea to spend his day drawing in the sun, and here he was, with a decent sketch of the scenery before him starting to take a nice form in the paper, the pencil in his hands moving swiftly along the page; a concentrated expression on his face with a slight frown and the tip of is tongue peeking out every once in a while to run along his bottom lip as the drawing progressed.

As he lifted his gaze to take in the details of the scene he was drawing, though, his vision was blocked by someone who didn’t look like they were going to move anytime soon. They didn’t seem to be doing it on purpose though, so he swallowed his irritation and cleared his throat loudly to catch the person’s attention before speaking.

"You’re blocking the view."

[sociopathsus]

Izaya Orihara was most certainly doing it on purpose. Being that his primary directive was to annoy at all costs, he couldn't help but notice the cute brunette boy enjoying himself so peacefully. He just had to ruin it. However, the boy's curt and quite frankly rude response to this act had caught him off guard. Most people would politely ask him to move, or even just move themselves, yet this boy possessed a backbone unseen to Izaya. Very interesting, indeed.

The informant smirked and turned around, casting his gaze to the honest blue eyes before him.

"Hm, would you be addressing me? My deepest apologies, but you must be misinformed here. You see, I am the view." Izaya replied. This was all said with the utmost seriousness.

[hiroyuzumi]

A Little Trouble on the Way Home

[hiroyuzumi]

As Chihiro heard those words, the warning bells inside his brain immediately rang. While he normally brush off these kinds of approach, but this one was way too much to handle, if he were to put it into words. He seemed to be the type of person who would not hesitate to attack back if he was to be provoked. The man was immediately on his sphere of ‘people he should avoid at all costs’.

If there was one thing that he would thank Akashi for, however, was that he taught him the ability to hide his emotions. Plus, he may just be thinking too much about the other person. Decided that he’ll humor himself to test if his instincts were right, the gray-haired teen put on his usual blank face and stared at the other stoically, even if he could feel a bead of cold sweat trailing down the back of his neck.

"I’m Mayuzumi Chihiro. I just finished my night classes for today and I was about to head home when I bumped into you. I guess it would be fair enough if you would tell me your name as well." Chihiro responded curtly.

[sociopathsus]

Izaya grinned, noticing that the boy was nervous. If there was one thing Izaya loved about himself was his ability to intimidate. 

"What's that face for, hm, Chihiro-chaaaan?~ Don't I get a smile at least? It's rather rude to greet someone so robotically. Buuut I suppose you deserve my name as well."

Izaya gave a little mock bow, his nearly glowing eyes focused completely on Chihiro. That stare would be quite unnerving for anyone on the receiving end.

"Orihara Izaya, at your service. I'm new here, so be gentle with me, ne? Although I think I feel a smidgen of a bruise on my poor behind...care to check for me, Chihiro-chan?" Izaya suggested licentiously. He was just toying with the poor boy, of course, but it was the informant's primary directive to piss off and/or make uncomfortable anyone he came across. He was very proud of that reputation.

[peaceful-violinist]

Shopping Spree [@Izaya]

[peaceful-violinist]

Kahoko was startled, to say the least, at the pale hand that appeared out of seemingly nowhere to grab a container of the very item she had desperately trying to get a hold of for the past five minutes. It was a natural reaction really, considering as she hadn’t even heard the person approaching and she had to inwardly shake her head at how distracted she became when coffee was concerned.

Nonetheless, her struggles seemed to have been noticed by someone who was kind enough to get a container of coffee for her and put an end to her misery. She felt immense relief that she hadn’t had to resort to her more drastic plan after all and promptly whirled around with a smile to face thank her coffee saviour but froze at what she saw.

Her smile slipped off her disbelieving face as golden orbs watched with horror as HER coffee went into HIS basket.

For a moment in time, all she could do was stare at the smirking stranger, almost as if her brain was having trouble computing what had just come to pass. She really hadn’t been expecting that to happen though and still couldn’t quite figure out how to react to the situation.

"Having trouble?"

At the verbal question, Kahoko figured she should at least try to put her feelings into words and give some sort of answer to the pilfering coffee person but unfortunately her speech capabilities weren’t quite functioning just yet.

"I… You… My coffee…"

[sociopathsus]

Izaya could barely contain his mirth at the girl's shocked face. It was a bit of a tradition for the man to annoy and/or mildly inconvenience everyone he met, no matter how cute. He wouldn't be too harsh on her though. Izaya chucked, looking for all the world as if he didn't know what he had done.

"Oh? Your coffee? I was under the impression that things on supermarket shelves belonged to no one until paid for. And, considering the coffee is now in my basket, I believe custody goes to me."

He then gave a lackadaisical little wave to the other, lesser brands of coffee on the shelves.

"You're welcome to try any of these other ones though. Unless you'd like to beg for this back?"

This was much too fun.

[hiroyuzumi]

A Little Trouble on the Way Home

It was another night class finished, and Chihiro, if he were to be honest with himself, was extremely tired. With his coaching duties at Swansea High’s basketball club, along with his night classes that ends at ten-thirty at night, he cpuld feel exhaustion seeping in.

Now that he remembered, Kahoko was living with him now. He practically took her in because he wanted to help, or so he said. Truthfully, he was a little lonely. With only his cat back then, he quite missed the company of someone. It so happened that the red haired girl, after their chance meeting at a library, ended up being his friend. His best friend to be exact.

The gray-haired teen thought that his housemate might’ve been waiting for him. He took his steps faster than usual, and he failed to notice the figure in front of him. The two of them landed on their bottom, with Chihiro’s books scattering on the pavement.

Dusting himself off, he picked up his books and stood up, extending one of his hand for the stranger to grab.

"I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking. Are you alright?"

[sociopathsus]

Izaya was, by nature, a graceful creature. Many had often commented that he moved with the ease of a jungle cat, or rather, scurried like a flea. This was why it came as such a surprise that, for once, the man had landed flat on his ass! Sore, and a bit peeved, he reluctantly took the boy's hand, quickly letting go to dust his ass off.

"Well at least you realize the error of your ways. There's no worries, dear, I'm quite used to being pushed around. But usually I'm able to retaliate."

Izaya smiled, roving his eyes over the other boy. Not bad at all.

"Who might you be? And what brings you out here so late, and so vulnerable? It's not safe, you know."

[peaceful-violinist]

It was a fine day for a walk or more specifically a shopping trip to purchase groceries, something she had been putting off for a while due the numerous storms that had hit Nox that week. Glancing at the list in her hands compiled by both her and Chihiro, she took note of what she would be looking...

[sociopathsus]

Moving was a tedious project. Not only that, but the movers themselves didn't seem to know grasp that Izaya's computers were his life, and proceeded to treat them like ragdolls. They were not tipped, needless to say. He had been wandering around, seeing the sights, scoping the delicious specimens going about their daily lives. It occurred to Izaya that, in his haste to move, he had not picked up any amount of food on which to thrive on.

That would not do. So, strolling into the nearest supermarket, he wanted to at the very least find something instant and decent. However, the man was distracted by a rather adorable girl, struggling to reach...coffee, was it? All the better, as Izaya needed some as well. He merely smirked and grabbed the brand she seemed to desire, although instead of handing it to her, he threw it into his own basket.

"Having trouble?"

[sociopathsus]

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

"Well, isn't that a question! Nothing makes me feel more warm and gushy inside than watching my fellow humans squirm. Happiness is a fleeting and much less pretty emotion when displayed on their faces. I much prefer anguish, depression, aggression, and so on and so forth.~"