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" I love them. " Independent {Selective} Izaya Orihara.  Written by Leita

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Taking deep shaky breaths he couldn’t help but hunch over, his lungs burning as he tried to breath more evenly. “Ge-__..” Maybe should have cut back on the cigarettes. “Get out here you sneaky bastard!” Shizuo couldn’t believe he had lost sight of the pest, over something as stupid as having been winded. 

                                     “Come out here and face me!” 

He could only hope the informant was still somewhat close, hating the idea of Izaya missing out on his mindless yelling and grade school insults. 

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The flea had successfully lodged himself under the animal’s skin. { Which wasn’t a very hard feat when it came to whom the host was } By now he was bouncing to and fro, looking to cause that undesirable itch to the underbelly of the city he was sucking dry.

There is a familiar snicker paired with a bold action. He can already see the headliner to this particular thread: ‘Ikebukuro’s Strongest, Or Anti-Tobacco’s next spokesperson?’

Honestly, why would he come out of his hiding place when it provided such a great angle?

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{ to: this dude } Trust me, if I was that defensive, I would’ve blocked you. { to: this dude } If you must know, I happen to like various foods. I can’t pick a favorite.

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{ Txt: } But you’re not denying you’re still defensive~

{ Txt: } That’s no answer!! What is the first choice that came to mind when the question was originally asked??

[kadota--kyohei]

uziya

All he wanted was a coffee. It was too early in the morning to do any sort of reading and he had work later on to do so making plans with the gang was out. So he drank on, looking out the window of his apartment, hoping to enjoy the last of the dawn.

And then Izaya.

There he was across the street, looking down at his phone. Kadota wondered if it was a good idea to even go out there and acknowledge him, realizing the broker probably knew he would. He sighed and got up, mug in hand foregoing getting his jacket but opting for the hat. He tucked it on his head before heading out the door. “Yo.”

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And like a bad omen, in worn out clad and faux fur, stood the informant. Loitering about a street light that hadn’t yet dimmed despite the oncoming sunrise. The streets were soon to pick up as the rush of early morning traffic paced on, but for now they remained relatively motionless.

Whatever business was currently being conducted via shady text was, as usual, sworn in secrecy. The device was pocketed as quickly as a winning lotto ticket, a devilish smirk rising into place just seconds before his attention was called for. 

“Ah, Dota-chin ! What a pleasant surprise it is seeing you here.” 

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uziya (x)

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{ to: this dude } Uh, well, why would you need to even know? 

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{ Txt: } What’s wrong with wanting to get to know you better?

{ Txt: } Jeeeeeeese you’re so defensive!! 

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That’s the face of a little shit that knows exactly what he did to deserve this threat.

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“… You seem a little excited.”

Izaya’s nudge earned her just a few steps forward, bracing herself against the pavement. Yes, it was good to take chances, to live ‘on the edge’ and to act without thinking of the consequences – but that was only when the consequences of doing something wrong weren’t life altering.

There was a difference in repercussion between something like eating dessert before dinner, and initiating a gang war.

“I don’t know that that’s the guy, I could be totally wrong. How bad would it be if I just approached him out of nowhere?”

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The predatory grip around her shoulder falls loose as the informant shrugs. His body language may hide his true excitement, but one cannot change their aura. This is intoxicating, intriguing, exhilarating. He could not have provided a better scenario for himself nor could she have proven to be a better subject. There is the most euphoric buzz coming off his person, drawing in the curiosity of human instinct and lingering just long enough to ensnare it.

 He is aware of this, and it only causes the ever-present grin to pull even tighter at his cheeks. 

There is a certain d a n g e r that lingers in his gaze, as those chestnut hues lock onto her own for as long as they can. His knowledge in human deflection is clouding like a storm in the back of his mind, but for now he decides the opportunity is far too great to worry over risk. 

“ — Pretty bad. ”

“ ...But what if I told you that you had a means of verifying he was the guy. ” 

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{ Txt: } Come on K-chan! You STILL haven’t told me what your favorite food is??

{ Txt: } What gives! 😒😒😒😭😭😭

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The pad of an index finger balanced the handle of a flick blade, while the parallel opposite took the dare with the corresponding side. The sharpened metal pricked at the soft skin beneath the nail bed, but did not break it.

The informant mused over this fact, a long twist of philosophical thoughts cut short by the oncoming presence of an all-too-familiar human.

“Long time, no see.”

“You’re either here to take or to give: the only subject of interest would be information, correct ?” { Lest he was in for a surprise. } “So tell me, Masaomi-kun, what will it be today?”

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THE ACT OF GORETOGRAPHY. ❞

- C l i c k -

It’s a simple sound, well known to almost all members of society in this day and age: the shudder of a camera. Low and behold, the photographer makes zero effort to conceal himself within the darkness of the city shadows.

But despite how bold the observation may be, the glee in his tone cannot mask the fact he’s positioned himself far enough { away } from the crime scene to ensure a head start.

“ W-o-w. I’ve never seen anyone approach body disposal like that before. ”

                        “ —— Oh ? How irritating. Maybe you should get out more. ”

Monolithic spat, needline teeth seething against the curl of her lips as she retorts ( between HORROR’S JAWS crunches the bones of odysseus, holy and raw, ECHIDNA and her poison tongue plucking what is left of his insipid marrow; his corpse at her feet, his hands at the steps of her shrine as she stands from her gorey communion ). “ Isn’t that a little bit creepy, taking pictures of girls while they eat ? ” It’s almost a joke.

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“Quite the contrary. If I got out anymore than I already did I might’ve just ended up on the other side of this camera.” An add to the effect, a search for trepidation as slender digits danced the mobile device mid-air. A taunt. Or perhaps an ill-humored joke as well. A small reminder that whatever he had up his sleeve, he’d pull it at all costs to get the upper hand. Or at least to keep his own.

“ — Kinda’ like you.”

And how fascinatingly creepy it was. As much for him to sit and watch as it was for her to continue dining long after she’d been caught. 

“Creepy? Now you’re just hurting my feelings. I’m just a poor guy that happened to be caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, wouldn’t you believe? Lucky enough for you... I’m more interested in keeping this city’s best kept secrets to myself.” And always, of course, at a price.

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━━ Shit, shit, shit! He had known who was definitely behind this. After several days going through gangs and whatnot to keep a serious mission of collecting money from people that were in debt for several years and successfully doing it with a knife in the back, the blond wasn’t practically clueless of who was the culprit. Hell no. He definitely knew who the fuck it was. Dashing up to Izaya in a swift walk, Shizuo banged his head against the informant’s head in an anger manner, mocha hues staring with anger and vengeance. “You… You little shit! You almost got me killed several times there, along with my job on stake…! You damn flea! You already knew that I had this serious debt shit to do, right? So you end up paying gangs to hunt my ass… Ain’t that right?!” And to think that it was that difficult. Of course it was difficult with this piece of shit trying to get on his case! “Me, dead? Hah! You’re the one that’s gonna be fuckin’ dead by the time the sunset sets, you rotten piece of trash! Don’t ya fuckin’ run this time either! Or I’ll pin ya down and strangle ya until ya don’t see the next day!”

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“Aw, c’mon, Shizu-chan. You’ve got so many accusations and really...nothing to back it up.” The collision of what felt like titanium to the front of his skull naturally caused the informant to pause. { He noted the impact could be enough to cause a bruise later } Nonetheless, he caught himself on the heels of swift feet, swiveling around the other in an expertise fashion as soon as the death threat was made.

An exasperated sigh. Really, there was no reasoning with this guy. But it was good to hear the trouble he’d sent his way had almost put him down.

“Can you prove that I was the one who sent those rascals to come give you trouble? Surely you can’t.” The signature flick of a blade, pointed midair towards the the blond’s left carotid artery,

“ — Which is kinda’ sad, you see, because the matter of fact is: you’re absolutely right.”

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Izaya - Durarara

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“Oh man. You sure showed those guys, huh?”

The informant moved with slick precision, joint fluidity as rounded and natural as that of a snake. There was a pause in speech while he wrapped an inner elbow around the body of a street light, wild amusement only barely visible at the angle he’d contorted into.

“I wonder what’ll happen when their boss finds out.”

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