Infine Unus Solus Esse Potest
(In The End, There Can Only Be One.)
Why, hello there person who has wandered into my world.~
I am 24 year old, Izaya Orihara, and I am a powerful and skilled underground informant who gives out information for my own amusement.
If you have the right payment;
I have the information.
(~Independent RP blog for Izaya Orihara.~
Track the tag Humanlover)
M!A Status: N/A
Main Partner Status:
Happily in a loving relationship with: Psyche
[Most relationships are AU]
he stopped speaking and stared. “thanks…. you could be nicer you know.”
“I have no clue as to what you are referring to. If I was being mean, then I’d leave you to your own devices. I’m being nice by taking you under my wing again.”
Chuckling slyly after he had said this.
Just like all the rest of his days, new clients started to arrive. He was curious as to where all these people kept coming from, and sometimes he’d much prefer privacy or a night, but it would rarely stop him from inviting his customer inside.
“Welcome. How may I help you tonight?”
Mikado felt a light ping in his chest and shook his head once more. “I didn’t throw that all away. It’s obvious I still care about you if I’m not attacking you or yelling at you…how could I hate someone who’s protected me and kept me safe for so long? How can a bird leave it’s mother’s nest so quickly when they still need to learn how to fly?” he sighed softly.
He did strike something in Izaya to make the informant trust him incredibly. To show him everything that day.. and Mikado to only gently run his fingers over them and cherish each one with a soft brush of his lips. He didn’t want to startle the informant or ruin the mood.
"…I’ve been put in a pit with sharks ready to attack… I don’t have the savior anymore…."
Huffing an irritated sigh, he then turned to face the teen reluctantly.
“You wanna know what I am doing here?
Remember that month back when I told you that I’d get rid of all of your problems?
I’m doing that. I’m getting rid of it. Of him.
It’s just taking me a little longer and putting me into more trouble than it should have, is all.
But a few punches here and there is nothing that I can’t handle. I’ll wear them as war scars like the rest of them. My achievements. ”
The informant had not given up on his goal. Defeat the leader of the Blue Squares and keep Mikado safe and keep his plan in action at the same time. It was like killing two birds with one stone, but while keep up to a promise as well. One that he deeply cared about.
“I don’t need your help, Mikado. I don’t need you to save me in this one. You just keep yourself safe from them and I’ll keep doing my job.
Protecting the boss.”
So, I got distracted because of this.
I really should stop touching it. It just keeps getting more and more progress done and I am never sure that it’s finished or not.
What do you guys think?
“Well, replies will be slightly slow because mun is a complete idiot of a man and while trying to kill a fly with a tobacco packet, Heiwajima’d it and proceeded to slam the back of his left hand flat against a wall and cut his finger open and hurt his knuckles.
The things I deal with.”
“Mun has things to do. So, we must leave. Might be back later. If not, then we shall do promised starters and replies tomorrow.
Sorry, my lovelies.”
he bit his lip in a slight annoyed way. “izaya just do this please I’m not asking for much.”
“Fine, fine. You can come work for me once again as long as you stop your whining.”
He replied with a huff. He had always found the blonde teen to be irritating, but he always found him the most entertaining in some situations, especially..
“But remember, just like before. I tell you what to do and I give the final word. Can’t have you walking around doing as you please and ruining my plans. ”
He added on to make sure that there was no misunderstanding and that this was purely for business.
My god that’s an awesome haircut. o3o And those snake bites. I must say, you’re very attractive. >.<
//Why, thank you! I actually have a few more piercings than just those two. ewe I plan on getting more. Well, at least one more.
[[I SEE THAT IZAYA JACKET YOU’RE WEARING. >8I Do you still cosplay him? xD]]
//I bought that jacket in a clothes store and it’s perfect. It’s like his long version of his jacket. And I do cosplay him when I’m not at work and not cosplaying anything else. The jacket is the best thing that I have ever bought.
Mikado remembered exactly what he told Izaya that day. And he was right. What would he care? He told him he was done with his shit… With the little games that was played to fool around with the boy. But he never hated his elders. Especially after Izaya tried to fill that gap when the blond left him without care.
Without even saying good bye or trying to keep in contact with him. He hated Masaomi..for that reason exactly. The cheater…
"…I said everything out of anger because of what you said. Because…you made me jealous…You made me sound like a toy you could just dispose of without a care in the world… So…" Mikado gave a sad look to the ground, "…I disposed myself…because I thought that was what you wanted. Because I thought you were tired of me… After everything you’ve done for me to make me feel better again. To help me grow from the pain and get back on my feet as a leader."
Mikado shook his head and raised his chin to look into the alley way, “…forget everything I said… Just leave. You were about to anyways. Ignore your garbage and just kick it off to the side…”
“You’re nothing short of an idiot if you ever thought that I ever saw you as a toy. I’m more your toy than you’ll ever be mine. You’re the leader of the Dollars and I am a follower. If anything, you’re my boss, I am your informant. And I knew this straight from the first day that my eyes met with your’s.
If you were just a toy, I would never have done what I did a year ago and allowed you to see my scars in the process. I don’t even want to look at them, so why the hell would I let someone else see them?
Not even Shizu-chan is allowed to see them. I would rather cease to exist than to allow the world to see them. So, why the hell would you be nothing but a toy to me?”
Admitting this was hard for the informant, talking about his scars was hard also. It hurt to remember them. It hurt to even look at them. If the teen could never understand that the informant had even the slightest bit of care for the idiot of a teen, then he would just wonder why the teen was still clinging to him. It’s true, the teen was acting like a leech, but the informant never minded. The attention was nice, and at least he was always under the informant’s wing that way. Away from direct danger as long as he was near him.
“And you threw that all away. As if it was just trash. I am trash, I know, but I’m trash that knows my place, and that’s in a higher place. At least I know when to stop. ”
- human-lover started following you.
” Well, well…”
“Looks like the roles have reversed… Now you’re the one following me.”
Of course, Izaya hadn’t known Beyond followed him before - or at least, he hadn’t made it known that he was aware - but still.
” — Can I help you with something?”
“Oh, dear. Looks like you found me out! I guess I just got a little interested because you followed me earlier so I decided to follow you also.~”
He admitted while also answering the question that he was queried about. He really had no real agenda with this man, and it was just simple curiosity, but if anyone knew Izaya, they knew that he always had a second objective up his sleeve.
If there was one thing that the informant loved so much, it was receiving clients day in and day out at his work base, but there were days that he just wished that he could relax, and some days, he did.
Today was one of those days.
Even the informant needed to take breaks and as soon as he heard the door swing open, he huffed a sigh and laid into his arms upon his desk in a nonchalant manner, not even looking up to see who it was so he wouldn’t gain interest.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not taking any customers today. You’ll have to leave.”
MIkado turned his head in the slightest as he watched Izaya take his leave. No business with him tonight… No business ever…
The teen outstretched his arm to grasp Izaya’s sleeve, opening his mouth to say something. Nothing came out. What could he even say…? He sighed and slowly released, letting his arm fall limp to his side.
"…it’s funny…how after Masaomi left, you were the first to take his place and offer a hand…" tired blue eyes looked up at the informant, sensing no emotions or care… Neither at all, "…And here I am watching the person who showed or gave a shit..walking away. You and Aoba and Anri are all I truly have left… Look who’s the leech…"
Nearly close to snapping as his arm was tugged, feeling the grip upon the coat material wrapped around his person, he turned to look at the teen before noticing the change of expression.
It was true. He couldn’t portray any form of sympathy or hate. No like or dislike. The things he heard and saw exactly a month, three days and 6 hours ago. He knew exactly how long it had been; Mentally counting it over and over because of what happened.
He would never forget.
But what he heard next made his stomach sink.
“Why would you care anyway?”
Was what was said next with piercing words as the red optics narrowed and that smile that once inhabited the lips upon his face soon fell serious.