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 Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 11:12 am
This is a little shop called Deathdelivery, for a fee they will delivery anything to any location in the world. -Winks at Koko, the girl behind the desk- NO NO PLEASE, I DIDN'T MEAN IT! -gets smacked- Okay, so they will delivery anything, just do not hit on Koko, least you want to end up like poor old Nana.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 2:10 pm
____Izaya Orihara___________ "I love love love love love love humans, but remember I love humans in general not anybody in particular. "
"I wonder if Taku-chan has received my gift yet?" Izaya Orihara wondered aloud as he walked into the mail office. It was rare that he voiced his thoughts, but on days like today he could let it slide. Thoughts were secrets, and any secret could be sold at the right price. So Izaya was careful to keep his secrets all internal, in his line of work letting information about himself slip out for free was a danger. For the scrawnily built man who wore an eskimo coat at all times, even in hot weather, his career was one of the many things about life he enjoyed. Izaya continued to walk with spring in his steps. Unlike most times when he forced himself to appear cheerful to mess further with the minds of the humans he loved so much, Izaya was genuinely happy on this day. Today marked the start of a new semester at DWMA, meaning that new humans and weapons would be coming from all over to live in Death City. It also meant new clients for his booming information business. Most importantly though, this marked the day it had been three years since he left Reno, his twin sisters and his arch-enemy behind.
Izaya danced to the counter, surprised at the lack of a line at this business in the middle of an afternoon. He figured it was the fact that Shibusen was starting another semester that drove business away from this side of town. Every once in awhile, after a change of some sort, Death City became unsettled. People lived their daily lives, and tried to progress as if everything was normal, but how long could they ignore what was going on before their eyes. Those brief outbreaks of madness within the city, and the masses attempts to ignore it were a joy for Izaya to behold. He believed that whenever people gathered together, an outbreak of madness was bound to occur sometime. Watching the result of that had always been a perk of his position as watcher of the city.
Izaya tapped his fingers on the counter, as the clerk, a decent-looking female, asked what he wanted to deliver. "Actually, I'm hoping to receive a package Koko," Izaya said in response, not caring to address the lady with formality. Those types of manners were too much of a hassle for Izaya, he preferred to talk to people directly. After all, everybody was the same. Sure they had different personalities, appearances and souls, but on the grand scale of things people were just people. He has never genuinely liked a person, and has only hated Taku-chan. Before his eyes, all were equal, in a way he was fairer than lord death himself. But, enough of that, he had to pick up a package.
"Izaya Orihara, my name is a combination of the biblical Isaiah, and the Japanese word for 'He who overlooks'," He was waiting for a package from his family back in Ikebukuro. From as long as he could remember, Izaya had lived far apart from his younger twin sisters, and parents. He was the type of independent child that would go to school all the way across the ocean, if it meant avoiding his family. They weren't bad, at least his parents weren't. His sisters were another story, even more troublesome than Taku-chan. Why he was waiting for a package on this particular day was because of them as well. His sisters, despite his annoyance with them, were good for sending him new weapons. His old flicker knife was losing its spring, and Izaya had wrote to them asking for a new one. He trusted his sisters more than he did any human to find him the proper weapon. There was another reason as well, Izaya as an information broker liked to visit every shop in the business district. It gave him a feel for the city. He also had a few contacts in every shops. His contact here allowed him to receive a weapon through the mail system fairly easily. Most people abandoned there morals and loyalty to the job the moment a few green bills were flashed in front of their eyes, it was a beautiful sight to behold.
"Yes, that looks right. Kiriu sent it, well she is the one who usually does all the work," Izaya spoke to Koko, trying to fake a fondness in his voice for his sisters. He signed off at his package, and then picked up the box. It could fit in his hands, so he could guess what was inside. As he left the shop, he tore the package open, unable to contain his excitement. Izaya had the ability to create weapons from thin air, but nothing pleased him more than a handy flick-blade. After he had cleared the wrapping, he opened the disguise box and found his weapon hidden inside. Izaya retreated to a back alley and undid the plastic wrap around his knife. His old one had gotten so rusty, it was strange to see a flicker blade in such good condition. "You two sisters may be annoying, but you always deliver," He let his thoughts escape his mouth once more. He held the light weapon in his hands, flipping it between his fingers. With a solid movement, Izaya kicked a bottle up into the air and flipped the blade. The bottle was cut clear in half in an instant. "I was off by a second, I should readjust to a faster blade," Izaya noted before he slunk back into the alleyway. There had been an envelope addressed to him taped to the knife, he had to read it somewhere private. An information agent never revealed things about himself for free.
Izaya waited in the alleyway behind the delivery office until all was clear. With a flick of his new knife, the seal on the envelope was opened. It was a letter from his sisters, that was to be expected as they had sent him the package. It was short though, his sisters had never had a talent for words.
- Dear Big Bro Izaya,
We got the present you wanted, hope it makes up for us missing your birthday last year. Not that you missed us. Mom and Dad are fine, but they forgot to tell you that the whole family moved from Japan to America last year. They've always been kinda slow like that. Now that we have the ability too, Kiriu and I are going to visit you in Death City. So look out for us there.
-Signed the Twins.
Izaya sighed, of course his good day would be ruined by this. The twins had always been more trouble than they were worth. They were his sisters after all. However, they did do a good job smuggling weapons, this knife felt amazing to him. With everything, there was a give and take. Izaya learned that lesson this day. It was always good for an information agent to be learning things.
[//1169]
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