Normal
DEATH Breathe.
In.
Out.
Escape.
Death is waiting for you.
Everyone has gone insane, no one is normal anymore.
My parents don’t care.
My friends have changed.
My life has become one failure after another.
Perhaps If I were brave enough to jump off this building someone would get their act together, because these years I’ve spent alive haven’t been all for nothing.
Right?
We got to die sometime.
I guess now’s my time.
I braced myself aaaannnnnddd…..
“You sure you want to do that?” A man’s voice asked.
Surprised doesn’t even begin to describe or be the excuse to the stupidity of my actions.
I gasped, spinning around wildly to look at a man I couldn’t care less about at that moment for the fact that my foot slipped and I was now sailing off of the edge of the building.
My body went into survival mode, grasping for anything in its reach.
The world went in slow motion, titling as I went backwards.
The man ran towards me, black hair snagging in the wind and wide grayblue eyes filled with emotion I didn’t have the brain cells at the moment to care about.
He stretched out a hand, trying to catch mine, fingers grazing for a fraction of a second, but it was too late.
I twisted as I fell, trying to take hold of this last bit of my life.
My mind screamed at me.
No! Damnit! If I die, it will be on my own terms! Not because of some idiot who scared the shit out of me! I die when I decide I want to!
I reached for the fire escape, hands closing around the cool metal, my body obliging with gravity and yanking my arms out of their sockets. I screamed in the fire red pain before finally just letting my body dangle there.
The man on the rooftop leaned over the edge, looking down at me; on the surface of his face was a smirk.
But I could see much more.
I could see the scare I’d given him all though he won’t admit that to truth.
I glared up at him, a growl in my throat as I swung myself up onto the platform of the fire escape, getting a leg onto a metal bar first to help me.
Got to love the gymnastics lessons my parents put me through.
Slowly and carefully I made my way back up to the rooftop, regaining my composure and trying the keep the anger that settled in my gut on a tight leash.
“My name is Izaya Orhiara.” He said with a trademark smirk, his eyes flashing with madness.
He was insane.
But then again, this whole world was insane.
The funny thing is, in this city, it was normal to meet strange men on rooftops.
I snorted. “Do I look like I care?” I tightened the hold on my anger before speaking again. “What the hell do you want?” I crossed my arms over my chest, keeping distance between the lunatic, and me.
“I want to see if you truly DO want to die. It didn’t quite work out the way I was expecting, but the same desired effects.” To anyone else his pose at that time would have seemed slightly psychotic, mysterious, and unreadable. “Turns out, when death is involved. You really don’t want to die.”
To me he just looked like a fool.
He thought he won.
But nope, not with me.
I wondered briefly how many others he’s pulled this on or toyed around with like a cat and mouse.
I laughed. Flat out laughed.
“I do. I just don’t enjoy dying when there’s a fresh idiot to talk to.”
He blinked, surprise momentarily flashing across his face before settling in his eyes.
I could see straight through him, the fear of my falling was still there, and he was surprised to see me.
Like I was something different than what he expected.
“Not the girl you were expecting, huh?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and chuckling softly.
He took a small step forward, a new smirk on his face.
I snorted; the surprise and shock were obvious to me in his movements.
For some reason, this man, Izaya, is like an open book to me.
I didn’t care to wonder why.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
This time it was my turn to smirk.
Arms still crossed over my chest I walked towards him until I was right under his nose and he had to look down at me.
“My name? Well that’s something you just don’t need to know.”
He whipped out a knife so fast I almost didn’t see it; he pressed it against the skin of my neck as if it was a threat.
He somehow managed to get behind me so he could bend own over me and whisper in my ear.
“So cocky. I wouldn’t be if I were you.” His break tickled my ear.
I chuckled. “Then let’s be glad you aren’t me. Go ahead; I’m full prepared to die if you haven’t noticed.
I am?
I couldn’t see him, but I knew the courage and confidence was shaken up.
I pushed the hand with the knife away walking towards the exit.
“It’s been fun Orihara; I don’t think I’m going to jump today. Maybe I’ll see you around again.” I called out over my shoulder, the door to the rooftop slamming behind me.
LIFE
“KIDA PLEASE!!” I yelped as he squeezed the breath from my lungs in a bear hug.
“What were you thinking stupid?” He grumbled, tapping his knuckles on my head. “I haven’t seen you in forever then I have to hear that you fell off the side of a building?!”
“Halfway and please stop.” I pushed his hand away from my head, laughing.
“Why the hell would you do that?! What were you thinking?!”
“You’re really going to yell about this?” His eyes were clouded with worry for his friend’s safety and I smiled. “I was thinking maybe I could be road kill food for all the stray dogs around here.”
“That’s not funny, ______” He laughed.
“Then why you laughing, idiot?”
He thwacked my back, forcing my retaliation with a full on tackle attack.
Basically, my fighting skills are an epic fail to life and so I basically just clung to his back and weakly pounded my fists on his shoulders.
He looked over his shoulder at me, one eyebrow raised as I clung to him.
“Oh no you do-” I started, but it was too late.
He bolted forward with track star speed.
“KIDA!!!!!” I screamed, wrapping my arms around his waist to keep from falling on my head.
This also was a very normal occurrence.
HIM
This girl needed to get out of my mind.
Right now.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her even if I wanted to.
She wasn’t afraid of me, not even remotely.
She was amazing.
Different.
Something I’ve never seen before.
I had to know her name, if only for the fact that I was so shaken up I spilled the drink stupidly on the counter of the restaurant.
I started wiping up the spill, my eyes automatically going to the streets where my favorite subjects roamed around.
“KIDA!! I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW THERE WILL BE A PERMANENT DENT IN YOUR HEAD!!” a very familiar voice yelled at the top of her lungs.
I smiled, leaving the money at my table and walking out of the restaurant.
There she was, on Kida’s back, her hair catching in the wind and a smile on her face.
Her eyes glittered with laughter and annoyance, and strange reflections played across her as Kida took her through the streets.
“Kida-kun.” I called out, stopping him in an instant, her still on his back.
Kida let go of her and the girl dropped to the ground, her head bobbing up to look at me with an expression that screamed unamused.
Sweat broke out on Kida’s forehead as he smiled a strained smile at me. “Izaya.” He said with broken formality.
The girl, the same enchanting, difficult yet oddly enticing girl on the other hand, did not speak with such formality. “Get lost, Orihara. Nobody wants you here.” She gave me another look that said she could see straight through my cool demeanor.
“Is THIS that dude?” Kida asked, jaw dropping.
She scoffed. “Yeah, same lame brain as yesterday. I don’t get what the big deal is.”
“_____, you need to get out of here.” Kida said, trying to push her away.
“God don’t be such a scardey cat.” She pushed him away.
“______? Huh? So that’s your name.” I said with a satisfied smirk, some part of me liking the way her name sounded on my lips.
“Thanks, Kida.” ____ muttered, crossing her arms over her chest and fixing me with another deadly glare that sent my heart spinning on edge. “What do you want, Izaya? What’s the point of pissing me off right now?”
“I just wanted to say hello. Maybe figure out your name.”
“Mission accomplished, now go away.”
I loved the way she wasn’t afraid of me, the way everything I did was inferior to her.
I liked the way she presented a challenge to me.
Some goal to reach for.
Something possible in the future for me.
I loved the way she was not amused.
Not afraid.
Not anything.
I think I love her.
My heart twisted around the words.
I think?
Right?
Cuz that’s what this is.
Love?
HER
Izaya smirked at me, something in this smirk was lethal and at the same time……cute?
My heart did a little back flip and I wanted to yell at it for doing such a thing for this psycho.
He walked towards me, Kida took a step towards me but I don’t think even I could stop Izaya at that moment.
He flung me onto his shoulder, looking at Kida.
“HEY!” I yelled, but he ignored me.
“See you around Kida-kun.” And then said lunatic proceeded to walk calmly down the street with me draped over his shoulder.
Of course I was NOT going to just sit back and be kidnapped like that.
I bite, kicked, and screamed. “KIDA!!!” I reached for him.
Kida bolted after us, trying to grab my hand but Izaya was much sneakier and faster and in about no time at all, we lost him.
I pounded my fists into his shoulders and twisted and thrashed. “PUT ME DOWN!!!” I screeched. “I AM NOT A SACK OF POTATOES!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!”
He smirked at me, his eyes full of hidden intentions, and continued to hold me in his vice grip as he walked.
I kicked, and bit, and flailed, and punched, and screamed until I was weak and my voice was lost.
“Are you done now?” He asked, sensing me settle slowly into exhaustion. The smirk just poured from his voice.
I mustered up enough energy to give him one last good double fisted punch as an answer.
It was no use fighting anymore.
He got me, and I was going to be so sore in the morning.
He turned into an apartment complex, carrying me up the stairs and all the way to a polished wood door with a brass plate.
“What do you want with me? “ I barely managed to voice out, my voice sore and weak. The question was just a statement, not one out of fear, more out of annoyance.
His key clicked in the lock as he swung the door inward.
“I want to know what sorts of ‘magic’ you are using.” He stated calmly.
He was insane.
Everyone was frigging insane.
And as usual, kidnapping was normal here.
Being questioned for magical powers, yes that was normal too.
It’s Ikebukuro people. Anything can happen here.
“Magic?” I snorted, laughing so hard my stomach muscles hurt. “What, are you on drugs? I’m a human you idiot.”
He tossed me into the apartment like I was no less than a human book bag or backpack.
I let out a small yelp of pain as my sore muscles hit the hard ground, my body unable to move.
I was utterly exhausted, the funny thing is, it was my own damn fault too.
He casually leaned against the, now closed, door, eyes scanning my face.
I lifted myself into sitting position, glaring at him all the while.
“I’m not on drugs.” He finally stated when I was comfortable. “I’d just like to have a few things answered.”
“And that was worth kidnapping me over?”
He smirked taking one step towards me. “It was actually. I’d like to know how you can see straight through me.” Another step forward. “Why I can’t stop thinking of you in everyone I look. Why my heart pounds faster every time I say your name, see you, think about you, wonder about you. Why you are so very different from any other girl I’ve ever met.” He took a step closer with each sentence, his steps predatory and graceful.
He was nose bent down, his face level with mine.
I was choking on laughter, my sore muscles vibrating with the idiocy of it all. “You sure you’re not on drugs? Because no one is that stupid.”
Izaya smirked, his hands grabbed my wrists, yanking me to my feet and pulling me so close if I slipped forward even a millimeter my face would crash into his.
His breath tickled my face.
“What would you call this? A crush?” He chuckled softly at some inside joke of his own mind. “I don’t think so. I think it’s deeper. Would you call this love?”
It was weird to feel my body reacting this way, to feel my chest constricting, to feel my heart pounding so fast the blood actually made a sound as it rushed through my ears.
It was odd to be unable to think clearly, too feel the heat rush to my cheeks, to feel like I’d become spaghetti noodles in a pot of boiling water.
Something was wrong with me.
But this guy, he was different.
Somehow, somehow I knew that this would work.
Us.
It was weird, and it was scary, but nevertheless, I could see it in his eyes.
The surprise, the unstableness, the difficulty, the smile, the fear.
I could see it all.
Just like an open book.
But, the biggest thing I saw, was love.
And I knew.
This was different.
This was what I needed.
I pushed forward, my lips crashing to his, his surprise making me laugh.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’d call it love.”
AFTERLIFE
Breathe.
In.
Out.
Escape.
Death is waiting for you.
The wind tugged at my hair, at my skin, gently wiping away all worries.
I closed my eyes, balancing my weight for a few seconds before pitching forward falling straight off the edge of the building.
The truth is, death IS waiting for us. It waits for everyone.
I mean, we all got to die sometime.
But the funny thing is.
That time.
Isn’t now.
I twisted at the last second my body now falling backwards.
He caught me.
I smiled, opening my eyes to look up at him.
My breath whooshed as the air collapsed from my lungs.
His eyes momentarily contained the worry of his possible failure to catch me before switching to the love and joy that was an odd combination for Izaya Orihara.
“Hello there.” I said, smirking slightly.
“I caught an angel.”
“I fell from a rooftop.”
“Then a concrete angel.”
“I didn’t come from the earth.”
“Then my angel.”
“That’s better.”
He bent his head down to press his lips to mine. “Always so stubborn to be difficult. “ He whispered.
“But you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“No. I wouldn’t.”
Izaya was insane.
But then again, this whole WORLD is insane.
But that’s normal.
It’s Ikebukuro people.
Here, normal is a funny word.
In.
Out.
Escape.
Death is waiting for you.
Everyone has gone insane, no one is normal anymore.
My parents don’t care.
My friends have changed.
My life has become one failure after another.
Perhaps If I were brave enough to jump off this building someone would get their act together, because these years I’ve spent alive haven’t been all for nothing.
Right?
We got to die sometime.
I guess now’s my time.
I braced myself aaaannnnnddd…..
“You sure you want to do that?” A man’s voice asked.
Surprised doesn’t even begin to describe or be the excuse to the stupidity of my actions.
I gasped, spinning around wildly to look at a man I couldn’t care less about at that moment for the fact that my foot slipped and I was now sailing off of the edge of the building.
My body went into survival mode, grasping for anything in its reach.
The world went in slow motion, titling as I went backwards.
The man ran towards me, black hair snagging in the wind and wide grayblue eyes filled with emotion I didn’t have the brain cells at the moment to care about.
He stretched out a hand, trying to catch mine, fingers grazing for a fraction of a second, but it was too late.
I twisted as I fell, trying to take hold of this last bit of my life.
My mind screamed at me.
No! Damnit! If I die, it will be on my own terms! Not because of some idiot who scared the shit out of me! I die when I decide I want to!
I reached for the fire escape, hands closing around the cool metal, my body obliging with gravity and yanking my arms out of their sockets. I screamed in the fire red pain before finally just letting my body dangle there.
The man on the rooftop leaned over the edge, looking down at me; on the surface of his face was a smirk.
But I could see much more.
I could see the scare I’d given him all though he won’t admit that to truth.
I glared up at him, a growl in my throat as I swung myself up onto the platform of the fire escape, getting a leg onto a metal bar first to help me.
Got to love the gymnastics lessons my parents put me through.
Slowly and carefully I made my way back up to the rooftop, regaining my composure and trying the keep the anger that settled in my gut on a tight leash.
“My name is Izaya Orhiara.” He said with a trademark smirk, his eyes flashing with madness.
He was insane.
But then again, this whole world was insane.
The funny thing is, in this city, it was normal to meet strange men on rooftops.
I snorted. “Do I look like I care?” I tightened the hold on my anger before speaking again. “What the hell do you want?” I crossed my arms over my chest, keeping distance between the lunatic, and me.
“I want to see if you truly DO want to die. It didn’t quite work out the way I was expecting, but the same desired effects.” To anyone else his pose at that time would have seemed slightly psychotic, mysterious, and unreadable. “Turns out, when death is involved. You really don’t want to die.”
To me he just looked like a fool.
He thought he won.
But nope, not with me.
I wondered briefly how many others he’s pulled this on or toyed around with like a cat and mouse.
I laughed. Flat out laughed.
“I do. I just don’t enjoy dying when there’s a fresh idiot to talk to.”
He blinked, surprise momentarily flashing across his face before settling in his eyes.
I could see straight through him, the fear of my falling was still there, and he was surprised to see me.
Like I was something different than what he expected.
“Not the girl you were expecting, huh?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and chuckling softly.
He took a small step forward, a new smirk on his face.
I snorted; the surprise and shock were obvious to me in his movements.
For some reason, this man, Izaya, is like an open book to me.
I didn’t care to wonder why.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
This time it was my turn to smirk.
Arms still crossed over my chest I walked towards him until I was right under his nose and he had to look down at me.
“My name? Well that’s something you just don’t need to know.”
He whipped out a knife so fast I almost didn’t see it; he pressed it against the skin of my neck as if it was a threat.
He somehow managed to get behind me so he could bend own over me and whisper in my ear.
“So cocky. I wouldn’t be if I were you.” His break tickled my ear.
I chuckled. “Then let’s be glad you aren’t me. Go ahead; I’m full prepared to die if you haven’t noticed.
I am?
I couldn’t see him, but I knew the courage and confidence was shaken up.
I pushed the hand with the knife away walking towards the exit.
“It’s been fun Orihara; I don’t think I’m going to jump today. Maybe I’ll see you around again.” I called out over my shoulder, the door to the rooftop slamming behind me.
LIFE
“KIDA PLEASE!!” I yelped as he squeezed the breath from my lungs in a bear hug.
“What were you thinking stupid?” He grumbled, tapping his knuckles on my head. “I haven’t seen you in forever then I have to hear that you fell off the side of a building?!”
“Halfway and please stop.” I pushed his hand away from my head, laughing.
“Why the hell would you do that?! What were you thinking?!”
“You’re really going to yell about this?” His eyes were clouded with worry for his friend’s safety and I smiled. “I was thinking maybe I could be road kill food for all the stray dogs around here.”
“That’s not funny, ______” He laughed.
“Then why you laughing, idiot?”
He thwacked my back, forcing my retaliation with a full on tackle attack.
Basically, my fighting skills are an epic fail to life and so I basically just clung to his back and weakly pounded my fists on his shoulders.
He looked over his shoulder at me, one eyebrow raised as I clung to him.
“Oh no you do-” I started, but it was too late.
He bolted forward with track star speed.
“KIDA!!!!!” I screamed, wrapping my arms around his waist to keep from falling on my head.
This also was a very normal occurrence.
HIM
This girl needed to get out of my mind.
Right now.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her even if I wanted to.
She wasn’t afraid of me, not even remotely.
She was amazing.
Different.
Something I’ve never seen before.
I had to know her name, if only for the fact that I was so shaken up I spilled the drink stupidly on the counter of the restaurant.
I started wiping up the spill, my eyes automatically going to the streets where my favorite subjects roamed around.
“KIDA!! I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW THERE WILL BE A PERMANENT DENT IN YOUR HEAD!!” a very familiar voice yelled at the top of her lungs.
I smiled, leaving the money at my table and walking out of the restaurant.
There she was, on Kida’s back, her hair catching in the wind and a smile on her face.
Her eyes glittered with laughter and annoyance, and strange reflections played across her as Kida took her through the streets.
“Kida-kun.” I called out, stopping him in an instant, her still on his back.
Kida let go of her and the girl dropped to the ground, her head bobbing up to look at me with an expression that screamed unamused.
Sweat broke out on Kida’s forehead as he smiled a strained smile at me. “Izaya.” He said with broken formality.
The girl, the same enchanting, difficult yet oddly enticing girl on the other hand, did not speak with such formality. “Get lost, Orihara. Nobody wants you here.” She gave me another look that said she could see straight through my cool demeanor.
“Is THIS that dude?” Kida asked, jaw dropping.
She scoffed. “Yeah, same lame brain as yesterday. I don’t get what the big deal is.”
“_____, you need to get out of here.” Kida said, trying to push her away.
“God don’t be such a scardey cat.” She pushed him away.
“______? Huh? So that’s your name.” I said with a satisfied smirk, some part of me liking the way her name sounded on my lips.
“Thanks, Kida.” ____ muttered, crossing her arms over her chest and fixing me with another deadly glare that sent my heart spinning on edge. “What do you want, Izaya? What’s the point of pissing me off right now?”
“I just wanted to say hello. Maybe figure out your name.”
“Mission accomplished, now go away.”
I loved the way she wasn’t afraid of me, the way everything I did was inferior to her.
I liked the way she presented a challenge to me.
Some goal to reach for.
Something possible in the future for me.
I loved the way she was not amused.
Not afraid.
Not anything.
I think I love her.
My heart twisted around the words.
I think?
Right?
Cuz that’s what this is.
Love?
HER
Izaya smirked at me, something in this smirk was lethal and at the same time……cute?
My heart did a little back flip and I wanted to yell at it for doing such a thing for this psycho.
He walked towards me, Kida took a step towards me but I don’t think even I could stop Izaya at that moment.
He flung me onto his shoulder, looking at Kida.
“HEY!” I yelled, but he ignored me.
“See you around Kida-kun.” And then said lunatic proceeded to walk calmly down the street with me draped over his shoulder.
Of course I was NOT going to just sit back and be kidnapped like that.
I bite, kicked, and screamed. “KIDA!!!” I reached for him.
Kida bolted after us, trying to grab my hand but Izaya was much sneakier and faster and in about no time at all, we lost him.
I pounded my fists into his shoulders and twisted and thrashed. “PUT ME DOWN!!!” I screeched. “I AM NOT A SACK OF POTATOES!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!”
He smirked at me, his eyes full of hidden intentions, and continued to hold me in his vice grip as he walked.
I kicked, and bit, and flailed, and punched, and screamed until I was weak and my voice was lost.
“Are you done now?” He asked, sensing me settle slowly into exhaustion. The smirk just poured from his voice.
I mustered up enough energy to give him one last good double fisted punch as an answer.
It was no use fighting anymore.
He got me, and I was going to be so sore in the morning.
He turned into an apartment complex, carrying me up the stairs and all the way to a polished wood door with a brass plate.
“What do you want with me? “ I barely managed to voice out, my voice sore and weak. The question was just a statement, not one out of fear, more out of annoyance.
His key clicked in the lock as he swung the door inward.
“I want to know what sorts of ‘magic’ you are using.” He stated calmly.
He was insane.
Everyone was frigging insane.
And as usual, kidnapping was normal here.
Being questioned for magical powers, yes that was normal too.
It’s Ikebukuro people. Anything can happen here.
“Magic?” I snorted, laughing so hard my stomach muscles hurt. “What, are you on drugs? I’m a human you idiot.”
He tossed me into the apartment like I was no less than a human book bag or backpack.
I let out a small yelp of pain as my sore muscles hit the hard ground, my body unable to move.
I was utterly exhausted, the funny thing is, it was my own damn fault too.
He casually leaned against the, now closed, door, eyes scanning my face.
I lifted myself into sitting position, glaring at him all the while.
“I’m not on drugs.” He finally stated when I was comfortable. “I’d just like to have a few things answered.”
“And that was worth kidnapping me over?”
He smirked taking one step towards me. “It was actually. I’d like to know how you can see straight through me.” Another step forward. “Why I can’t stop thinking of you in everyone I look. Why my heart pounds faster every time I say your name, see you, think about you, wonder about you. Why you are so very different from any other girl I’ve ever met.” He took a step closer with each sentence, his steps predatory and graceful.
He was nose bent down, his face level with mine.
I was choking on laughter, my sore muscles vibrating with the idiocy of it all. “You sure you’re not on drugs? Because no one is that stupid.”
Izaya smirked, his hands grabbed my wrists, yanking me to my feet and pulling me so close if I slipped forward even a millimeter my face would crash into his.
His breath tickled my face.
“What would you call this? A crush?” He chuckled softly at some inside joke of his own mind. “I don’t think so. I think it’s deeper. Would you call this love?”
It was weird to feel my body reacting this way, to feel my chest constricting, to feel my heart pounding so fast the blood actually made a sound as it rushed through my ears.
It was odd to be unable to think clearly, too feel the heat rush to my cheeks, to feel like I’d become spaghetti noodles in a pot of boiling water.
Something was wrong with me.
But this guy, he was different.
Somehow, somehow I knew that this would work.
Us.
It was weird, and it was scary, but nevertheless, I could see it in his eyes.
The surprise, the unstableness, the difficulty, the smile, the fear.
I could see it all.
Just like an open book.
But, the biggest thing I saw, was love.
And I knew.
This was different.
This was what I needed.
I pushed forward, my lips crashing to his, his surprise making me laugh.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’d call it love.”
AFTERLIFE
Breathe.
In.
Out.
Escape.
Death is waiting for you.
The wind tugged at my hair, at my skin, gently wiping away all worries.
I closed my eyes, balancing my weight for a few seconds before pitching forward falling straight off the edge of the building.
The truth is, death IS waiting for us. It waits for everyone.
I mean, we all got to die sometime.
But the funny thing is.
That time.
Isn’t now.
I twisted at the last second my body now falling backwards.
He caught me.
I smiled, opening my eyes to look up at him.
My breath whooshed as the air collapsed from my lungs.
His eyes momentarily contained the worry of his possible failure to catch me before switching to the love and joy that was an odd combination for Izaya Orihara.
“Hello there.” I said, smirking slightly.
“I caught an angel.”
“I fell from a rooftop.”
“Then a concrete angel.”
“I didn’t come from the earth.”
“Then my angel.”
“That’s better.”
He bent his head down to press his lips to mine. “Always so stubborn to be difficult. “ He whispered.
“But you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“No. I wouldn’t.”
Izaya was insane.
But then again, this whole WORLD is insane.
But that’s normal.
It’s Ikebukuro people.
Here, normal is a funny word.