He smiled and continued eating his steak happily, glad the raven was becoming a little more sociable. “Good, I like that much more. Roppi-kun.” He winked at him again. “Maybe we should do this again sometime~ You’re not half bad~” He took another sip of wine and continued eating slowly, savoring the delicious flavor of his steak.
“How’s the soup?” he asked after a moment, curious. He’d never bothered with the soup at this restaurant before, figuring it wouldn’t fill his stomach for very long at all. He cut at his steak more as he waited for the raven to answer, if he decided to at least. Despite the few words he managed to get out of him earlier, he still thought it would be hard to get him to say anything else.
He continued to slowly eat the thick soup. The taste was absolutely divine, yet as the seconds ticked by, he could feel his anxiety rising. He grimaced at the nickname as he set his spoon down. He sighed heavily. “This is a one time thing, I thought I told you beforehand.” Honestly, he never wanted to come to this high class restaurant again. He glanced around briefly, seeing the snobby people still looking at him as if he were gum on the bottom of their shoes. He dragged his crimson eyes down. He couldn’t stand people, let alone people who looked at him like this.
The awkward tension in the air was almost tangible as he looked at the pink-clad man once more. “It’s fine,” he shrugged. He picked his cold spoon up once more as he glanced at the steak. He glared at it as though it had offended him. Just the stake itself looked like it could’ve been higher up on the scale than him. He continued eating his soup reluctantly.
Delic put a piece of the steak in his mouth, chewing slowly and carefully as he waited. He frowned a bit. What did he mean a “one time thing?” The thought confused him. Normally, his clients would come back wanting more attention. What made the raven so different? He sighed and put his fork and knife down, reaching for his wine glass again.
“A man can hope, can’t he?” He winked at him again, smoothly drinking from his glass. “I’m glad you like the soup~ It looks quite divine~” He licked the wine off of his lips slowly. “Or is that just you now?~” He chuckled a bit at himself for the witty pick up line, placing his glass back where it was.
He continued eating his soup in silence. The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough as he looked around once more. As he slowly got used to the stares of disgust, he sighed heavily. He eyed his own wine glass once more as he contemplated drinking from it. He gave a little shrug before reaching for it and drinking the disgusting, strong liquid.
“I don’t see why you think I’m so amazing that you’d want to do this again, but I said this would be a one time thing at the very beginning.” He glared at the blonde. He had never asked for this and he certainly wasn’t about to abuse this man’s charity, no matter how much the blonde wanted to spend money on him.
A spark of annoyance ran through the brunette at the blonde’s lame pick-up line. He sighed once again. “The soup was good. So…thank you for it.” Completely ignoring the pick-up line, he continued eating the soup before finishing it off completely.
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“Ah…thanks, Tsuki-san.” He was confused by the kind gesture.
It was dark, almost too dark, in this tiny room. Roppi lay on the floor, unmoving for the longest time – any motivation burned out like the artificial light had so long ago. His eyelids blanketed crimson eyes. Was there any point in living such a life? He had wondered so often what he was on this earth for, why he was born to begin with. Would anyone care if he left it? He couldn’t think of one living soul that really would. Old, dried tears crusted his face. Then again, would he even really want anyone to care? It’d just be a burden to him, having an emotional attachment to a human. No, it was just better for everyone if he was left alone.
After what seemed like days, years possibly, his eyes slowly opened, revealing glassy, blood-red eyes. It hadn’t made a difference, whether or not his eyes were closed as the darkness still surrounded him, nearly suffocating him. He couldn’t help but wonder how dark death was. Was there really a bright light at the end of life, or was it just this overpowering darkness, if not even worse? He shivered, suddenly feeling cold. Would this be the rest of his life; laying here in a freezing, dark room?
He slowly sat up, feeling the bones and muscles pop and stretch painfully, telling him how long it had been. He got to his feet shakily before nearly falling as his legs gave out. Quickly, he grabbed on to something solid next to him to hold him up right. This was certainly no way to live, and he knew exactly just how to end it without the terrifying darkness mocking him. He felt his way to the door before opening it slowly, listening to each protesting creak. If these were his last moments of life, might as well get all that he could out of it.
As soon as the door was opened, light flooded the room, nearly blinding him. He quickly squinted against the light as he made his way down the hallway, stumbling every now and then. After making his way to the sun-heated living room, he quickly threw on his jacket before leaving his apartment for the last time.
The bright afternoon sun blinded his sensitive eyes as even squinting couldn’t help against the intensity of the star. Yet he had chosen this, being out in the light rather than in the cold darkness of his own, confining room. He knew exactly where to go to get this done as soon as possible as Izaya had used it many times in the past.
Yet something made him stop in his tracks on the way there. A certain voice destroyed his train of thought as he made his way to his death. But…why now?
Call him a creep, a pervert, a sick man. Anything would do, none of it mattered to him anyways. The way he operated was always the same. Once someone has grasped his interest he would do anything to find out more information, anything to keep himself on the verge of boredom. There IS nothing worse than waiting… waiting for eternity, waiting for nothing. Nothing worse than routine, than robotically doing tasks. And this explained why he was creepily wearing an ugly hat and hiding in a jar of… rice? Well he didn’t care what it was.
“Hee~ Hee~” he chuckled feeling the excitement run through him like a schoolboy doing something against the rules. He was, as you could call it, currently in front of his current ‘obsession’s’ house. The earl was far too busy to entertain him… besides the earl had his ‘treasure’ right now… quite inconvenient if he bumped into that butler. He sighed and waited. One thing had bothered him since this morning. He had stopped a shinigami on the way and found a name, written in red but crossed off again. So was he getting reaped or not? Or maybe it was a mistake. He couldn’t let another interesting prey run away again. That corpse was going to be his.
Feeling a slight change in the air, he crawled out of the thing, shocking the people around him. He laughed like a mad man and slipped into the shadows, frowning at the intensity of the sun. The crowd quickly accepted his as ‘mad’ and left him alone. In the cool shadows of the alley, the Undertaker slipped off his hat, crossed his arms and waited. It wasn’t long when he heard footsteps… footsteps of a lost man. He turned and watched as a red-eyed man walked towards some unknown destination. Foolish. but this was why he was interesting after all. Taking one small step from the alley, his face twisted to a smug smirk and he called out.
“Coward”
His eyes widened in shock as the smooth voice followed him. He turned slowly and glared at whoever dared to call him a coward as if they knew him. Confusion was written clearly on his face as he looked over the tall, smirking man. What exactly was this man? He frowned angrily. Humans always thought they could be smarter than they were - pretending to care and pretending to know exactly what was going on with someone.
“Who are you?” he asked suspiciously. Was this guy following him? That would certainly explain the silver-haired man hiding in the shadows. Annoyance rushed through him at the thought of being followed by some random human as Roppi continued on his way, oblivious to everything but his own thoughts. He couldn’t help but scold himself inwardly at his own stupidity. He shoved his hands in his pockets as his eyes glared daggers at the man.
He smiled and continued eating his steak happily, glad the raven was becoming a little more sociable. “Good, I like that much more. Roppi-kun.” He winked at him again. “Maybe we should do this again sometime~ You’re not half bad~” He took another sip of wine and continued eating slowly, savoring the delicious flavor of his steak.
“How’s the soup?” he asked after a moment, curious. He’d never bothered with the soup at this restaurant before, figuring it wouldn’t fill his stomach for very long at all. He cut at his steak more as he waited for the raven to answer, if he decided to at least. Despite the few words he managed to get out of him earlier, he still thought it would be hard to get him to say anything else.
He continued to slowly eat the thick soup. The taste was absolutely divine, yet as the seconds ticked by, he could feel his anxiety rising. He grimaced at the nickname as he set his spoon down. He sighed heavily. “This is a one time thing, I thought I told you beforehand.” Honestly, he never wanted to come to this high class restaurant again. He glanced around briefly, seeing the snobby people still looking at him as if he were gum on the bottom of their shoes. He dragged his crimson eyes down. He couldn’t stand people, let alone people who looked at him like this.
The awkward tension in the air was almost tangible as he looked at the pink-clad man once more. “It’s fine,” he shrugged. He picked his cold spoon up once more as he glanced at the steak. He glared at it as though it had offended him. Just the stake itself looked like it could’ve been higher up on the scale than him. He continued eating his soup reluctantly.
(Source: eight-faces)
Reblog if Shizaya is canon
THE NOTES
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WHO SAID IT’S NOT? :I
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LOL THE NOTES HOLY SHIT.
Uh. YEAH. IT IS.
(Source: monsterscontrolmysoul)
