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     Namie stared quizzically at Izaya and took her hands off the keyboard. “What? Who’s coming over?”
    “Some guests , Namie. Could you help me out?” Izaya smiled as he set his binoculars down on the desk. His eyes flickered briefly to the staircase before going back to Namie.

    Namie realized what Izaya was asking and nodded as she stood up from her chair. She hurried up the stairs where Rie was exiting the bathroom dressed in her new clothes. Namie grabbed Rie’s hand forcefully and dragged her downstairs towards the apartment door. Rie’s mouth opened in surprise and she stumbled as she was pulled down the stairs.

    “Don’t worry, Ri-chan! We’ll meet again soon!” Izaya yelled as he waved goodbye to Namie and Rie rushing out of the room.

    Namie sharply turned right and headed for the emergency exit, flinging the door open and quickly rushing down the flights of stairs. Rie’s eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as she did her best to keep up with Namie who moved faster and faster down the concrete steps. “Where?” Rie asked quietly are she barely caught herself from tripping.

    Namie was surprised to hear Rie speak since the girl hadn’t spoken yesterday but focused on moving as rapidly as possible. “What? You mean where we’re going?” She briefly glanced over her shoulder to see a small nod from Rie. Namie shook her head and focused her attention back in front of her. “Somewhere safer,” she explained after a moment but did nothing to elaborate her answer. “Let’s just hurry up and get out of here,” Namie said as she gripped Rie’s hand harder. Rie stared down at their hands in confusion but didn’t say another word.

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    A sharp knock on the door brought Izaya’s attention away from the window and towards his visitor. Izaya leisurely walked to the door and opened it to be greeted by the man he had been expecting.

    “Hello there, Izaya,” Shiki said as he gave the informant a small nod.

    “Well, well, what a surprise to have you show up on my doorstep,” Izaya replied cheerily as he stepped aside to allow Shiki and his two bodyguards to enter the room. “What kind of work can I do for my best customer today?” he asked as he shut the door.

    Shiki sat down the couch and ran a hand through his hair as his bodyguards positioned themselves behind him. Izaya sat down on the couch across from Shiki and grinned as he rested his elbow on his knee and his hand under his chin. “So, how can I be of service?”

    Shiki reached into his pocket for his cellphone and flipped it open, scrolling through a few pictures. “I’m looking for someone, a girl specifically.” Shiki held up his phone to Izaya to show him a photo of a dark red haired girl with stunning golden eyes. “Do you know who she is and where she is now?”

     That’s…her. Izaya was surprised to see that the photo Shiki had was of Rie but managed to hide his surprise and maintain his cool demeanor. He leaned back on the couch and shook his head. “Sorry to say but I have no idea who that girl is.” Izaya casually examined his fingernails with a bored expression. “Why do you ask about her?”

    Shiki smirked and pocketed the phone, placing his index finger on his temple and his thumb on his cheek. “I got a phone call from a blocked number this morning with this picture showing up in my inbox. The person calling asked me to find this girl for him.” He chuckled and lifted his hand into the air. “Of course I asked why he thought I wanted to help him and the guy promised a large sum of money if I found her.”

    Izaya crossed his arms and snorted in amusement. “And you believed him? He could be someone just trying to toy with you, Shiki.”

    “Half of the money has already been transferred,” Shiki responded with a crooked smile. Izaya smirked at the man’s quick reply and titled his head to show he was listening. “And I’ll give you the other half if you help me find her.”

    Izaya narrowed his eyes and his smirk grew wider across his lips. This conversation was becoming more interesting by the minute. “Okay, I’ll help you out.” He slowly got up from the coach and strode towards his desk. He plopped down into his chair and booted his computer up. “Let me find some information on her first,” he said as he clicked around the screen with his mouse.

    “Why don’t you just give her to us, Izaya?” Shiki’s sudden question caused Izaya to momentarily stop his mouse clicking. After a second, he chuckled quietly and resumed his search.

    “What do you mean by that?”

    “Take off your poker face, I’m not buying it.” Shiki rose up from the couch and walked towards Izaya’s desk. Izaya frowned slightly and followed Shiki’s movements carefully with his eyes. “The person who contacted me this morning told me he saw you go to the hospital where she was two days ago,” Shiki started with a smirk. “And last night when you went from the hospital to your apartment, the girl went missing from her room. Coincidence? I think not.” Shiki scoffed and shook his head. “So, there’s only one logical explanation.” Izaya pretended to listen while he slowly and discreetly took his right hand off the mouse. “That was a part of your plan right?” Shiki asked as he stopped behind Izaya’s chair.

    Izaya smirked as he moved his right hand toward his jacket pocket to fish out his switchblade. “Well, you can’t just jump to conclusions like-,”

    “Let’s finish this peacefully, shall we?” Shiki suddenly reached into his holster clipped at his belt and pointed his gun at the back of Izaya’s head.

    Izaya snickered softly and calmly raised both hands above his head. “Well, well, this is so unpleasant, Shiki. Even Shizu-chan never pointed a gun at me before.” He tilted his head to the side in order to see Shiki’s reflection in the windows behind him. Shizu-chan is tough and throws vending machines at me instead. He let out a small sigh and smiled in desperation.

    Shiki signaled to his subordinates with a wave of his free hand to search Izaya’s apartment for any clues. “The person who contacted me also said to ask you about the girl.” He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I don’t like doing things this way but I already offered you a peaceful solution. I even offered money to you. But,” Shiki narrowed his eyes into angry slits and pressed the barrel of the gun into Izaya’s head. “You denied my proposal.” Izaya’s response was a simple smile and raising his arms more above his head.

    Shiki grew suspicious at how the informant could stay so calm and collected when there was a gun to him and his apartment was being checked. A white laptop on an empty desk suddenly caught Shiki’s eye and he lowered his arm to have his gun rest at his side.

    “Oh? Are you done now?” Izaya asked as he glanced over his shoulder.

    Shiki lifted his hand and sliced the air to have his subordinates halt the search. “By the way, where is that cute secretary of yours?”

    “Oh, she went out shopping, you know how girls are,” Izaya replied as he brought his hands down. His body relaxed since there was no gun behind him anymore and he let his hands fall limp onto his desk.

    Shiki frowned at the answer he received and walked to the door. He opened the door and stared at Izaya with fury in his dark eyes. “Be careful, Izaya. Kanto is not your playground anymore,” he growled before walking out the door with his men following.

    “Kanto,” Izaya mumbled out as a devilish smirk grew on his lips. He chuckled darkly and ran a hand through his raven locks. “This is not Kanto, this is Ikebukuro.” He stared at his palm and clenched it tightly into a fist. “This is my playground.” Izaya walked to the open door and shut it before reaching into his pocket for his phone. He dialed Namie’s number and was surprised when it rang once and went to voicemail. He dialed again, two rings before going to voicemail. Izaya frowned and dialed the number a third time, again ringing only a few times before heading to voicemail. His smirk began to fall with each failed call, anxiety beginning to pool in his stomach.

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            The black haired woman stared blankly up at the ceiling, her body sprawled out onto the concrete ground like a rag doll and blood splatters around her. Her phone rang multiple times in her open palm, but her body refused to let her move her hand to answer it. She sucked in air and slowly closed her eyes as the ringing filled the room and her ears.

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     Namie stared quizzically at Izaya and took her hands off the keyboard. “What? Who’s coming over?”
    “Some guests , Namie. Could you help me out?” Izaya smiled as he set his binoculars down on the desk. His eyes flickered briefly to the staircase before going back to Namie.

    Namie realized what Izaya was asking and nodded as she stood up from her chair. She hurried up the stairs where Rie was exiting the bathroom dressed in her new clothes. Namie grabbed Rie’s hand forcefully and dragged her downstairs towards the apartment door. Rie’s mouth opened in surprise and she stumbled as she was pulled down the stairs.

    “Don’t worry, Ri-chan! We’ll meet again soon!” Izaya yelled as he waved goodbye to Namie and Rie rushing out of the room.

    Namie sharply turned right and headed for the emergency exit, flinging the door open and quickly rushing down the flights of stairs. Rie’s eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as she did her best to keep up with Namie who moved faster and faster down the concrete steps. “Where?” Rie asked quietly are she barely caught herself from tripping.

    Namie was surprised to hear Rie speak since the girl hadn’t spoken yesterday but focused on moving as rapidly as possible. “What? You mean where we’re going?” She briefly glanced over her shoulder to see a small nod from Rie. Namie shook her head and focused her attention back in front of her. “Somewhere safer,” she explained after a moment but did nothing to elaborate her answer. “Let’s just hurry up and get out of here,” Namie said as she gripped Rie’s hand harder. Rie stared down at their hands in confusion but didn’t say another word.

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    A sharp knock on the door brought Izaya’s attention away from the window and towards his visitor. Izaya leisurely walked to the door and opened it to be greeted by the man he had been expecting.

    “Hello there, Izaya,” Shiki said as he gave the informant a small nod.

    “Well, well, what a surprise to have you show up on my doorstep,” Izaya replied cheerily as he stepped aside to allow Shiki and his two bodyguards to enter the room. “What kind of work can I do for my best customer today?” he asked as he shut the door.

    Shiki sat down the couch and ran a hand through his hair as his bodyguards positioned themselves behind him. Izaya sat down on the couch across from Shiki and grinned as he rested his elbow on his knee and his hand under his chin. “So, how can I be of service?”

    Shiki reached into his pocket for his cellphone and flipped it open, scrolling through a few pictures. “I’m looking for someone, a girl specifically.” Shiki held up his phone to Izaya to show him a photo of a dark red haired girl with stunning golden eyes. “Do you know who she is and where she is now?”

     That’s…her. Izaya was surprised to see that the photo Shiki had was of Rie but managed to hide his surprise and maintain his cool demeanor. He leaned back on the couch and shook his head. “Sorry to say but I have no idea who that girl is.” Izaya casually examined his fingernails with a bored expression. “Why do you ask about her?”

    Shiki smirked and pocketed the phone, placing his index finger on his temple and his thumb on his cheek. “I got a phone call from a blocked number this morning with this picture showing up in my inbox. The person calling asked me to find this girl for him.” He chuckled and lifted his hand into the air. “Of course I asked why he thought I wanted to help him and the guy promised a large sum of money if I found her.”

    Izaya crossed his arms and snorted in amusement. “And you believed him? He could be someone just trying to toy with you, Shiki.”

    “Half of the money has already been transferred,” Shiki responded with a crooked smile. Izaya smirked at the man’s quick reply and titled his head to show he was listening. “And I’ll give you the other half if you help me find her.”

    Izaya narrowed his eyes and his smirk grew wider across his lips. This conversation was becoming more interesting by the minute. “Okay, I’ll help you out.” He slowly got up from the coach and strode towards his desk. He plopped down into his chair and booted his computer up. “Let me find some information on her first,” he said as he clicked around the screen with his mouse.

    “Why don’t you just give her to us, Izaya?” Shiki’s sudden question caused Izaya to momentarily stop his mouse clicking. After a second, he chuckled quietly and resumed his search.

    “What do you mean by that?”

    “Take off your poker face, I’m not buying it.” Shiki rose up from the couch and walked towards Izaya’s desk. Izaya frowned slightly and followed Shiki’s movements carefully with his eyes. “The person who contacted me this morning told me he saw you go to the hospital where she was two days ago,” Shiki started with a smirk. “And last night when you went from the hospital to your apartment, the girl went missing from her room. Coincidence? I think not.” Shiki scoffed and shook his head. “So, there’s only one logical explanation.” Izaya pretended to listen while he slowly and discreetly took his right hand off the mouse. “That was a part of your plan right?” Shiki asked as he stopped behind Izaya’s chair.

    Izaya smirked as he moved his right hand toward his jacket pocket to fish out his switchblade. “Well, you can’t just jump to conclusions like-,”

    “Let’s finish this peacefully, shall we?” Shiki suddenly reached into his holster clipped at his belt and pointed his gun at the back of Izaya’s head.

    Izaya snickered softly and calmly raised both hands above his head. “Well, well, this is so unpleasant, Shiki. Even Shizu-chan never pointed a gun at me before.” He tilted his head to the side in order to see Shiki’s reflection in the windows behind him. Shizu-chan is tough and throws vending machines at me instead. He let out a small sigh and smiled in desperation.

    Shiki signaled to his subordinates with a wave of his free hand to search Izaya’s apartment for any clues. “The person who contacted me also said to ask you about the girl.” He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I don’t like doing things this way but I already offered you a peaceful solution. I even offered money to you. But,” Shiki narrowed his eyes into angry slits and pressed the barrel of the gun into Izaya’s head. “You denied my proposal.” Izaya’s response was a simple smile and raising his arms more above his head.

    Shiki grew suspicious at how the informant could stay so calm and collected when there was a gun to him and his apartment was being checked. A white laptop on an empty desk suddenly caught Shiki’s eye and he lowered his arm to have his gun rest at his side.

    “Oh? Are you done now?” Izaya asked as he glanced over his shoulder.

    Shiki lifted his hand and sliced the air to have his subordinates halt the search. “By the way, where is that cute secretary of yours?”

    “Oh, she went out shopping, you know how girls are,” Izaya replied as he brought his hands down. His body relaxed since there was no gun behind him anymore and he let his hands fall limp onto his desk.

    Shiki frowned at the answer he received and walked to the door. He opened the door and stared at Izaya with fury in his dark eyes. “Be careful, Izaya. Kanto is not your playground anymore,” he growled before walking out the door with his men following.

    “Kanto,” Izaya mumbled out as a devilish smirk grew on his lips. He chuckled darkly and ran a hand through his raven locks. “This is not Kanto, this is Ikebukuro.” He stared at his palm and clenched it tightly into a fist. “This is my playground.” Izaya walked to the open door and shut it before reaching into his pocket for his phone. He dialed Namie’s number and was surprised when it rang once and went to voicemail. He dialed again, two rings before going to voicemail. Izaya frowned and dialed the number a third time, again ringing only a few times before heading to voicemail. His smirk began to fall with each failed call, anxiety beginning to pool in his stomach.

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            The black haired woman stared blankly up at the ceiling, her body sprawled out onto the concrete ground like a rag doll and blood splatters around her. Her phone rang multiple times in her open palm, but her body refused to let her move her hand to answer it. She sucked in air and slowly closed her eyes as the ringing filled the room and her ears.