Light My Candle

Hand in Hand

Deciding to explore the city for the day, Izaya stepped on the morning train and held onto one of the bars. His mind kept going through those texts. "Tch..." Jealousy was surging through him. He didn't like it. He didn't like Tsukishima either. He hated the Heiwajima family with a burning passion. And it showed in his crimson orbs.

An idea began forming in the informant's mind, a smirk sliding across his pale face. "Things may just work in my favor..." he murmured to himself. He could find Roppi since she seemed dead set on not talking to him. He could make her listen. Perhaps he could do something special for her, something that Tsuki could never do for lack of money. So many things he could do.

He could also just hire a gang to kill the blond and she'd have no choice but to return to him, although what would be annoying is the fact she'd figure out that he was behind it somehow, so that idea was a no already. He sighed softly, staring out the window of the train as it stopped in front of Ikebukuro Station. The doors slid open and he stepped out into his favorite city.

He frowned slightly, expecting to see the ex bartender greeting him and then shrugged. Oh well, this was better. He didn't want that oaf to get in the way. He was in a bad mood as it was, adding Shizu-chan to the equation would make his situation... Much worse. Perhaps even push the misanthrope further away for fighting with someone she could actually stand?

Shaking his head he glanced around, surprised by the appearance of the object of his "affections" and the man trying to take her from him. Sliding his hood over his head, crimson orbs narrowed, watching them walk together.

/He kissed her. Destroy him. Destroy him emotionally, physically... Mentally... End his pathetic suffering./

Ah, but Roppi would never forgive him would she?

/She already won't forgive you. Who cares. She'd come crawling back!/

Shaking his head, he opted to just watch the two instead.

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Tsukishima , continued the act as planned. Being clumsy as always, kind, gentle, ensuring that no harm would come to the other, while having a tender smile.

"We can go wherever you like Rop-chan. O-or just s-stay in?"

The misanthrope shrugged, "honestly I don't care." Saying so before glancing over to the cell phone that was laying still on the bed, "but maybe I should give him a quick-"

"No!" The blonde practically snatched the phone away leaving the Crimson hued girl rather surprised at the sudden outburst. Realizing how the response was quick, to quick, Tsukishima collected himself "I don't think.. That would b-be very s-smart Rop-chan. After all, you shouldn't be t-the one to message him first." Saying so caused for the other to shrug understandably.

"I suppose. Let's just go out then."

With that being said they were out. The apartment that the Heiwajima had wasn't too far away from Ikebukuro, mainly due to the fact he required a place that he wouldn't get to easily lost. "W-We could go t-to Russian Sushi?" But of course the misanthrope could not care less. They continued to walk, and nearly instinctively the male held the others fragile hand.

Roppi allowed this only for the fact she was aware that he would be an idiot and possibly get lost in the crowd. Never once thinking how much it truly meant to the Heiwajima. There fingers though not intertwined, as the misanthrope could only begin to wonder what the informant was up to now.

'Probably on that wretched computer."

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His eyes narrowed at the sight of the two hand-in-hand, a scowl crossing his face. He had never held her hand before, had he? Well there was the time when they were in bed and their fingers were interlaced, but never in public... They had never showed affection in public, had they? They were cousins after all, the informant had to keep up his appearance. A secret relationship. A toxic one. How had they even lasted as long as they had? Had there even been a relationship? They never really established one, they merely just acknowledged each other's existence and lived together. They ate their meals together and occasionally slept together, tangled in each other's bodies. They never said sweet words, preferring the insults instead.

Perhaps he should have said at least one thing nice. One thing kind.

/Take her back for herself. Use force if you have to. She's yours. She belongs to no one else but you. Take her back and make her listen to reason./

/Tell her how you truly feel./

"How I feel, huh? This isn't some romantic novel nor is it some Korean drama... It's not an anime with a happy ending... This is real life..."

Perhaps it would be better if he just let her stay with him.

"No, that would be giving up. That would be sharing what is mine..." he hissed, gripping the switchblade that was hidden in his pocket tightly. "Mine... All mine..." Ah, he was selfish wasn't he?

He weaved through the crowd, following behind the misanthrope and the idiot closely, but far enough away to not be noticed. Ah what should he do? Just watch? It was hurting, seeing them hand in hand like that...

If he moved closer and reached down just a bit... He would be able to just grab her hand and run with her. But again, this wasn't a novel.

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Knowing full well that the misanthrope had such hatred towards humans to the point even touching them was revolting, Tsukishima was reluctant to let go of the others hand, yet did so, and moved an arm around her shoulder. Mainly to just have an excuse but also to keep her away from bumping in to anyone else.

No one else should be allowed to touch her. No one but him.

With the streets appearing to get slightly more crowded with every passing minute, the blonde guided her to the crosswalk as they were inching closer to the restaurant. "I'll p-pay for everything, o-okay?" Saying so with a smile that was so purely innocent, no one would ever suspect that he could do any wrong.

"Fine by me."

Moving aside to open the door for the other, he sensed something odd. That feeling one gets when being watched but merely pushed aside those thoughts and stepped inside after her.

"Ah Hachi! Tsuki! Welcome to Russian Sushi!" A loud voice echoed the facility as they were seating themselves. The tall Russian walked over, ready to take there order.

"I-Ika for me please."

"... I'll have some Ootor." Roppi stated, just remembering how much the informant loved that dish. 'Hah, the only thing he probably loved other than his silly little humans...'

With the order being placed the two were left alone at the table. Tsuki continued to hold the others cellular device, glancing at it a few times to ensure that the informant had not decided to interfere.