In Love With The Devil

In Love With The Devil -3- "Warnings, a stranger, and a lost bag."

“What? What’s going on?”

Mikado, Kaimu and I all ran over to see what had happened, and where the noises had come from, where as Masaomi just casually walked over, like it was nothing.

The vending machine came crashing down to the ground and there was a loud yell, followed by more crashing sounds.

“Oh-ho.” I heard Masaomi’s cocky voice from behind me, and I turned to look at him, with a look of shock on my face. “That’s what I’m saying. Sweet.”

Mikado turned back around too and looked just as confused as I was. Kaimu continued looking over, trying to see what was going on, and looked as though he was about to run over to it, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him next to me and he pouted up at me.

“What was that?” I asked Masaomi, since Mikado seemed like he didn’t know, because he was just as surprised as I was.

Masaomi grinned. “That’s Shizuo Heiwoujima. You really don’t want to mess with him. Trust me.”

I glanced back behind me, and then looked back at Masaomi again. “What was he doing?”

“Someone probably pissed him off or something. He gets mad real easily.”

“What, did he attack them or something? Who was it?”

“Yeah, probably. He has anger problems, but I wouldn’t say that to his face. And I don’t know who it was, some unlucky guy that just so happened to get him angry, which isn’t a very hard thing to do, might I add.” Masaomi shoved his hands in his pockets and took a few steps over onto the pathway. “There’s this one guy that he really hates, Izaya Orihara. Whenever they are near each other, or whenever Izaya is in Ikebukuro, you can always count on multiple things flying through the air. I heard that they went to school together.”

“Izaya Orihara?” I asked. The name seemed a little familiar, but I couldn’t really remember why.

“That’s a strange name…” Mikado added. He was standing next to me now, and we were both facing Masaomi.

Masaomi’s face suddenly turned solemn and he looked off to the side somewhere. “He’s a ton of bad news. So I’d just stay away from him if I were you. Just don’t piss either of them off, and you’ll be fine.”

“Huh.” I looked around for a moment, and the four of us were silent. Even Kaimu was quiet, and wasn’t trying to pull away from me to go somewhere. He was staring off into the distance. I thought about what I’d just heard, and saw, and I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pen. I began writing on my hand the words; ‘Stay away from: Shizuo Heiwoujima, Izaya Orihara. Go to manga shop in morning.’ I usually wrote things down on my hand when I needed to remember them. Mum hated it, she said that it made me seem childish, I don’t know why, and had told me not to do it, years ago. But it was just a habit now. Though I’d say remembering this was pretty important. I somehow always seemed to get involved with the wrong people and I didn’t want the same thing to happen here. It was good that I had a head start by knowing the main people to stay away from.

Masaomi looked at me curiously, walked over and stood beside me. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“When I need to remember things, I write them down on my hand, so I don’t forget.” I showed him my hand.

I watched as his eyes ran over my hand, reading what I had just written. He nodded, “Good, but there’s one other thing you need to remember.” He took the pen out of my other hand, and grabbed the hand that I’d written on. He brought it up close to his face, and began writing something on it. I watched him, wondering what else I needed to remember about this place. Once he finished, he handed me my pen again and let go of my hand. I looked at my hand, at what he wrote, and saw that it was a bunch of numbers. Confused, I read over it again. No, it was a phone number. Great, what did I need the phone number for? Was it the number of a hospital or something, in case I did run into either Shizuo or this Izaya guy? Was it for something like that?