psychopaths. (durarara!!)

four

tw: none
note: chapters should be a tad bit longer from here on out. the previous ones were essentially just setting up for the rest of story.
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Izaya looked over the screen intently. He had created a file entirely dedicated to his precious [Name], and was adding anything he could possibly find on him. So far he had learned the basics: his birthday, age, weight and height, phone number, and where he lived. Additionally, he learned that he had gone to college to study psychology, but got kicked out for "reoccurring misbehaviors". Along with this information, he had also saved every picture he could find. He wasn't satisfied with just this though, he needed more.

'17 year-old [Name] [L/Name] suspected of multiple murders.'

As soon as Izaya's eyes flicked over that headline his lips curved slightly upward. He was starting to think that the boy had never done anything even remotely dangerous despite his odd interests and hobbies. The raven skimmed over the article quickly, devouring every piece of information there was. It had happened years ago apparently, but Izaya began to wonder if [Name] still got mixed up into those kinds of things in the present — if he still "watched and studied" murders. Now that was twisted in Izaya's eyes. He made a mental note to ask him about it one day.

Just then, one of his phones began to ring. He glanced down at screen to see who would be calling at such an ungodly hour. "Masaomi Kida." He paused before sliding his thumb over 'accept' and answering. "What do you want?"

"He's not a pawn."

"I know."

"I'll kill you if you hurt him."

"I don't plan on doing that."

"Then what are you planning?"

Izaya leaned back in the leather office chair, pondering what to say for a moment. "I'm not quite sure of that myself."

There came a laugh. "As if I'd believe that coming from you."

Another pause from Izaya. "Say, what do you think our precious [Name]-kun is planning to do with all of that information?"

"First of all, he's not ours." Masaomi's tone dropped dangerously low, "Secondly, probably nothing. He's never really done anything with it before, and I doubt he'd start now."

Izaya chuckled. "Bye now!"

Click.

This [Name] had to be the most interesting human the information broker had ever met.

Izaya began to spin around in his chair. His soft chuckles quickly turned to manic laughter. Faster. Faster. Faster. Stop. It went quiet. A slender hand reached up and pushed back his dark hair as he looked out the window behind his desk. He relaxed into his chair again and sighed. A plan was finally starting to form in his mind.