OP M.I.F.P (Sequel to I'm Not As Evil As You)

We quit!

The next day, OP M.I.F.P had another meeting.

"Ok!" Shinra grinned to everyone. "I called everybody here because Kida and his friends have something to tell us. Go ahead, you guys."

Sweat emerged on Mikado and Anri's faces, but Kida just looked mad.

Mikado had a stuffy eyepatch while Kida had a big white bandage wrapped around his head, and Anri was thankfully fine.

"Well, uh, you see-" Mikado started, but his best friend cut him off.

"We quit!" He spat sharply.

An enormous gasp came from the rest.

Shinra's glasses fell off as he jerked forward, his precious smile gone. "What?! Why?! What happened?!"

Kida once again spoke up. "Because of you, Kishitani, Mikado nearly died! Izaya came to his place yesterday and stabbed him in the eye with that goddamn knife of his, forcing him to spill information on this M.I.F.P thing!"

Now it was Shizuo's turn to jerk forward. "He did WHAT?!"

"That's right! He stabbed Mikado's eye! His goddamn eye! It was bleeding!"

"What did you tell him, Mikado?!" Shinra shouted.

"I-I," Mikado sulked. Anri rubbed his back as he choked out the next words. "I told him what the 'M' in M.I.F.P stood for. And I told him I was in Operation M.I.F.P."

Shinra was speechless. He forced himself to turn toward Kida. "A-and you?"

"I told him that Anri and I were in it. I also told him what the 'I' in M.I.F.P stood for." Kida fell quiet.

...

"Well," Kyohei spoke up, breaking the awkward silence. "I guess that those 3 should just... Leave, then, right? I mean, that Orihara won't know that they quit."

"And he might force more out of them if they stay," Togusa added absentmindedly.

Shoot! Shinra thought. We've only just started and that bastard is messing things up already!

"No," Shinra said. "You 3 can come live with Celty and I. You'll be safe."

Kida glared, but Anri looked relieved. "Yes please!" She whispered.

Kida glanced at Mikado. "What about it, Mikado?" He reached down and squeezed the teenager's hand. Mikado gave a weary smile in return. "S-sure. Why not?"

"Alright! Now that that's settled, if Izaya asks anybody else if they're in M.I.F.P, tell him no and that you have no idea what he's talking about. Then try to get away from him, but don't make it obvious. Don't just run away from him. Do away slowly. Got it?"

"YEAH!"

"And, Shizuo, start with the plan, 'Kay?"

"Um, ok."

It wasn't until they were leaving when the Beast of Ikebukuro realized the nerves that were sitting on the bottom of his stomach.

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Now Izaya knew for sure that this "Operation M.I.F.P" was about him. Kida had said so!

But Izaya's happiness was short-lived when he realized something.

If those 3 tell Shinra, or whoever their boss is, then they're probably waiting for me to force the confession out of more people...

Izaya shut his eyes tight and furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. But, once Namie came through the door, he put on his usual smirk.

"And where were you this time? No, let me guess. Your brother's."

Namie glared. "Yeah. I was with my brother. Why do you care?"

"Oh, I thought maybe-" Izaya stopped mid-sentence. There was no use getting anything out of Namie, because Izaya already knew she was into it.

"Maybe what?" Namie snapped.

"Maybe you'd care if Mika Harima needed another... Makeover."

"What?! How do you know?!" Namie spluttered.

"She called me. She said that you weren't picking up any of your calls."

"Of course! I left my phone here!"

Izaya raised his eyebrows. His acquaintance had left her cellphone at the apartment, here. Why? Had Shinra order it?

But before he could ask anything, Namie was gone.