Devil's Wonderland

Namie

Halo Eight: Namie:

-Namie-

I have always hated graveyards. But thanks to my current situation, I wish I was in one. They will never find my body. That psychotic bitch grabbed me in my bed and pulled me under. That was it. My body will never be found. I wrinkle my nose is disgust at all of the faded missing posters on my face. They have stopped caring about me. That little bitch tried to hide my death from my Seiji. She kept the truth to herself. Of course she would. That little bitch whore never liked me and wanted my Seiji all to herself. She saw the opportunity and took it. Did a good job of keeping up the rouse too. She secretly paid the bills and dealt with my duties on her computer. My mail still kept coming to them. Finally, that little slut had to tell my Seiji the truth.

I felt myself getting angry again.

Because of him, my Seiji got possessed by that sleazy demon who tried to make a pass at me. I saw him the moment that he took over too. I tried to scream at him to stop but that creepy bastard took over my brother. It broke me up inside to see my Seiji possessed like that. I practically screamed out him in his ear when he would wander the city at nights. My voice never could reach him. Shinra, Shingen, and that weird little girl saved my brother to my relief.

I couldn't help but smile.

At least now I can take comfort in knowing now that my Seiji doesn't trust that little whore anymore.

Oh yeah, there are other weird stuff happening around the city below too.

-Aoba and Izaya-

Aoba walked up to Izaya's door and rang the bell.

[Oh, look. It's the kid Izaya hired to replace me. I don't envy him at all.]

The teenaged boy puffed up his cheeks and knocked again.

"Izaya!" he shouted. "Come on!" Aoba pounded on the door again. This time, it creaked open. His boss poked his head out. The boy puffed up his cheeks.

"I have been standing out here for a while now," he complained. "You told me to show up at nine."

"Did I?" Izaya asked. "What time is it now?"

"Ten," Aoba said. He held up his phone to sound his boss. Izaya squinted as he looked at the screen. 10:13.

"Oh," the information broker said, shrugging. Aoba's right eye started twitch.

"Come!" Izaya said. "You have some much work to do today." He stepped aside and let him in. Aoba frowned as he dropped his shoulders. Like he had a choice. The former Blue Square followed his boss inside.

[Good luck, kid. You could always poison him, you know?]

"I hav written everything down for you on the computer," Izaya said as they walked into the living room. Aoba's right eye twitched again. List? Am I a joke to him? It wasn't enough that Izaya had him working for him. But he would leave the boy a list of tasks that needed to be completed before the day was over. Kururi was quick to point out that her brother paid so well.

"That's more money you could spend on me," she said, batting her eyelashes at him. Aoba tried not to laugh nervously. Izaya walked Aoba over to his computer.

"This is everything you are doing today," the information broker said. The former Blue Square read down the list. Just as predicted, these were all meaningless and petty tasks around the apartment. Of course Izaya would never give him anything important to do. Izaya patted him on the shoulder.

"Get right to it," he said. The information broker backed up and headed to the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" Aoba asked.