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Who: Orihara Izaya & All Of Vatheon
Where: The park
When: Sometime towards the evening but not at night
Style: Prose or action. I really don't care.
Status: Open

He looked like he hadn't slept in days. And really? He probably hadn't. He walked slowly, his shoulders drooped with a bit of a glazed expression on his face. He knew it wasn't safe to be out and about in a state like this but his day was coming to an end and he planned on sleeping tonight. Swinging from his hand was a small plastic bag and in his other hand was a bottle of what looked to be tea.

As he shuffled through the park along the path, he eventually stopped by a tree that was just a few feet away from the path. He walked on over and all but collapsed at the tree's base, leaning up against it and stretched his legs out in front of him. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. A few minutes passed of him just sitting there before finally, he moved again and began to unpack his bag.

A box of ootoro. He began to eat his dinner with his fingers, the bottle of tea on his other side. Of which he occasionally took a sip from. The typically observant informant seemed to be...well. Not so observant tonight. He seemed to be, anyway.

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He'd been in Zelda's house! She smiled at him! She gave him his sword and shield back! She named him! And he hadn't done anything stupid enough for Shizuo to hit him with furniture or fixtures again! For how horribly the day had begun, it was certainly ending wonderfully. He felt like a new person. Or even a person at all.

As happy as he was, though, he was equally embarrassed and still so confused. He may know what to do now - protect his friends and his princess - but from what? How? Maybe he should start just by getting the milk Zelda had wanted...

Oh Goddess he'd touched her skirt!

As usual when his mind is in turmoil, Sola finds himself in the park in the comforting shadow of the trees. Not as usual, however, is his roommate sitting seemingly dejected under a tree.

"Izaya?"

He sighed softly.

Ever since Ruca learnt about the attacks at the city – or actually about the kraken - he wondered if he shouldn't actually practice sword fighting a little or something like that. He didn't like to fight and he wished he wouldn't have to fight at all here, but the more he thought about it, the more he begun to realize he might not avoid battles in the future.

Besides there was still a problem with Chitose. If Mathias ever got here... no, he'd rather not think about that. He should be happy that no one is trying to kill him for now.

Thinking about all of this the silver-haired boy sighed again. Though, at some point Ruca remembered that it would be best if he paid some attention to where he was going and when he did, he spotted Izaya.

Ruca blinked. The man looked different than he always; he seemed like he didn't get much sleep... or maybe it was something else? Maybe something was troubling him?

Ruca frowned with worry as he approached him.

"Mr. Orihara?"

[ Did it really matter if it wasn't safe to be out? As far as this demon was concerned, he could take anything anyone could throw at him. He had noticed the change, the lack of sleep, the fact he hadn't been crazy assaulted with the same fervor as before but then leave it to Laharl not to exactly know what to do with himself in situations like this.

Normally, he spent the afternoons (or what remained of them seeing as he normally slept til the late mornings) about the city, trying to make sense of it all so it wasn't exactly a surprise that he'd chanced upon his roomate where he was and in such a state. It was only when Izaya sat down that he approached, nonchalant as always. Had he been following him since he entered the park? Maybe. Just... out of curiosity because really, what is concern, bro?

When he approaches, he's oddly quiet, as if not really wanting to bother him. ]

Hey. Izaya.

[ well, it's nonetheless interesting to find a person nearly passed out while amidst his own endeavors, and of course he's curious about it, so—!

he'll be leaning over this man with a smile right about now. ]

My! What an interesting place to sit considering there's no lack of proper seating around. [ there are benches only a little ways off... ] How did you arrive at such an exhausted state?

[There's the rustle of leaves, and there's a familiar man walking out of the forest nearby. When he sees Izaya, he pauses, blue eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. He's dressed simply, and seems to be carrying a small book in his left hand, his fingers obscuring the title. After a pause, he speaks.]

Hello, Izaya. Relaxing?

[ When he spotted Izaya, Naoya initially paused. Considering the way their last interaction had gone, he was not sure what the man thought of him, or what he might do. Should he pass by without saying anything? That seemed overly rude, but being overly friendly with a man who had put a knife to one's neck also seemed a poor idea.

In the end, he settled for a small wave as he passed by. ]

Hey.

[ Then he notices the dark circles under Izaya's eyes and the glazed expression. He stops abruptly. ]

Are you okay?

Izaya didn't know why he expected to be left alone. It wasn't necessarily that he didn't feel like talking. Okay, it was in a way. It was more or less that he was just tired. So when he heard feet coming, his fingers paused around that piece of ootoro. His eyes flicked up, and for a moment, he looked dangerous. It faded the moment he saw Link and instead he smiled up at him, his expression kind.

"Hello, Link," he greeted, lowering the piece of sushi back into the box. He licked his lower lip and set the box into his lap. Link looked..odd. No, he looked happy but a little flustered even. "What's up? You look kinda funny. Did Shizu-chan throw another bench at your face?" he asked.

He'd briefly seen the two of them together before he leaped away to continue whatever it was that the man had been doing throughout the past few days.

"Have you had dinner yet?" he asked, glancing down at his food before he looked back up at Link.

Just as Izaya took another bite of the sushi, he heard his name from a familiar voice. He looked up and swallowed down his mouthful. Ruca. The kid was sweet and a bit cute. And he shrieked of innocence. Izaya had almost been so caught up in himself that he forgot to invest time with Ruca. He didn't like that.

"Ruca," he said with a genuine smile, lowering his fingers. "It's been a while. How are you?" he asked, shifting his legs up to his chest before he set his box aside. He never liked to eat while talking to someone he didn't know too well. It struck him as rude.

"We never went to the library together, did we?" he asked, titling his head to the side. "Shame. Although in all fairness, you won't learn much about Vatheon if you go there. But ah- you just like to read, don't you? I have some books back at my apartment if you're ever interested...Ah. What are you doing out tonight?"

Sola paused at Izaya's harsh look, something he hadn't yet seen cross his face, but once his landlord called him by his original's name, he thought no more of it.

"Actually I have my own name now! Call me Sola, okay?" He plunked right down next to Izaya, removing his recently reaquired arms to set them gently down next to the glass bottle he'd been clutching, and smiled genially. "Shizuo didn't throw anything! And I got to talk to Zelda." He blushed and broke eye contact. "She named me, actually. A-and we had tea, so I'm not hungry, you go ahead. Thanks."

There definitely was an attitude difference from the morose figure that had been sulking around the apartment earlier.

[Izaya, for once, had not noticed that he had been followed. If he was. Who knows. He was a bit in his own world but that much was probably obvious. He swallowed down another mouthful just as he saw two familiar feet.

He glances up and his expression actually doesn't change.

Instead...he looks back down and pokes at the sushi.]

Yo.

[His eyes flick back up and then he smiles. Just a little. Concern? Yeah he doesn't expect that.

Except with Laharl, he's almost kind of starting to. Their relationship was pretty interesting on most days and after recent events...well...]

What's up, Laharl? Taking a stroll?

Maybe.

[ The fact he hasn't been told to go away acts as a measure of self-invitation so the prince settles himself beside the informant, arms crossed over his knees and staring off. There's a respectable distance between them, a foot possibly. The prince didn't want to seem too familiar after all. It wasn't his way of doing things. Despite the fact that maybe... just maybe... Izaya had managed to tame that wild fire just the smallest bit.

This tree was familiar. He spent quite a bit of time here himself but mostly up in the branches than down here.

A moment of silence passes before he speaks. ]

So what's up with you?

[He stops mid-bite and his eyes roll up.

Now, this isn't a face he was familiar with. Not at all and Izaya wants to change that pret-ty quickly. Despite his exhausted state, he drops the sushi and grins a bit dangerously.]

Is it? Maybe I just wanted to relax under a tree. Y'know, get in touch with nature and all.

[Says a guy from a big city.]

Me? Exhausted? [He chuckles and flicks his wrist as if to dismiss that.] Do I look exhausted? Ah, well. I suppose it's been a long day. But more importantly, who are you? I don't think I've met you before. And I think I'd remember someone like you.

[Izaya looks up the moment he hears that rustle. And. Jacob. He bites on his finger accidentally in surprise and instantly hisses in mild pain, a drop of blood surfacing. The sushi is dropped back into the box and he sticks that finger in his mouth.

Regardless of his surprise, he smiles around his finger and looks pretty cheerful anyway.

Well damn, he didn't think that he was this tense really.]

Jacob! Hi-hi. Yeah, something like that.

[A mumble around his finger.]

What's that book?

[And finger out and he's good.]

[Their last interaction had certainly been a little on the hostile side. But even though that was the case, Izaya glanced up at Naoya as he passed and didn't look remotely bothered to see him.]

Hello, Nao-kun.

[He expects him to keep moving so when Naoya suddenly stops, he sort of just blinks.]

Eh? Why would you ask that?

Maybe?

[Oh Laharl. Why are you so obvious? And so sweet? He watches Laharl sit beside him and doesn't say much of anything but he does sort of grin at the little demon prince. Yeah, he liked him all right in an odd sort of way.

.....

Well. Izaya's just going to take that question as non-seriously as possible because, you know, Izaya.]

Just eating dinner. Would you like to try a piece? It's ootoro, I don't know if you've ever heard of it but it's really delicious.

[Looklook he's even going to hold out a piece to Laharl's mouth, an encouraging grin on his face.]

"Sola?" he echoed, looking a bit confused. He watched as Lin- Sola sat down next to him. His nose wrinkled up somewhat but he didn't express much beyond that. Sola. He listened to what the elf had to say and...It was almost irritating. It was always refreshing to watch Shizuo take his rage out on someone who wasn't him. Suddenly Sola was okay? Tch. What the hell did he do that was so special?

Izaya rolled his eyes internally and ignored it. He was in a bad enough mood but he wasn't about to let on. He merely smiled and picked at his dinner. "Congratulations. About the name and having tea with her. You seem a lot happier now," he said, picking up the sushi and he looked at it for a moment.

"Do you love her or something?" he asked bluntly, putting the sushi into his mouth to chew slowly at her. "You've always been really concerned with what she thinks of you. And you seemed to be upset a lot because of her. And you were totally stalking her that one day. Or is it just some thing to do with her being a princess or whatever?"

[ He's not sweet, really! He just thinks seeing his roomie being weird is something different because, hey, if it was enough to unnerve Izaya, maybe he should be concerned. The food catches him off guard though. ]

Wh-- what the?! You can keep the damn fish! I already ate.

[ But here's him backing away from the tuna. Not one for trying new things, really. Go figure. So he kind of shifts to the other side of the tree, just a smidge further. ]

Look, just give it to me straight. What's buggin' ya? I can't sleep if you're up all night, yknow!

"I-I wasn't stalking her!" His face turned so red his eyes seemed dim by comparison. "She's just-.. She's Zelda."

Sola picked up the empty milk bottle and rubbed his thumb across its smooth surface. "I never got to see Hyrule, not really, and... the princess kind of is Hyrule, y'know? If she's okay with me, then it's like it's okay to be Hylian. I-I don't know anything about love or if this is what it feels like or anything and it doesn't matter anyway since I know she feels that way about Link, not me, but she's important to me, because she's... Home."

He set the bottle back down, meeting Izaya's gaze with a much more mature look then he'd displayed thus far. "I dunno if that makes any sense." Sola told him sheepishly.

[Yeah well okay but he's still there and Izaya's not very used to this kind of relationship.]

Wa! Laharl! It's so juicy though. It literally melts on your tongue. You should really try new things every now and then.

[And he pops it into his mouth and begins to munch. Ohgod it really is good. Izaya ignores this shift but his body tenses the moment Laharl jumps to the point.

Izaya doesn't respond. Not yet anyway. Instead, he swallows and looks down at the box of ootoro.]

Why not? I'm quiet. I try to be anyway.

[Avoidance of the question? You bet.]

Why do you care anyway?

[It's not an irritated question. It sounds sincerely curious and Izaya is giving Laharl this look.]

"You were hiding in a tree and watching her. I'd call that stalking. And trust me, I've met plenty of stalkers," he said, wagging his finger at Sola but he eventually stops teasing the elf and instead dropped his hand and continued to eat his dinner. He may seem indifferent to Sola but really, he is listening.

"It's okay to be you are no matter what anyone says, Sola," he mumbled. He looked back over at Sola and for a moment, he merely stared back at those red eyes that nearly reflected his own.

"If you don't know about love then how do you know that's how she feels about Link? Ahh...Don't listen to me. I really don't know too much about love," he said and actually sounded a little amused, light hearted at that fact. "Especially not when it comes to being in love with an individual or anything. But hey. If she's important to you then you should hold onto that. And yes, it does make sense. In a way that doesn't sound like it would," Izaya agreed.

He set his box aside and shifted around a bit to face Sola. "So I was thinking that maybe I could help you out a little?" he said, "Since you didn't really even understand a hug. I'm not much of a therapist or anything and I'm not a teacher. But I was thinking I could teach you about society a bit, eh? General interactions, acceptable behavior. Then you could probably spend more time with Zelda and I bet you'll even impress her."

All in all, Shizuo was feeling more positive than he felt during the past couple of weeks. Talking to Zelda had helped his mood considerably, and he was also feeling better about his self-control. He had managed hold back from reacting violently to Sola, which made him feel positive about his future attempts at controlling his rage. His primary motivation was to overcome that so-called need that Izaya had spoken about during their last meeting. It was as though that was all Shizuo needed to try - really try - for the first time since he gave into the pull of anger in his childhood.

At least, that's what Shizuo wanted to think. That progress meant eventually being able to walk away from Izaya - avoid that half-crazed desire to kill-but-not-kill, that feeling that Izaya was, indeed, all he had. The only person to take the full brunt of Shizuo's violence.

No. He wouldn't think that way. He had Zelda, who wasn't afraid to touch him, and he had his one glimpse into self-control. He had met people who didn't think he was a monster. Shizuo could do this. He just needed to stay focused.

Of course, this was a process, not something that could change over night. So when Shizuo caught sight of Izaya, in the corner of his vision, just as he walked the path in front of the informant, he felt that instant, familiar irritation. But that wasn't all - he also a twinge of shame as he recalled their last conversation. It had been so raw, so exposing. Shizuo wanted just to walk right passed him and pretend he never saw Izaya sitting there, but he was no actor. He couldn't pull off a stunt like that. And so he turned, feeling the heavy weight of defeat.

He couldn't avoid Izaya. Just as the flea had said.

It didn't matter that Izaya looked tired, even a little defeated himself. It didn't matter that Shizuo truly wanted to leave before giving Izaya the chance to speak. He turned, approached, and positioned himself right above Izaya, so that he was bearing over him. Shizuo leaned forward, a threatening fist shoved against the tree under which Izaya sat.

"You," he said in a tone laced with irritation. And that's all he said - because between them, conversation had become somewhat dangerous. Shizuo wanted to focus on the hope for a chase, something without words, rather than a pause for conversation.

He wanted Izaya to move.

[ Hey, neither is he. As far as he's concerned, demons didn't need friends and yet here he was going out of this way for this one human who tormented him on a daily basis... and yet, made him feel strangely at home in this weird city.

There's a huff as he settles back against the tree. He continues to stare off through most the time but his eyes barely glance over at the question. As usual, there's the faintest hint of a flush through his protest. ]

What? Can't a guy ask some a question?

[ But he sinks back down. ]

Besides. You've been acting weird, okay? Just spill already. The hell's going on through that head of yours, Izaya? Must be pretty big if it's beating you up like this.

Sola pressed his two pointer fingers together, pouting. "They just sat down under the tree I was in already..." Okay maybe he was watching just a little.

He listened to what Izaya had to say and nodded a bit. "I know, Johnny said so too, but I don't really have a who I am, not yet. I realized it when I was talking to Sheik. I was made to replace someone who's still around, so... I'm just a fake." He looked down, expression troubled. "I actually went to tell Zelda I was sorry and she didn't have to ever talk to me again, but instead, somehow, she ended up making me feel like an individual. I mean, she accepted me anyway, even though she's the one who said I'm not Link in the first place when I was too confused to listen."

"I'm glad you get it, though. I don't think I can explain it better." Sola rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. "You'd really teach me about everything? Won't that be annoying?" He looked hesitant, but blushed again all the same. "Though I guess impressing Zelda wouldn't be a bad thing."

Izaya had been just about to put another piece of that delectable sushi into his mouth when a shadow fell over him. Izaya didn't even need to look up to know who it was. He could all but feel that raw, powerful energy that practically emanated from Shizuo like some sort of aura. While Izaya might have once felt terribly amused and joyous at the chance and opportunity to harass Shizuo, tonight was simply not the night. He wanted nothing to do with this man. He felt exhausted and if he were being honest with himself? A little miserable. Shizuo had been the very last person he wanted to run into.

"Yes, Shizu-chan, it's me. Brilliant observation skills you have there. I always wondered how well you could see in the dark while wearing sunglasses," Izaya said, setting the piece of sushi back down into his box. For an annoying moment, he wondered if this was how Shizuo felt whenever he came crashing in on his moments of peace. But Shizuo deserved those ruined moments of peace. Besides, it was hardly Izaya's fault that the man was so easy to spin into a trap and rip apart.

Izaya did not move. He didn't even get out his knife. Instead, he merely stared up at Shizuo with a frustrated expression on his face. He did not want to play today.

"Go away, Shizu-chan," he said after a prolonged stare and he even waved his hand at Shizuo as though to dismiss him. "Your face was the last thing I wanted to see today. I don't feel like playing with you right now. Why don't you go entertain your protozoic brain somewhere else? Go bother Zelda. Since you've taken such an interest in the woman," he said with a disapproving cluck of his tongue. "But leave me alone."

This was a defiant tone and he wanted nothing more than just that. He slid another piece of sushi into his mouth and stared back up at Shizuo- as if daring the blond to make a move. "Oh that's right!" he said, suddenly cheerful in tone, "You can't."

That thing about conversation? Yeah well, Shizuo came onto Izaya on a bad night. He looked back down and his shoulders slouched. He really didn't want to deal with this tonight. He didn't like that he was starting to feel a bit irritated and upset at just being near Shizuo. He had just gotten finished thinking obsessively about their last interaction and he really didn't need a reason to start obsessing again. Like Shizuo was trying to work on controlling his rage, Izaya was trying to work on his...obsession. "Just go die somewhere Shizu-chan."

I wouldn't call you a guy necessarily....

[Izaya can't help but feel this weird, indescribable twist of an emotion in the pit of his stomach. He doesn't like that he can't entirely explain it. But having someone-

tch. No. He wasn't some pathetic jerk who really needed support and friends and what the hell ever.

But...It wasn't so bad. Having someone who seemed to kind of give a shit. It was in that moment that he could admit that yeah, Laharl? He was a friend. He didn't bother trying to understand or figure Izaya out. He just took him on as he was and that was that. He didn't try to have 'good faith' in him or anything. He told him he was a dick but he seemed to like him anyway.

It almost made him miss Shinra. But not really.

Izaya blinked once he realized he'd been staring at Laharl and eventually just shook his head.]

I'm not beat up.

[.....]

Just have a lot on my mind. [Duh.]

But ah..I guess I was looking into the whole fairy thing and that new woman. I've been busy doing research with that. Ran around the island a bit.

[...That's obviously not all but that's about all he's about to share.]

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your first action then because we can't stay away man.

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I'm so okay with this. And duh. They're perfect

The best awkward friends ever!

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They so cute :|

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8| In a way only they can be, I find.

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It's just their dynamic. Whaterr'r

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EXACTLY! 8D

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