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Let's Pretend	By : DarkFae Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 3508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Let's Pretend
- 2-Psyche
- 3-Awake
- 4-Fantasy
- 5-Reality
- 6-Introspection
- 7-Rumination
- 8-Check
- 9-Deja Vu
- 10-Truth
- 11-Checkmate
- 12-Epilogue
- 6
- 7
- 8
Let's Pretend [[Psychedelic Dreams]]

Chapter Seven

Rumination
Namie jumped when Izaya brushed past her to get into his refrigerator. "Yo," he mumbled.
"Jesus! You scared the living hell out of me."
"That's unusual, you're glare could usually rape me as soon as I walk in, Ice Queen..."
"That's because you usually waltz in singing or chattering about your latest victim or you're on your phone," Namie sneered coldly. She handed him a receipt. "Under $100, as requested. And the rice is in the dish cupboard, I couldn't find a spot for it."
Izaya loved the fact that she hated him and had to practically serve his every whim for his protection, grocery shopping and all. Normally he would delight in her bristle, but he just rummaged to the back of the fridge and fished out a bottle of vodka. "Hm," he acknowledged before he took a few gulps.
Namie looked surprised in a sort of weirded out way. "What's with you? Heiwajima-kun finally beat the living hell out of you?"
Izaya smiled and leaned against the counter, remembering last night with a gleeful expression. "You could say that," he chuckled, looking at the bruises on his wrists.
"Hmph. You would deserve it."
"Totally worth it."
"If anyone has more a right to hate you, it's Shizuo-san," Namie told him with her arms crossed. "What are you writing?"
Izaya handed her a list from a legal pad and took another drink. "Something to keep you busy while I work."
"'Cow and Chicken?' 'The Golden Girls?' 'Rocko's Modern Life?' 'House?' 'Naruto??'" Namie read off in confusion. "What is this?"
"My DVR box still needs to be reprogrammed," Izaya told her, making his way to his bedroom with his laptop under his arm. "Those are a list of all the shows I want recorded on a regular basis."
"There's almost twenty shows here... and most of it's on American TV."
"So what's that give me, like … two hours given the state of your technical obliviousness with entertainment equipment?"
Namie sighed and glared at Izaya. He just laughed and skipped down the hallway to his bedroom and slammed the door.
Then he locked it and sat down on the floor very hard.
Shizu-chan. What just happened?? Izaya ran his fingers over the skin on his arms and wriggled a bit with a shudder. It had been better than even he could have imagined, and yet a very uneasy feeling had settled in his chest. Unnerving even.
Was it so wrong that he had just wanted to stay in bed with Shizuo all day? He was half hard at the thought of it. It would be easy enough to arrange another encounter, the man was easy enough to manipulate. But … Izaya wanted him to WANT another encounter. It was a strange urge, and one that Izaya couldn't quite pin.
He rose slowly and sat on the edge of his bed, thinking to himself with a smirk. "Oh how fitting..." he murmured. Then he threw back his head and laughed. "This is just FANTASTIC!"
"Shouting isn't helping me program this piece of crap!" Namie called from out in the lounge in annoyance.
Izaya lay back and laughed to himself for an unknown amount of time. He must have fallen asleep with the amusing thought because he was startled awake by a rap on the door. It was dark outside. "Izaya-san, I don't know or care what you're doing in there, but you have a guest."
"Eh?" Unexpected company? Well this could go either very well or very badly, depending on who it was. Not too many knew where his office was – to dig up information on an information dealer's turf was notoriously difficult. So it was either someone determined for his services, a repeat customer, or someone he knew well. It was not a very long list.
Izaya curled up on his shoulders and sprung himself off the bed, answering the door with an inquisitive look. "Oh dear. What time is it?"
"The end of my shift," Namie told him flatly, handing him her time-card. "I'll be in at ten tomorrow, please do your dishes for yourself for once."
"Nine then." Izaya waved. "Then why are you still here? Ooh, can I get some coffee – ?"
"Get it yourself," she snapped, then marched out.
"Ah, she's still pissed I didn't call the next morning," Izaya chuckled, then looked up at his guest with a dirty smile. "Is it like that with Dullahan's too, Celty-chan?"
I wouldn't know.
Izaya sat on the couch across from her and leaned in to read the message and grinned. "I'm curious as to what a Dullahan's response to rejection would be is all..."
That's not why I'm here.
"Oh?" Izaya asked, rising to pour some coffee. For some reason, he just couldn't sit still all of the sudden. It wasn't the fact that he was hoarding her head, it was more that she seemed to know something he didn't. "You didn't come to discuss proper post-coitus etiquette?"
No, you pervert. Then she paused and typed again. Well, then again...
"What's this all out of the blue?" Izaya laughed, sitting back on the couch and sipping the bitter brown brew. He made a face. "Ugh. Namie-chan sucks at making coffee."
I don't need marriage counseling if that's what you're thinking.
"How IS sex without a head?" Izaya mused. "I'm intrigued..."
Celty shrugged. Go ask Shinra for all I care. I'm here to talk to you about Shizuo.
Izaya spit some coffee out and caught himself with a napkin to save his shirt. Surprise was a rare thing in his business, and personal affairs were dangerous to have out in the open. "Shizu-chan?" he asked, voice slightly higher than he would have preferred. "What about him?"
Celty made motions of her eerie silent laugh before she typed her thoughts for Izaya to read. Just as I thought.
"What are you talking about?"
Don't play dumb, Izaya. It's plastered all over your face, and Shizuo is cake to read.
Izaya smiled. To continue to deny the truth that Celty obviously was aware of would be unwarranted at this point. "Ah yes, that delicious encounter last night. He's an amazing lover you know. Or has Shinra allowed that at all for you?"
Stop trying to turn the conversation back on me. I'm actually here to threaten you, so don't play games.
"Oh??" Izaya asked cheerfully. "Haven't we been through this before?"
Not about Shizuo. Just what do you think you have at stake in this?
"I don't understand the question," Izaya told her, turning his head with a smirk. She's so jealous it's cute...
Her shadow whipped out from her hand and wrapped around Izaya's neck, pulling him over the coffee table and threatening to strangle. How he kept his composure so valiantly was beyond Celty – it's like the man took nothing seriously, not even his very own life. She tapped one-handedly and showed him her angry words via wordpad app, enlarging the text so he was sure to get the point.
DO NOT. FUCK WITH HIM, IZAYA. It's one thing to try and kill each other, which we all know you two will never be able to follow through on. But to toy with his emotions is cruel and uncalled for. Take your 'hobbies' elsewhere, do you understand?
"Are we jealous – ?Ngh..." Celty tightened her shadow around his throat, cutting the quip short.
I'm serious, Orihara.
"Those of us with heads... need to breathe..." Izaya managed, straining his smile though his face was turning reddish purple. Celty released him, throwing him back across to his seat on the opposite couch. "Was that necessary?"
To get my point across, yes. There is another reason I've come to you.
"Besides protecting Shizu-chan's fragile little heart?" Izaya snickered. "You know I don't go cheap..."
Celty threw five bills on the coffee table. Shizuo told me about your dreams. I want you to tell me what you know about Eros and Psyche, and any possible connection between them and you.
Izaya leaned back and thought. "Intriguing correlation! Surely you realize that my opinion is colored in the matter?"
As if you care.
"Don't I?" Izaya asked, wearing an unreadable expression. Celty assumed he was lying and the way she crossed her arms and her shadow sort of huffed indicated disbelief. "Well I suppose that doesn't matter, does it? As for the correlation between the Greek myth and our dreams... wouldn't that be a Celtic or Voudon association?"
I see why Shizuo hates you so much. Just tell me what you know.
"Well on the Celtic side of the coin, the Seelie fae are all about the world of Dreaming, in which they weave messages or even whisk mortals off into their land each night. Some say it is to protect our minds from the sheer Truth of the Universe. Peter Carroll once said 'just as the sun blinds us to the stars during the day, so does the waking mind blind us to the truth in sleep.' Quite metaphysically philosophical, no?"
And Voudon?
"Whenever preforming a ritual of any kind, practitioners of Voudon dance wildly to drumming in order to induce a sort of waking alpha or delta state, otherwise known as trance. Once the correct state of mind is achieved, they are open to receive a spirit, which 'rides' them until the ceremony is complete. Catholics call it 'possession.' Wiccans call it 'Drawing Down the Moon or Sun.' Whatever the tradition, the same thing occurs, which is why I'm not surprised at all that this dream thing spans over cultures across the world."
For being so involved, you don't sound very interested.
"Ah, but I am, do you know why?" Izaya told her, at last ceasing to file his nails to look her in the shadow. Celty shrugged. "Because it's happening in my lovely little city. I love Ikebukuro. I love the humans in it, and I love the fact that the supernatural seems to flock there in droves. This … this is fascinating! Shizu-chan's inhuman strength, the Saika, the Headless Rider and now Riding Spirits! This is WONDERFUL!"
How is this funny?
"Because I'm the one they are targeting!" Izaya laughed. Then he sobered. "Of course, this means I'm not the one moving the chess pieces anymore, so the illusion of Godhood is shattered, for better or worse. This will not do at all."
A God complex? You? Never.
Izaya fingered a chess piece with a thoughtful smile, then placed the black knight between a black and a white Othello pieces along side another knight – the white one. "I need to know who is pulling the strings now if it's not me. Clearly it's a magical or mythical force, and my first guess would actually be you. You're still a suspect, of course." Izaya put the white queen in one of the corners of his board.
Regardless of whether or not you believe me, as the money was not a deterrent to my guilt in the matter, it wasn't me. I don't think I would have dropped that much cash if I already knew what was going on.
"True. But as you said, the money could have been a distraction. So much of course weighs in your favor, but that doesn't get you off the list quite yet." Izaya placed the black queen in the second corner. "A piece of the puzzle I haven't had a chance to move in quite a while. I think I'll have a little chat with her next." He pocketed two bills and pushed the remaining three back at Celty. "You do it. I think she's still mad at me for that stunt last year hahaha! If I do, I'd rather speak to her on my home turf. Send her here if she has any qualms to settle with me..."
And who am I asking, exactly?
"Who else?" Izaya chuckled. "Sonohara Anri-chan of course!"
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