The Raven's Rose - Pawn

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DaveTheFurry: I love being Garry, he's like an alternate version of me where I get to indulge in all the things I have strong affinities for that I don't have a chance to explore myself.

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PAWN

Not only only was Garry suddenly pushed to the ground, he had this hot informant he just met land on top of him. A vending machine came soaring over both of their heads, only to be followed by the enraged cry of Izaya's name from a more than pissed of blonde haired brute. Garry tried to keep up but he just wasn't ready for the agility. He had the ability to run fast. After all he had a slim, tall body, but the surprise caught him off guard and he wasn't ready. Although, he was given a bit of incentive to run with all the vending machines, dumpsters and things that shouldn't be able to be picked up... get thrown around town at bullet speed.

Izaya noticed he dragged Garry behind him, so he got an idea. "Blue-chan, you're too slow, Shizu-chan will catch up to you at this rate! Here, climb up and hold tight!" Izaya forced Garry on to his back and used all his strength, combined with his nimble abilities to gave Garry a piggy back ride. He included parkour to lose Shizuo and efficiently made it to the post office. Well, at least I know he's not related to Shizuo somehow.

They caught their breath while ducking below windows. The two clerks at the post office had quite the confused look on their faces. Garry quickly explained to them the situation and why they shouldn't worry. That was when he realized they were in front of the post office.

"Oh hey! This is the post office… I'm here to pick up my package. Name is Garry Monteau. I should have some wall scrolls in for me?"

The clerk handed Garry his wall scrolls, and got him to sign a sheet of paper. Then Garry wished them a good day.

Izaya was in-shock at Garry's composure. He lived through a deathly painting, only to be greeted with a vending machines and an enraged brute. He held onto Garry's arm before he walked outside.

"I suggest you wait for a few minutes, unless you want to die." Izaya laughed. If it were anyone else, Izaya would not care if they decided it was a brilliant idea to walk outside. He still had business with Garry; he couldn't have him dying.

"I'm missing all the fun because of you," Izaya sang, "feel special!" The clerks looked over to them, aghast expressions on their faces. It was truly entertaining to mess with humans, especially since everyone knew who he was.

The infamous informant leaned in closer to Garry's ear. "They are afraid of me. You'll find that common. To be honest, I'm surprised you haven't heard of me before." His lips ghosted over his neck, his hot breath blew against it before he pulled away. "You look so embarrassed, Blue-chan! That's so cute."

Garry was bright red. Izaya wasn't being fair, being all sexy like and almost kissing his neck even though they just met. He stumbled back from a combination of shock, embarrassment and arousal. It was a weird, yet spectacular combination. Garry leaned up against a wall. "Wow, your friend out there sure is angry… not to mention strong! Don't vending machines weigh over 2000 pounds or something? It's kind of scary, how long will we have to wait?"

Garry used what time he had to contemplate what to do with Izaya. He didn't know whether to stay out with him or him walk him home, get his number and then go home himself. He thought the latter would be a better idea.

"My friend?" Izaya looked at Garry, laughing hysterically. He hadn't met people who threw vending machines and swore to kill their friends. Then again, Shizuo convinced the raven that he was not human. "Strong is an understatement, he is a monster. He's been hit by a truck before, suffered several gun, and stab wounds. The man is indestructible."

He glanced at Garry from the side of his eyes. "You live here, yet you haven't heard of Shizuo or myself." He looked out of the window. "If you want, we can escape underground... which would mean heading to Shinjuku, where my loft is."

Garry stopped for a moment. "Underground? Like through a subway tunnel?" Izaya proved to be a big mystery bag, while Garry pulled out one strange and exciting thing after another. Not only does Izaya have a hulk of a man chasing after him, who uses vending machines as ammunition, he's also really popular, not often civilized, and feared by the general public! Not to mention hot, sexy, flirtatious to no end, and… playful? Garry could tell Izaya was no ordinary human being, and that getting to know him, or perhaps romantically involved with him would be an uncanny experience.

"What else would be underground?" Izaya smirked at him. He only invited clients over to his loft, never interesting humans. Or anyone who was as... innocent as Garry. "Do you have a problem with subways? Maybe that's why you live under a rock." He teased.

The informant decided that he would tag Garry along. He wouldn't let Garry slip away from his hold, his eyes. He spent so much time and effort watching Garry live through hell, why would he let him go so easily? Izaya's smirk grew as he grabbed Garry. He lifted him on his back and ran towards the subway.

"Awaaah!" Garry closed his eyes and held on tightly to Izaya as he sprinted toward the subway. Ever since he escaped from the gallery, Garry was terrified of the underground, more than he should have been.

As soon as they arrived at the subway, Garry closed his eyes tight and held on Izaya as hard as he could. He didn't want to see the dark tunnels of underground where anything could reside. He found himself tightly clenching onto his rose as well. He had to treasure and protect his rose at all costs in the gallery. It was his form of life. When they made it to Shinjuku, Garry flopped off of Izaya and laid on some nearby grass.

Izaya received a bunch of confused looks as he carried another man on and off the subway. So, Garry feared tunnels or dark places. He placed Garry on his lap as he sat down on the subway and held the man protectively. He didn't want Garry to run away from flashbacks of the demonic gallery. Maybe he was in a state of shock? It would explain his odd behaviour, in which case, he was human. There were so many questions. Izaya stared down at Garry on the grass. "Are you dead?" The raven leaned down and pet Garry's hair softly. He grasped his neck in his hand suddenly, feeling his pulse. "You're alive! Now you have to take a shower."

Garry blushed deeply and jolted into a sitting position. When Izaya ran his fingers through his hair and grabbed hold of his neck: it turned him on, but he was still in public and they had just met. Of course it was wrong to just lay there and let the strange informant do as he pleased.

Bright red, Garry managed to say: "U-ummmm I am okay. I'm not dead. I just don't like being underground. It has something to do with that god forsaken gallery. A-anyway, I'm fine thanks." Garry loved the feeling of Izaya's touch on his hair and neck. He already found him hot, this was too much to handle. "Okay, so where do you live then?"

Izaya helped Garry stand up. "I live a few blocks away in a loft. It's on one of the highest floors, with windows surrounding it." The raven lead the way to his loft. It was huge; that was the first reason he wanted to buy it. Black marble counters, sheets, electronics, couches, chairs, black everywhere. It was his favourite colour, along with red.

Izaya opened the metal door to reveal a large foyer. His house was open with barely any doors. Good, Namie is not here. I can't stand that vile woman. "Welcome to my loft! Can I get you a drink?" He asked as he opened the fridge. There were no drinks. In fact, there was nothing. The informant usually ordered take-out. "Of... water?"

Oh wow he has a loft just like me, though his is way bigger than mine. Really nice though, with all this black. "Huh? Oh you don't have anything? Well yes water is fine. I could use some after all the running." Garry took his drink and sat down in the most comfortable piece of furniture. He set his drink of the table near it.

The author let out a huge sigh and made himself comfortable, closing his eyes. This all moved so fast, I was just at the gallery today. I only left Ib and the painting earlier today. If time was even an object in that horrifying world... Garry needed to clear something up. "So uhh, you know that guy who was kind of sort of trying to kill us, may I inquire who the hell that was?" Garry said, hearing the faint echo of his words.

"Don't worry, he was only trying to kill me. He doesn't like me in Ikebukuro, apparently he can sniff me out. He's like a dog... Anyways, his name is Shizuo Heiwajima. He's hated me ever since high school, we've had a few fights." That was an understatement, though Garry didn't need to know that.

In fact, he didn't need to know anything. Izaya was a master at lying, as sly as the chesire cat. He knew how to get what he wanted, when he wanted. "So, aside from writing and art galleries, what else do you do in your spare time?" He hummed. The raven walked up behind the couch, fingering the knife in his pocket.

"Well, I like going to art galleries, as you may have guessed. I have a pretty big appreciation for the fine arts, especially considering I am an art student. Oh yeah, I should probably mention, I'm an art student in a nearby college. I go every weekday, weekends are my days to relax and do what I want. I mostly write. I've written three books that have been published, just by a small company. I like writing, it is peaceful and I like to turn my thoughts into stories. Not as relaxing as going to my shrine, but like it."

Garry had a passion for writing. When one of his friends from college gave him the idea he should actually publish his stories and make money off them, Garry thought it was a pretty sweet idea. He made a stable income off his book sales.

He still likes art after all he has been through? This man has a strong passion. "So doesn't this interfere with being a college student? And your writing?" Garry gave him a confused look, he proceeded to explain. "I mean, being here... Or maybe you can use more rest. Speaking of which, do you want to stay the night? It's a long way back to Ikebukuro." He offered. "Plus it's getting cold outside, and you have a torn jacket." Izaya ran his fingers along the edges. He couldn't imagine wearing a ripped jacket; it would bug him to no end.

Garry became really tense. I shouldn't stay over, I just met him! He could be dangerous! Judging from what I went through today, he probably really is dangerous! I can't stay here overnight. I don't want to lose his contact though. Garry stood up and held his coat.

"I-It's supposed to look that way. U-um… look, you're a nice guy, but I don't think I should stay over night. I mean, we just met today." Garry walked up to him nervously. "But do you think we can see each other another time? What are you doing tomorrow? Maybe we could, I don't know, get together again?"

Izaya smirked widely, like the Cheshire Cat. What, is he afraid of? Me? Oh, oh, this is so much fun! But he's not afraid of moving back to Ikebukuro, where a man almost killed him? Oh well, it's better this way. He'll miss me, and he'll want more and more until finally... he breaks.

"Aww Blue-chan, that is so cute! Look at you, you're already blushing." He helped Garry into his coat from behind him. "Of course we can see each other tomorrow. I have nothing better to do."

Yes, I'm able to see him! I think he likes me, but I'm thinking too far ahead. "It's not that far, I can manage. Besides, I can stop at my shrine garden on the way. I-I am thankful for the invitation though, I appreciate it. I can just catch a bus or something, don't worry I'll be fine."

Garry headed towards the door. He exited, carrying his scrolls which he surprisingly hadn't lost. "Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Wait, is there any way I can contact you?"

Izaya walked towards his desk and gave the amethyst eyed man his business card. "All my contact information is there. Call anytime, I barely sleep. Bye-bye now." The informant cupped his own cheek in his hand, gazing at his pawn fondly. Garry was a pawn, he was no more. He was just another one of Izaya's loyal subjects, that was how he was supposed to behave. It excited the raven every time someone gave him a form of mystery. In this case, he strove to know whether or not Garry was human. Either way, he had huge plans for his future.

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