SUPERHERO!

Only you and I will go. Just the two of us. Just the two of us?

"Hold still, [name], this might sting a bit." "You're lucky it's just a few scratches. You need to be more careful!" "Don't be such a baby. It's just a flesh wound." "I can't believe you jumped into that fray without thinking! What were you trying to prove?" "Here, let me help. I've had my fair share of battle wounds." "Ouch! Warn me before you start cleaning those cuts." "You're a mess. How did you even get into this situation?" "I never thought I'd see you so vulnerable. It's strange." "Let's patch you up before anyone else sees you like this." "You really need to work on your combat skills. I can't keep playing nursemaid." "I've got the first aid kit. Sit down, and let me take care of those injuries." "You did well out there, but you're not invincible. Let me help." "I told you not to charge in without a plan. Now look at you." "It's nothing serious, just a few cuts and bruises. You'll be fine." "I can't believe you're complaining about a little pain. You should see what I've been through." "Hold on, I'll get the antiseptic. This might sting a bit." "You're surprisingly fragile for someone who fights so fiercely." "You really know how to ruin a perfectly good day, don't you?" "I never expected to see you in need of my care. Life is full of surprises." "I suppose I should thank you for saving me, even if it means playing nurse now."

          “I’m telling you what I really want. And you’re saying no.”          His sigh is exaggerated, more performance than not.          “And I came all this way! How inhospitable. Fine.”

Unless he wants to end up like his fallen comrades, a direct attack on Suyeol himself would be unwise—but his next move has to be extreme. It has to trigger something. Judging by the cop’s strange little tics—namely, gesturing at nothing—K is here, just not in control. He just needs a little encouragement. 

          “Watch this,”          Izaya says, winking. With that, he gets out of the car and slips a knife from his sleeve, flicking it open. Then, he starts to run.

He doesn’t intend to use the knife whatsoever—at least not this time. He just wants to be followed. In fact, once he exits the garage into the light of day, the knife is promptly closed, disappearing back up his sleeve. But he doesn’t stop running. He keeps going, straight for a busy intersection. 

like  a  cat  chasing  a  fucking  lazer  pointer,  how’d  he  know  it  would  work?  suyeol  exits  the  car,  shouting  after  izaya  as  he  runs,  watching  him  disappear  into  the  blinding  sunlight.  he  has  half  a  mind  to  get  back  into  his  car,  though,  to  drive  after  him,  to  watch.  why  lift  a  finger  if  he  doesn’t  have  to?

k,  however,  has  another  idea.  bolting  from  the  car,  footfalls  echoing  through  the  parking  garage  until  he  reaches  open  air.  he  doesn’t  notice  the  knife  being  pocket  again,  too  focused  on  the  thrill  of  the  chase.

it’s  almost  a  disappointment  when  he  catches  up,  and  tries  to  tackle  izaya  to  the  ground.  doesn’t  work though  —  he’s  too  slippery.  k  is  laughing  all  the  same.

“  THAT’S  ONE  HELL  OF  A  WAY  TO  GET  SOMEONE’S  ATTENTION!  ”

Plus, a cop on vacation is still a cop. Willow plays a little mental game of 'What Would Hawk Do?' and reacts appropriately:

brow  furrows,  nose  scrunches  up.  k  grimaces,  pulling  air  through  his  teeth  —  he’s  cringing.  king  is  cringing.  he  shakes  his  head.

“ I  DON’T  THINK  THAT  THE  SERVE  YOU  THINK  IT  IS.  ”        his  face  rests  almost…  mournful.

so,  when’s  the  magic  supposed  to  be  happening?  did  i  miss  it,  or…?

a  quiet  protest,  a  lazy  swat  to  the  empty  air  beside  him  as  though  a  fly  buzzes  in  his  ear.  or  someone  stands  beside  him.  (  SPOILER:  THERE  IS!  KINDA.  )

“  LISTEN.  THIS  ISN’T  ABOUT  YOU,  THIS  ISN’T  EVEN  REALLY  ABOUT  YOUR  DEALER  —  I’M  LOOKING  FOR  THE  ONE  THAT  MAKES  IT!  I  JUST  WANT  TO  TALK!  ”      read:        he  wants  to  fuck  their  shit  all  the  way  up.

Sometimes dinner just presents itself on a platter and an apple in its mouth. After getting over the initial shock of being cornered by a strange, bleeding man in a dark alleyway, she remembers that she's not the one in danger in this situation - even if he does stare at her like that, posturing in a way that should frighten her.

Willow breathes in the moment. It's nice to feel like you have the upper hand.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She takes a step backward into the dark. The alley is nicely shadowed, as good a place as any to --

Wait, there's a something a little fucked up about this guy !!!

Head tilt.

oh!  oops!  haha,  she  gottem!  sure,  k  might  be  the  one  in  control  right  now,  but  it’s  almost  like  suyeol  has  a  grip  on  k’s  tongue.  he  was  going  to  lie  and  say  that  he  wasn’t,  in  fact,  a  cop,  but  he  just  can’t  get  the  words  out.

so  instead,  he  smiles,  puts  his  arms  out  in  a  universally  carefree  manner,  but  also  a  way  to  show  her  that  he  doesn’t  have  any  weapons  or  anything.  he  isn’t  a  threat!  yet! 

“  NOT  HERE,  ”       he  says  smugly,       “  I’M  ON  VACATION!  DON’T  KNOW  WHERE  TO  SCORE  AROUND  HERE!  ”

and now, ladies and gentlemen! a trip inside the mentally ill cops mind!

suyeol: oh,  dear  lord.  you’re  going  to  make  her  think  i’m  an  addict! K: THAT’S  THE  POINT,  GENIUS! suyeol: this is supposed to be a RELAXING vacation, k! can’t  you  just  leave  her  alone? K: NO! <3 NOW WATCH THE MAGIC HAPPEN!

“  WHAT  DO  YOU  SAY?  HELP  A  GUY  OUT?  ”

K meeting the gang

bonus:

If the other one was at the wheel, they’d already be having fun. The reports have led Izaya to believe that the dominant personality is substantially lamer than the alternate one. 

He looks him up and down, trying to get a read on him. Obviously he’s competent—if he wasn’t, Izaya’s friends would be walking free—but there’s a hapless energy about him. In fact, he seems a little distressed right now, and not just because a stranger has slipped into his passenger seat. It must be the mental illness.

“the  one  holding  the  reins  right  now”...  fucking  hell.  his  lips  pull  into  a  light  line,  eyes  close  for  a  moment  as  he  deflates  in  his  seat.  he  came  all  the  way  from  JAPAN to  see  him?  how  the  hell  did  he  hear  about  k?

speaking  of  k,  he  leans  forward  between  the  two  of  them,  hands  on  suyeol’s  shoulders.  his  grin  is  blinding  —  someone  asking  for  him?  oh,  please,  please,  please!        “  TAG  ME  IN  COACH!  NO  ONE  EVER  ASKS  FOR  ME,  C’MON!  IF  HE  ACTS  UP  —  ”        a  wild  punching  gesture  with  sound  effects,  enough  to  rock  the  car  if  he  was  really  there.

suyeol  throws  up  a  hand,  a  silencing  gesture,  before  laying  it  over  his  face.  pinching  the  bridge  of  his  nose.  god,  now  is  not  the  time  for  this.

“  no.  i’m  not  a  dog  that  does  tricks.  what  do  you really  want?  ”

He’s fresh off the plane and in the parking lot of the police agency, scanning for the right car. Something black and a little banged-up from all the adventures it’s been on. When he finds it, he’s pleased to find someone inside, frowning down at his phone. As destiny would have it!

He waltzes right up and checks the passenger door. Unlocked. He slips into the seat, grinning.

         “So if I’m unstable, and you’re unstable, and you’re”—he makes a point of repeating this—“unstable, then who’s flying the plane?”

more  money  just…  gone.  su-yeol  is  sick  and  tired  of  having  to  check  his  bank  balance  every  time  he  wants  to  make  a  purchase.  he  knows  k  has  done  something  with  it,  knows  he  put  it  all  somewhere.   probably  donated  it  again,  or  spent  it  all  on  some  random  something…  either  way,  su-yeol  has  no  idea  where  it’s  gone.  so  he  pours  over  his  phone  and  his  messages  and  emails,  looking  for  any  indication  where  it  could  have  gone.

the  car  door  opening  and  the  sudden  shift  of  weight  in  the  car  doesn’t  phase  him  at  all.  maybe  it’s  just  hui-gyeom,  but  more  likely  than  not  it’s  k  himself,  ready  to  be  smug  and  irritating  and  annoying.

when  he  hears  the  unfamiliar  voice  his  eyes  shoot  up,  his  face  pulls  into  a  confused  grimace.  su-yeol’s  body  shifts  so  that  he’s  leaned  away  from  the  stranger  in  the  passenger  seat.  even  k,  who  was  in  the  back  seat         (  where  he  was  the  whole  time,  apparently.  because  of  course  he  was  )        looks  on  at  the  stranger  in  surprise.

“  w-whoa  —  uh,  wh-what  are  you  doing…  i  think  you  have  the  wrong  car.  ”