♚Can't catch me♚

「Haha, I see. Straight to the point? Well then… tell me; What is it you wish for? What is your hope? Mine is inside of that locket.」While speaking his hand trailed over the large scar on his neck. Owl may have lost his vocal chords and wife because the promoter tricked him, but because his child was still alive… he continued to be able to smile. As long as that small sliver of hope remained, he would not give up on his quest to just simply hold his child.

「That’s why, you see, I carry that necklace with me.」

“You carry a necklace around thinking it holds your hopes and dreams in it?” He sneered, his top lip curling back to revel the look of what could resemble a demon. “That’s sort of sad, really. You’ve put all your life into something that is replaceable, something that is..just not worth how much you believe it is, ne. You see, I can do a lot of things to this locket of yours. I can keep it for myself, hide it away in my bathroom so you’ll never see it again. I can hand it over, watch as you smile in glee at my kindness and hold it to your heart. Or..I can..drop it on the ground and..—” Releasing his grasp on the jewelry’s chain and allowing it to clang against the gravel, Izaya turned his head up (just to level his and his new friend’s gaze together) and rolled his shoulders forward into an uncaring shrug. “Smash it.”

「Yes, you’re right. I won’t let my hope fall so easily again next time.」his mechanical voice remained calm, even kind, despite the fact that he sensed that his locket wouldn’t be returned so easily. The smile the other donned wasn’t a foreign thing to Owl, plenty of Deadmen wore the same grin. At the same time it would take more than that to intimidate the prisoner.

「Ah… The skies are beginning to cloud. What a shame, it had been so nice out previously.」he said as he let his extended hand fall to his side. His weather forecasts were never wrong, even though it wasn’t exactly the artificial night sky above their heads that he was talking about. 

What a cruel fate it was to be freed from Deadman Wonderland, to only be trapped in an entirely new location. At least, so far, there was nothing akin to the Carnival Corpse or punishment games. Despite that, Owl couldn’t find any sense of happiness in this new-found ‘freedom’. What was the point of it if he couldn’t be reunited with his child? Even more than that, he was obligated to procreate with a woman he had never met before? 

There was no way he’d be able to love her, let alone have a child with her… Not when he still hadn’t even held his first born. 

Well, there was plenty of time to think about such things later. Right now it was getting late, and Owl still hadn’t located his apartment yet. Despite it getting dark, there were an abundance of people enjoying the ‘night life’. Though he didn’t want to dwell too much until he got settled in, his mind continued to race. How did he get of of Deadman Wonderland? Did everyone else escape? Why couldn’t he remember how he came to be here?

While lost in thought, Owl felt a forceful shove at his side, successfully causing him to stumble and drop what he held most valuable

—his empty locket.

Quickly leaning down, he reached out to retrieve it only to have it picked up by someone else. 

「Ah…」

The look about his face when he realize he couldn’t bewitch her like the crowd he did so earlier was priceless. There was nothing better then to see the look of shock on another’s face when they plans went down the drain. How she had miss that look as well as the look of fear on another’s face.

How long has it been?

Pretty long, but then again being dead for sometime did seem pretty long. Which lead her to ponder how she was even brought back to life life? If she recalled, she came back as a living corpse, a fallen angel when she was did in by that damn curse on her..

Fuck, was the curse with her now?

Guess time will only tell.

Bringing herself back to the situation at hand, an eyebrow perk up as her future ‘mate’ moved closer, dogs growling, teeth baring, ready to attack. A twitch of her finger was all that was needed to heel her beasts, letting her companion inspect her.

“—Unpleasant and disgusting. Though you hardly seem like any of those, so I guess I won’t have to cheat on you or leave you all alone one cold winter night without anything to survive with.”

“How sweet of you to think I would need you during cold winter nights.” A purr escape her lips. Now the fangs of the she dog was just starting to show.

Really, what fool did he take her to be to need a male at her side? If he thought her to be one of those whiny, needy females, she was going to have to do something about that. Izaya was going to find out soon enough the woman he was paired up with was anything but whiny and needy.

She feign interest as he went on and explain about his identity and why he had given a false one. He really did seem quite fool of himself, spoke as if he was a God of some sort, or worse. Prideful arrogant being, sadly Misaya found that a bit of attractive, but she wouldn’t admit that. Oh no, there was much to be done.

As she was granted permission to speak, hands slipped out of the pockets of her jacket, taking a step closer to the lanky male, red hues locking onto his own as if trying to peer within that dark twisted soul of his. Searching, as if trying to find what he hid in the darkest parts of his Soul.

“Misaya Reiroukan.” She spoke, breaking the silence between them. “And I have no intention of making any crying meat sacks with you just because some damn scientist wants to save Humanity from the brink of it’s own destruction.” She gave him a sweet smile.

“For the record, I love cold winter nights, Orihara and can survive it just fine by myself.” The young magus tapped his nose and turn on her heels to head towards their living quarters, black dogs trotting right after their Master. Stopping in her tracks, she glance back at Izaya.

The soft rumbling growls of her dogs was enough to alert her that someone was approaching. Glancing over, red iris slid over to see the snake from before. Oh joy. What had she done to attract his attention, this time she was purposely staying low on radar, wishing to find her apartment and this person she was engage too by force.

Just thinking about it left a foul taste in her mouth.

Where was that scientist so she can sick her dogs on.

Give an opportunity to inspect Izaya closer, crimson eyes glance down his form, observing what was presented before making her back up to his face. Yes, he was good looking, charming but the smile, ah that smile so fake and full of lies and deceit. The corner of her own lips twitch in return, holding back a grin. She had listen to him cast his spell over the crowd around them, gaining their attention and interest.

What a charmer.

What a snake.

 ”You look somewhat intelligent and know what you’re doing. Do you happen to know where the apartment A4 is? Apparently they were suppose to give us a map of some sort, but I think I lost mine.”

The corner of her lip did twitch again, the piece of paper in her hand crumbling beneath her fist. Was this charmer trying to spin a spell for her? Oh, devious, devious being. She stayed where she was, entertaining him of pretending to even be of interest of what he was saying.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, haha! I’m not usually this disorganized.”

Misaya gave him her most sweetest smile, leading him to believe for a second she was biting his bait.

“Oh! It’s quite alright. Though an intelligent creature such as yourself would have notice the maps littering this place on the walls.” A soft chuckle followed suit.

She hadn’t even begun to bare her fangs.

Two, she was plucked from her lifestyle only to be thrust into an underground civilization to help repopulate humanity.

No.

Misaya played no one’s game, they played hers. She was not to be some subject, paired up with a male who was to be her spouse, just to save humanity from the brink of death. For all she cared, they can go extinct and take their miserable shit hole with them.

Speaking of which, she as to be living with said ‘spouse’ in the same apartment.

“….” Glancing around with her familiars at her side, the young magus looked at the piece of paper that had her apartment number written on it. How was she suppose to live with a male she never knew? Oh sure, Lancer she lived with but that was her Servant. This.. this was nothing like the Grail War and this man was not her Servant. Walking along, she heard and saw a male speaking to those around him.

Tch, a preacher or better yet, a fake. She could spot one miles away. It was a canine thing and being a magus, Misaya was use to being around those who pretend to be one way and a complete opposite in another. Their cheery disposition was usually the sign.  Her mood just seem to worsen and continue on, by passing the group listening to the other. In fact, she tilt her head to catch a glimpse of the other.

Black hair.

Red eyes.

Hell, even their coat was almost the same. They could almost pass for siblings. If she had any, anymore. Glancing away, Misaya continue on with her pack of savage black beasts trotting at her side, staring at the piece of paper.

the staccato that heels against pavement produced could be heard across a plaza. everything had gone quiet— the sight of a scantily clad woman seems to have silenced the majority of the chatter. she refused take notice, instead choosing to observe her surroundings. really, after all the fits people back in her hometown threw about damnation this and that, you’d think it’d be a real shithole.

” this sure doesn’t look like hell. “ coming to a stop, she notices that the area looks similar to the buildings back at the Shadowlord’s pad. no… she was sure she’d burned away— there wasn’t a trace of her left… she even thanked that son of a bitch! she remembers!

then, why was she still here.

slowly, as she continues her trek into the city, she remembers bits and pieces of things. a grail. a war. a servant— that’s right, something brought her back—forced was more like it— into a godforsaken war. some shit about a servant and wishes; almost like a fairytale. it expected her to fight too? can’t she take a break for more than five fucking seconds!?

despite being lost in her own thoughts, she soon notices a particular stare. it was one among many, but this one was different, and it pissed her off; mostly due to her preexisting frustration as the sudden events. she glares back, her uncouth mouth making its first of many appearances.

And who was it with the pair of eyes watching the girl belonged to? Was it Santa Claus checking to see if she were naughty or nice? No? Was it the Easter Bunny plotting what sort of eggs he'd get her for when Easter came around? No? Was it God making sure she was doing what he had planned for her in the life his hands had granted? In a sense, yes. In another sense, no. "You know..wandering around like you're lost and then getting mad with someone who was only going to check on you and see if you needed directions isn't very nice." Izaya Orihara. That guy. The fuck ass who ruined everyone's lives. The freak who played a gamble with other people's worlds as if he were in charge of them. The man who thought he was God, but was really closer to the Anti-Christ. What was he doing here? Better yet, why was he following what seemed to be like an ordinary young lady around?