#humanitarianisms

     Despite of what happened  a few weeks ago, no matter how much he tried to forget Izaya and his feelings towards him, Masaomi just couldn’t let it go. It was one of those rare cases when he actually wanted to give up just to find out he couldn’t do it at all. And then, he suddenly realized he didn’t want to give up any more and thought about how to get in contact with the raven again and somehow repair what was broken after their last meeting.

      All of that was a reason why he was currently standing in front of the informant’s door with a bouquet of flowers and tickets to a movie theater, picking up all his courage to ring the doorbell. Doing this like that and trying to persuade the other to go to a date with him was probably very cheesy and very likely to fail but he couldn’t think of anything else and somehow, deep inside he felt that taking things slowly might hopefully be a good idea.

Beep,      Beep,            Beep,

This was one sound that nobody liked to hear. Groggily, the redhead rubbed her eyes, sitting up. It wasn’t her alarm on her phone, and she was pretty sure it was a Saturday, so why was there that constant beeping. A glance at the time on her phone told her that it was about three in the morning. But then, she smelled it. A scent she was all too familiar with as a chef. 

Smoke.

Shiloh quickly spring to her feet, glancing around her apartment. She could smell the smoke, but there didn’t appear to be any? Until she looked at her vents. The fire was in the apartment below hers. Of course, any fire in the building caused the whole place to be evacuated. Grabbing her phone, the sentimental orca stuffed animal from her bed, and  her nearest jacket, Shiloh made her way to the fire escape, heading outside, instantly met with a freezing air. Good on her for grabbing the thinnest jacket possible to shield her shorts and tank top clothed body. 

She could see the thick, black smoke pouring out of the windows of the apartment below her, and she hoped everything would be okay for the family. She had money, she could replace her things, she was just concerned about the family below her. Time passed, the fire department arrived, and the residents of the complex were informed that some could return home, but others had to find a hotel or someone to stay with. Of course, this had to happen during one of the peak tourist times, so almost every hotel was either closed, or booked. So, Shiloh decided to call the one person who she knew fairly well in the whole city.

     she didn’t know how it got to the other spotting her. she wasn’t very careful      where she stepped, or how she tried to avoid getting noticed. the first thing      she noticed on the man was the fur that lined his clothes. but to her, all       Honi saw was the fur. something that was familiar in a place that seemed so      strange. everyone was odd, they all wore nice clothes, while hers were      old and ripped-- dirty. 

      It took Masaomi  almost a week to complete the first task Izaya gave him. He tried to be done as soon as possible, but still wanted to do a good job. He would probably never admit it, but he wanted Izaya to acknowledge his work, to think about him as someone more that just a mere pawn. Though something like that was probably impossible.

      But how tired he was! During the last days, he hadn’t really got much sleep since he was working and when he tried to take a break, his mind was working on the task anyway. That’s why he currently stared at the wall, trying to decide if he should let Izaya know or take a nap first. But work comes first, right?

      Pulling his phone out of his pocket sleepily, he slowly wrote a text:

 —[Message]  I am done with the task. Should I come to your place with the information?

      After sending the message to Izaya, Masaomi sighed and rolled to his side, feeling even more tired than before. It would be fine if he just closed his eyes for a moment, right? If Izaya answers, the sound of incoming text message would wake him up, right...?

Shinra, out on his first walk since recovering from his injuries breathed in the fresh air as deeply as he could. He figured if he expanded his lungs through breathing excercises, he would be able to talk more and more continuously, and thus be able to proclaim his love to Celty with more efficiency. Being uncharacteristically forward thinking he had brought a coat and umbrella ahead of time checking the weather forecast on his phone. 

That was why when it did start raining, he happily opened his umbrella and continued his walk. He had watched an american stage musical once where a man walked happily in the rain for the first time after realizing his love, and Shinra felt right now he could understand that feeling. Nothing could break his high, until he saw a familiar black coat that was.

“What are you doing alone and in the rain, Izaya? That’s too sad of a sight, even for you.”

He teased in his friendly manner as always, conveniently overlooking the fact that this was the first time the two had seen each other in person since their recent stabbings.