#wingsofbeginning

“A-Akito?? No.. You look like him, but you’re not him.. Who are you?”

A boisterous, ceaseless ringing resided within his head which spun in a bewildered state. As the young boy’s hazel lit hues became ajar, cooping with brief shock and partial curiosity, and peered within a dim and gloomy expression. High pitch hinging between creased gaps of the floorboards, after every settled footing rested upon the floor, the freezing temperature envelops the entirety of his figure, the reflection of the moonlight casts a ghoulish glow, door begrudgingly creaked open. A musty, dank order creep into his nostrils. The house was dead silence except for the intermittent creaks and moans. Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain seeping through the roof.

A single golden eye blinked as he saw a figure that looked like Agito, but this one was a woman? Did he know her? Was she another facet of his psychological issues?

He loves overseeing his city.  He loves standing atop tall buildings, looking down at the never-ending bustle of people and cars, doors opening and closing, the quiet murmur of a thousand voices below him speaking at once. It brings Izaya a sense of calm. On certain nights, if he times it just right, the gears that constantly turn in his head slow to a stop, and he has the opportunity to just be.

‘ Hey, hey! Ak- ‘

The young girl had been running full tilt towards who she had assumed to be Akito but she soon found herself stumbling to a stop. Being even a little closer made it very clear it wasn’t the member of Kogarasumaru that she had been approaching. 

‘ oh - wait sorry. ‘  ‘ you’re not - ‘

She patted her jumper, trying to put off any embarrassment she might have felt. She didn’t recognize the woman at all, apart from the fact that she looked like Agito. She wondered briefly if she was important to something, but being a kid she didn’t exactly get told a lot about people who use to be important to the AT world.