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"...Tche.." Kida silently exclaimed under his breath. This was no time to be allowing adrenalin to cloud logical thought, the environment was dark and asphyxiating, the promise of rescue seemed farther and farther away and somehow, or perhaps this was merely the mind playing tricks upon the young man's already troubled being --the oxygen seemed to be getting thicker, harder to breathe..harder to think..Izaya. Kida knew he was probably grinning there in the dark, treating the mater of finding an exit akin to an older boy tormenting a toddler with holding a piece of candy way beyond the small form's reach. Once again this was all a joke to him, a fortunate cruel joke of fate. Hm..Kida decided there and then that he did not believe in fate and that if indeed he was to get out of this place a sane man, such thoughts should be avoided if possible. "If I do have a plan, it definitely doesn't involve hide and seek with the door." Kida added trying to remain as nonchalant as possible while shining the pale light of the small cellphone against the firmly sealed doors. "Kso.." Another quick check to the screen left the yellow haired male disappointment at the continuous lack of signal. leading him to slowly lower his form to the floor, eyes darting towards the ceiling in hopes of discovering some kind of opening that could lead out of the cramped space. How long had it been now? Half an hour? Maybe more? And already the seeds of Izaya's few words had began to have the desired effect on the young leader of the Yellow scarves. He wanted to get out, he wanted to forget this event ever happened--maybe even leave without the mocking Informant but of course that would be too good to be true.

"I guess it can't be helped then. Since neither of us have a plan, might as well wait." It really couldn't be helped, the impending mockery that would come from Izaya couldn't be helped, nor anger it would trigger, nor the regret. Once last tired glance his cell read : 7:00 pm, the claustrophobic chess game had yet to unfold within that purgatory of the busy city of Ikebukuro.

{ ☎ };; Kida -/- Izaya || Stuck together.

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Honey orbs glared darkly in the darkness, hands forming into fists as Kida tried to compose himself as best as he could. That arrogant...bastard. How Kida wanted to punch him square in the nose..Izaya..Orihara..the only person Saki would ever speak of whenever he visited her in the hospital. And no mater how much the yellow haired teen pretended not to care..it wounded him greatly. And worst of all..Izaya knew that, just like he knew everything else. Teeth clenched together as Kida abruptly snapped his phone open once more to shed light onto the small secluded space. "Urusai na!" Kida turned sharply to face the outline of the smug figure in the dark. Yet, there was no time for settling his hate and desire to escape from Izaya's iron grasp..information was power and Izaya had it, but Kida was armed with patience, and right now that was all he needed. "Ne..Izaya-san.." The leader of the Yellow scarves had now pressed his own back against the tightly shut elevator door, eyes almost casually scanning at the screen of his cell, though a distinct spark of anger could be traced. "If you are going to just sit there and be useless..then at least keep your mouth shut, I'm not planning to sit here and play dark room with you all day."

A small and strangely serene smile formed on Kida's lips as he folded one arm behind his head, listening to the slow tapping of the Informant's foot...This was more than an unfortunate situation, this was a game of chess and although Kida loathed such games, since fate had so sweetly forced him into playing..well, he might as well play. "Izaya doesn't know everything Saki..trust me on that one." Kida inwardly muttered once against raising his phone in search of any signal that would mean a faster way out of this ironic game... The white pawn had made its move, and one could all but wonder..how the black would react to it.

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". . ." Honey brown eyes widened impossibly as the blonde male gazed from one end of the incredibly claustrophobic environment to the other. "Oh no...oh HELL NO!" Of all places, of all times and of all PEOPLE, Kida was stuck in a damn elevator with none other than the Informant he would very dearly wish to break into pieces. Frantically, he grasped for his cellphone in the dark flipping the small device open to shed some light onto his surroundings. Though the small square of electrical light did little to reveal a possible root of escape and sweet salvation it brilliantly lit up the smug smirk on the damn jerk's face.Kida took a deep breath trying to compose himself and mostly ignore the grinning raven head pressed rather comfortably against the wall before glancing down at his phone..no signal..no way to call for help. "...Ma" Kida shrugged his shoulders, shutting his cellphone while trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness. "Since its so dark, I can pretend you're not here, Izaya-san..."

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        ❝ Did you ever expect we’d get stuck together like this?❞

         Izaya chuckled lightly with a brilliant grin before shrugging his

         shoulders, casually easing against the back wall of the elevator.

       Quite frankly, the upper lights went out and the door wouldn’t open,

       leaving an odd question of ‘why' this young man was still laughing.

                                     ❝ ..~ Well, neither did I! Haha! ❞

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Ah Masaomi, I see you're still hiding behind that yellow banner. (// hello new follower! //)

The yellow haired boy turned quietly towards the playful voice. His brow darkening just slightly before being replaced by a half hearted smile. "Back in Ikebukuro, Izaya?" 

ooc:   Hello there, nice to meet you ^^ thankyou kindly for following back~

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A slender yellow eyebrow was raised as the youth observed the solemn strong build man shift his gaze as if scanning the premises. What in the world was he searching for? Maybe he was an aquintance of Tifa's? No,she would have mentioned something to him earlier...Kida knit his brows--something was not right here. Quietly he turned his gaze towards the staircase once more: Good Denzel had moved away and the sound of a door closing inwardly made Kida sigh of relief, if the strange man did indeed harbor ill intentions Denzel would not be harmed.

CRASH "..Hh!?"

Chocolate brown eyes widened as Kida let out a sharp gasp. He was wrecking the place! Digging through like a crazed maniac searching for god knows what, this was bad..very bad..Whoever this guy was, he meant business..and the yellow haired youth could feel adrenalin already pumping through his veins and yet he found himself helpless to move as chairs and tables crashed against the walls only to fall with a bang bringing over objects down with them. The youth was only snapped out of his trance when a chair landed with a crash inches away from his foot. Without placing any further thought, he stooped, picking up the broken leg of a wooden chair off the ground, his voice breaking the echoing tension.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING BASTARD!"

The leg of the chair went flying violently in the direction of the silver haired man--still occupied with pushing the last standing objects out of his way. This seemed to somehow direct his attention towards the previously seemingly invisible Kida. His dark gaze glaring daggers into the turquoise eyes as he took in the first words the giant had spoken to him.

"Quit screwing around, I don't have your mother and I sure as hell don't know who your brother is either..."

This man was surely out of his mind, what mother? What brother? Kida did not understand in the least. Perhaps it was fortunate that Tifa was still away, otherwise accounting for the mess that was to come would be far more difficult.

"Hey, silver haired bastard..." Kida's voice had become soft and dangerous, his form separated by a few inches from the other's.

"You'd better have the cash to re furnish this place. And for the last time..."   Kida took a step forward, his lips pressed into a hard, angered line:

"We don't have your mommy here."

The last said with a slight smirk as Kida mentally prepared himself for the scene that was about to come..this guy was trouble and the youth in question absolutely despised trouble, it interfered with his smile too much and Kida's smile was precious to him..all too precious to be destroyed by Loz.

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Gray…icy..bleak..a sea of lowered heads attached to weak bodies. A palette of tainted color hurrying through the streets day in and day out…this was the world now. A sickly husk of what it once was reflected in the watery eyes of its inhabitants. Rotting away, as specks of black appeared upon canvases of skin. It was almost ironic, how humanity moved in circles, how new plagues returned to haunt the living. And amidst this ‘controlled’ chaos as more hearts ceased to beat, as more cries of agonizing pain where heard from dark alleys..people would wonder.

Can one truly smile?

He could. Now hurrying through the streets looking like a speck of hopeful sunlight in a sea of urban decay, the young man briskly hurried through, chocolate brown eyes shining with blissful energy, his yellow scarf flying behind him as he moved. This was Kida’s nature, so long as he was alive and breathing he would never let go of the bright smile that formed upon his lips..he—needed it the most after all.

Kida was late again and he knew what awaited him as soon as he reached his destination…nagging nagging and more nagging. The youth almost rolled his yes at the thought as he turned the last corner, his lungs sore from sharply inhaling the cold heavy air.

"Kida..stop!"

"Aaah—!" The yellow haired boy barely had enough time to glance into the face of a rather stern Tifa as he collided with full force on the brick wall. "Damn iiiit, I was in racing card mode again—hehe~"

The dark haired woman simply raised an eyebrow:"Late again, I thought racing cars where fast."

"Uhm..I—well..I was being swarmed by ladies and you know me! Live by the bo—"

"Kida!..Just.watch.the.place.while.I’m.gone.alright?" As expected of Tifa, serious until the end when it came to keeping things orderly. Kida raised his hands in defeat before saluting Tifa: "Yes ma’am!"   With a roll of her eyes and a chuckle Tifa gave him a slight pat on the shoulder before turning her back and leaving the yellow haired youth to watch the premises in her absence. 

Kida sighed and walked inside feeling a little weary after his long sprint. Moving slowly around the quiet bar he stretched looking around, pausing for a moment to listen for any sounds of another person being present before casually leaning his body against the counter and closing his eyes with a long sigh.

"Hmm..boring boring..what am I supposed to do now?" The energetic boy murmured to himself comically pouting. In truth..he hated waiting on his own without having something to do and yet, a voice interrupted his silent musings.

"Tifa..?" Kida turned abruptly towards the stairs, visibly stunned by the presence of the small boy who was leaning against them.

"Tch…you scared me kiddo..and Tif ain’t here, she’s out. I’m watching the place today~."  Kida cheerily winked at Denzel who managed to smile back weekly..only to violently collapse towards the steps clutching himself in pain, two strong arms moving to catch him enough to steady his fall…the sunbeam’s smile faded.

"You shouldn’t be up kiddo, better go back to bed."

Denzel caughted slightly nodding his head. "I..I kinda got thirsty, needed some water.."

Kida’s face somewhat brightened as lowered the weak form down upon the first step. "Mm, gimme a sec, I’ll get you some." Slowly, silently he turned his head, his scarf catching a ray of white sickly light as his warm eyes gazed into turquoise malevolent orbs.

"…" The smile once again faded, replaced by an expression crossed between apprehension and curiosity. "Kiddo..go wait upstairs, I’ll bring your water in a minute."  Was all the youthful lips whispered before he walked up to the short haired stranger. Kida supposed he had been standing there long enough to take in his surroundings, and a part of him sensed he wasn’t here for the drinks. 

And yet, hiding apprehension behind a simple smile turquoise clashed with brown as he spoke.

"A little early to be drinking buddy, what can I interest you in?"

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Across the Lifestream (Kida and Kadaj)

Gray...icy..bleak..a sea of lowered heads attached to weak bodies. A palette of tainted color hurrying through the streets day in and day out...this was the world now. A sickly husk of what it once was reflected in the watery eyes of its inhabitants. Rotting away, as specks of black appeared upon canvases of skin. It was almost ironic, how humanity moved in circles, how new plagues returned to haunt the living. And amidst this 'controlled' chaos as more hearts ceased to beat, as more cries of agonizing pain where heard from dark alleys..people would wonder.

Can one truly smile?

He could. Now hurrying through the streets looking like a speck of hopeful sunlight in a sea of urban decay, the young man briskly hurried through, chocolate brown eyes shining with blissful energy, his yellow scarf flying behind him as he moved. This was Kida's nature, so long as he was alive and breathing he would never let go of the bright smile that formed upon his lips..he--needed it the most after all.

Kida was late again and he knew what awaited him as soon as he reached his destination...nagging nagging and more nagging. The youth almost rolled his yes at the thought as he turned the last corner, his lungs sore from sharply inhaling the cold heavy air.

"Kida..stop!"

"Aaah--!" The yellow haired boy barely had enough time to glance into the face of a rather stern Tifa as he collided with full force on the brick wall. "Damn iiiit, I was in racing card mode again--hehe~"

The dark haired woman simply raised an eyebrow:"Late again, I thought racing cars where fast."

"Uhm..I--well..I was being swarmed by ladies and you know me! Live by the bo--"

"Kida!..Just.watch.the.place.while.I'm.gone.alright?" As expected of Tifa, serious until the end when it came to keeping things orderly. Kida raised his hands in defeat before saluting Tifa: "Yes ma'am!"   With a roll of her eyes and a chuckle Tifa gave him a slight pat on the shoulder before turning her back and leaving the yellow haired youth to watch the premises in her absence. 

Kida sighed and walked inside feeling a little weary after his long sprint. Moving slowly around the quiet bar he stretched looking around, pausing for a moment to listen for any sounds of another person being present before casually leaning his body against the counter and closing his eyes with a long sigh.

"Hmm..boring boring..what am I supposed to do now?" The energetic boy murmured to himself comically pouting. In truth..he hated waiting on his own without having something to do and yet, a voice interrupted his silent musings.

"Tifa..?" Kida turned abruptly towards the stairs, visibly stunned by the presence of the small boy who was leaning against them.

"Tch...you scared me kiddo..and Tif ain't here, she's out. I'm watching the place today~."  Kida cheerily winked at Denzel who managed to smile back weekly..only to violently collapse towards the steps clutching himself in pain, two strong arms moving to catch him enough to steady his fall...the sunbeam's smile faded.

"You shouldn't be up kiddo, better go back to bed."

Denzel caughted slightly nodding his head. "I..I kinda got thirsty, needed some water.."

Kida's face somewhat brightened as lowered the weak form down upon the first step. "Mm, gimme a sec, I'll get you some." Slowly, silently he turned his head, his scarf catching a ray of white sickly light as his warm eyes gazed into turquoise malevolent orbs.

"..." The smile once again faded, replaced by an expression crossed between apprehension and curiosity. "Kiddo..go wait upstairs, I'll bring your in a minute."  Was all the youthful lips whispered before he walked up to the short haired stranger. Kida supposed he had been standing there long enough to take in his surroundings, and a part of him sensed he wasn't here for the drinks. 

And yet, hiding apprehension behind a simple smile turquoise clashed with brown as he spoke.

"A little early to be drinking buddy, what can I interest you in?"

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∞ x 3

∞ -  Text: Mann Im so fukinhh drunkg LOL yellow scarves are the SHIT!

x - Text: Hey, your mother..what happened to her?

# - Text: Heh, you really pissed me off with what you fucking did back there man…that’s not how nice kids play…

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ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

The blonde haired youth would pause for a few moments at such bizare a question and rest a single finger upon his cheek in thought.

"Hmmm....tough question...I PICK HOT GIRLS!!"

A wide grin formed on his face as he laughed slightly at his own rather out of place jest.

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✉ Text Messages ✉

∞ - For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.) # - For an angry text. ♦ - For a rushed text. x - For a secret text. ♥ - For a regular text. * - For an early morning text. XD - For a “I wish you just saw that” text.

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delightful-envy said: ooc; **Kidnaps Kida the second he’s active**

ooc:   Senpai STAHP lemme get used to him first XD

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"Bang."

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I TOOK ALL DAY TO DRAW THIS

MY HAND’S FUCKING TIRED

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