05 - Rampant Evil

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[So while this indeed happens on day three of this wicked ridiculous event, think its timeframe more around the area of noon.

Someone (free hint: it's Izaya) just so happens to be down on floor one, chilling in a chair and watching the outside world go by outside.

He's not...in the sun, per say. But he's definitely close enough to look like he doesn't give a damn about important things like UV rays and skin cancer.]

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[last-liar.livejournal.com]

['Sup, Izaya. Just passing through.

Except Yuu will stop once he notices him to greet him.]

Izaya?

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

[Hey Yuu, did you notice how ~amazingly breathtaking~ Izaya is today? I mean, man, the guy can really pose in this chair like a freaking ~marble statue~

However since he is not a ~statue~, just ~perfect~ like one, he looks at Yuu and grins an ~amazing bishounen smile~, dark eyes mischievous.]

Oh? Hey there, Yuu~

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[uh

wow

Izaya

um

Yuu just kinda...stands there, at a loss for words for a minute.]

...............H-hey.

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

[Of course, as luck would have it, Izaya is currently regarding Yuu as equally *delicious* but that's another story entirely.]

This whole event's been weird, huh? I finally just had to come down here...

[Didn't think partial melancholy could be ~beautiful~? Guess again! He shrugs ~gracefully~, his jacket just barely slipping off one ~perfect~ and ~lithe~ shoulder.]

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[Oh my god what is this narration.

Yuu swallows, totally confused by everything ever.]

It uh...yeah.

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Is something wrong...? [Izaya does ~softly~ inquire even though I just simile'd him akin to a ~statue~ not two tags ago. He ~perfectly~ readjusts his jacket, his ~ethereal~ gaze never once straying from Yuu.]

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

...No.

[He rubs his neck self-consciously. There are some mostly-healed bite marks there already.]

Are you...okay? With the event?

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

It could have been worse, I think. I did find something in~ter~est~ing though. [His voice is that of finely spun ~silk~, perfectly ~smooth~ and with many more ~tildes~ than ~necessary~. He beckons Yuu over with a ~perfect~ motion of his ~ivory~ hand.]

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[Somehow it is difficult to resist this perfection, and Yuu comes closer.]

What is it...?

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

[Izaya seems ~pleased~ by this reaction and ~leisurely~ rises from the chair. He seems to take a deep breath, and then he steps out into the bright glow of the midday sun.

Izaya in the sunlight is shocking. His skin, white despite a faint flush, literally sparkles, like thousands of tiny diamonds are embedded in the surface. He stands perfectly still in the hallway, shirt's v-neck leaving a good portion exposed over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating neck bare. A perfect statue, carved in some unknown stone, smooth like marble, glittering like crystal.]

This~

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[/sob

Yuu just

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[~*~*~*~*Dazzling*~*~*~*~ isn't it? Izaya would think so too except he's too busy lunging forward and pinning Yuu to the wall at some ~ridiculous~ speeds, all the while grinning down at him like ~a smouldering anti-hero who gets all the ladies and men at the same time~]

I'm also really hungry...~

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[bmd;lshhjospeakfg

Okay, that kind of breaks the spell a little bit.]

Y-you could have just said so!

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Mm..? But I did want to show you~ [He murmurs ~lightly~, still regarding the kid beneath him as any starving and ~pure~ ~Epicurean~ would be doing at this moment.]

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

...Just don't kill me.

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[Izaya's ~cold~ fingers find their way to Yuu's lips before ~lightly~ trailing down his ~jawline~. Suddenly, ~random~ words are ~tilde'd~.

He doesn't speak, but his expression is ~gentle~, as if to say, "Why would I do that~?"]

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[Wow, this is really kind of uncomfortable. Yuu squirms a little.]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

[Izaya might find that ~adorable~ but most likely he doesn't ~care~.]

Why don't you look that way for me, hmm~? [He taps at the boy's jaw, trying to ~kindly persuade~ him in the right direction. And just because it hasn't been ~mentioned~ yet, Izaya has ~perfect~ skin. Just sayin'.]

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[Yuu makes a face, but does as he's told, turning his head to give Izaya room to bite him.]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

[Izaya chuckles, the sound nothing short of ~melodious~, as he tugs down Yuu's jacket. Izaya is still a ~considerate gentleman~, you see~

But mostly only because instead of having fangs, the Informant has a whole mouthful of ~shiny, pearly and perfectly sharp~ teeth. Because someone out there thought that would be a good ~idea~.

He leans down and sinks his ~still perfect~ teeth into Yuu's neck, specifically the juncture of his ~neck and shoulder~.]

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[OW.]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

[That's ~nice~, Yuu.

Thus Izaya drinks that ~omaigah delicious~ blood, though he does stop early before causing ~permanent~ injury to his friend.

Because that time will come ~later~.]

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[/sobsobsob]

...Are you okay now?

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Hmm, it's better. [He takes a single step back, though it seems his ~amazing perfections~ are going to continue to be talked about until the end of the event.

~Surprisingly~ his eyes aren't as ~midnight obsidian~ as they previously had been. Instead they're now a ~deep burgundy~, which if you're going by the ~anime~ colors, is ~apparently~ his normal. Kthx for the creativity, Twi-vampires. ~But whatever~]

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

[Those tildes are just going crazy all over the dang place.

Yuu slides out from between Izaya and the wall with one hand over the new set of puncture wounds on his neck. Breathing room is good.]

Good...that's good.