cafe-owning-exbartender:
mizuritamanami:
cafe-owning-exbartender:
mizuritamanami:
cafe-owning-exbartender:
mizuritamanami:
Welcome to the Ikebukuro Cafe: @Mizu-san o3o~
mizuritamanami:
Kiseki’s brow furrowed as her mother picked her up.
“Bu…. peopowl can change if dey gowt a weason….. wight?” She asked, looking over at the seething informant.
Jin sighed. “They have to want to change, hun….” Izaya straightened when her piercing red gaze fell on him. “As for you, I can hardly imagine why you’d have come… well, here, to complain to anyone… seeing as how you and …. this nice young man here don’t seem to be on good terms.” Her face flushed a little when she realized that she’d never gotten the blonde’s name. Or the other man’s either.
It was rather hard to keep calm with the ravens presence, however with the fact that the informant was just sitting there quietly, angered at a child , he was able to manage by some sorta grace, be it God, or some other force. “I’m Shizuo Heiwajima.” He would have extended a hand for a shake, however habit told him he’d crush a person’s hand, possibly, so he didn’t. “The jerk over there is Izaya Orihara.” He just about spat the name as though cursed, which it probably was. Grabbing a broom, he held it in an offensive position, as though ready to strike. “Why are you here, flea?” His eyes suddenly narrow as though he has some ulterior motive.
Izaya all but growled “I already told you. I just needed someone to complain to is all.” He shot a nasty look at Kiseki, who, wriggling out of her mothers arms, trotted over to him. He flinched, not wanting to be kicked again.
“You’re lying.” She said, much more clearly than she had spoken before. “You’re here ‘cause somebody scared you…” She whispered, “you’we hiding fwom somebody.”
“Am not!” Izaya defended. Jin looked between her daughter, who had a solemn, pensive look on her face, Shizuo, and then Izaya, relying on her ears now. ” …. She’s right. Your heart rate gives you away… I can hear it hammering in your chest from here. What happened, Orihara-san?”
“None of your damned business!”
He was going to laugh again. What the hell was scaring the raven so bad he’d dare show up in the presence of Shizuo. Izaya would be one to know where the cafe is any everything If something’s really scaring Izaya, though, it could be threatening to him and his friends. Stepping closer to the onyx-haired man, he held the broom as trhough a sword in front of Izaya’s face. “Ya better fess up, flea, and tell us what’s up, less you wanna be thrown out onto some street in the red light district!”
Jin calmly stepped between Shizuo and Izaya, who was looking between all of them warily. “Calm down, Heiwajima-san. Allow me.”
She then stepped lightly over to Izaya and narrowed her eyes. In a moment, she had shifted from a five four woman with black hair, to a six four black wolf. The scars over her eye were much more obvious now, and her lip curled back as she snarled at the informant.
I’d do what he says… and if you curse in front of my little girl again, you are going to regret it.
A moment later, Jin was back to normal and had scooped up her daughter in her arms, setting her in one of the bar chairs in front of the pastry display case. Most wouldn’t have thought it possible, but Izaya was even paler than usual.
“…. its a … family issue.”
“Stop telling half truths. Like I said, your heart beat is a dead giveaway.”
“I’m telling the truth!”
“… somebody in your family that huwt you…” Kiseki said quietly, ” A lowng time ago, an’ats why you awe da way you awe…”
“C-Can you not? What is … That’s really freaky!” Izaya said, now almost terrified.
A moment later, his cell phone rang. He answered it without thinking, and the voice on the other end laughed at him.
“Awww, Is little Za-za having a meltdown?” it chuckled. Izaya went even paler and chucked the phone, watching it shatter.
“…. N-namie doesn’t even have that number… only my sisters….” He said, shaking his head and trembling. “H-He’s not supposed to have that number….”
Whoever it had been on the phone had sent Orihara Izaya into a panic attack.
Oh, how glad he was that he wasn’t cursing.
The fact that there was a wolf startled him for a good minute, but he remembered, anf the fact that he found out his best friend is headless, and the fact that he lives in the weirdest place ever, he wasn’t surprised, too badly.
When the child spoke about who she suspects he kept note. She wasn’t wrong about much thus far.
However when he raven received the call his eyes widened. Gruff, male voice. Sounded awfully familiar, which is surprising because he may have heard it back in high school, maybe. Who knows. “It’s your dad, or uncle, isn’t it…. Izaya’s got a terrible childhood and that’s why he’s so messed up now, and playing the marionette and puppet master game with everyone….” he thought out loud, hoping his suspicions would be concerned. “Don’t you dare lie Izaya, I don’t think these two will take kindly to it.”
Kiseki’s brow furrowed as Shizuo had pretty much said what she was thinking. He had spiraled out of control as a kid, and that was why he needed it now.
Izaya was dead silent for a moment, and then sat down on the floor away from the windows and the door, his head resting on his knees as he shook.
“Kiruma Orihara….” He muttered. Izaya’s shoulders were covered by the fur jacket he wore, but from where Jin stood next to Kiseki, she could see the fur’s dancing as he succumbed to the panic.
“He stiww has da scaws…” Kiseki whispered to her mother.
“W-ga-ja.. Would you STOP That!?” Izaya yelled. His other cell phone rang in his pocket, this time, he hesitated before opening it to look at the text message.
Not nice to yell at little kiddies, Za-za~ ;P
Unidentified number, no name, nothing. Izaya dropped it. Not even his sisters had that number- it was the one he used for contacting clients. Nobody messaged him unless he wanted them to, right?
“T-This is not happening. It- It isn’t happening- it can’t be.”
“You put on good facades of calm flea, but if you’re quivering like a friggin shake-weight, this guy’s gotta be bad news… C’mon, get rid of all your phones, put them on the table, alright?” Stepping towards the curtains, he drew them to a close, and locked the door, he then carried over one of the squish arm chairs that he happens to keep for people to sit in, and brought it over to the raven. In times like these, he supposed an unsaid truce would he appropriate.
“Lets calm you down, alright… You want tea, or coffee?” He looked calmly at tge dark amber eyes before him. They seemed to be threatening tears. .
Izaya shook his head. He didn’t want to drink anything- he wanted to wake up and see that all of this whole fiasco- starting with the creepy intuitive kid that kicked him, and ending with the fact that Kiruma Orihara was back in Japan.
“H-He’s not supposed to… he isn’t supposed to be here- he’s supposed to be in prison overseas…” Izaya stuttered, gripping his sleeves. “I helped PUT him there! He shouldn’t … H-He can’t be here…. Not in Japan, not Tokyo, Not ‘Bukurou… Y-You think I’m bad news this guy is so … s-so much worse…”
Jin walked over to him and lifted Izaya into the bean bag chair, and frowned when her fingers brushed over a scar on Izaya’s arm as his jacket slid off of his short sleeve shirt. She pushed his shirt back, despite Izaya’s attempts to stop her, only to find that it spread across his shoulder. Lifting up the black V neck, she realized that it wrapped around to the small of his back, in the shape of a Yakuza dragon tattoo… Except it wasn’t a tattoo… it was a burn.
“… Did he do this to you?” She asked quietly, looking back at Kiseki to silently tell her not to come over.
Silence fell for a long minute or so, until Izaya finally nodded.
“…. He raped my sisters. When I tried to stop him……..He… he waited four months to get back at me.”
Jin looked at it long and hard, studying it and letting her youkai senses do their work.
“… You were thirteen…”
“…. almost fourteen… That’s not all he’s done, either…”
cafe-owning-exbartender:
mizuritamanami:
cafe-owning-exbartender:
mizuritamanami:
Welcome to the Ikebukuro Cafe: @Mizu-san o3o~
mizuritamanami:
Kiseki’s brow furrowed as her mother picked her up.
“Bu…. peopowl can change if dey gowt a weason….. wight?” She asked, looking over at the seething informant.
Jin sighed. “They have to want to change, hun….” Izaya straightened when her piercing red gaze fell on him. “As for you, I can hardly imagine why you’d have come… well, here, to complain to anyone… seeing as how you and …. this nice young man here don’t seem to be on good terms.” Her face flushed a little when she realized that she’d never gotten the blonde’s name. Or the other man’s either.
It was rather hard to keep calm with the ravens presence, however with the fact that the informant was just sitting there quietly, angered at a child , he was able to manage by some sorta grace, be it God, or some other force. “I’m Shizuo Heiwajima.” He would have extended a hand for a shake, however habit told him he’d crush a person’s hand, possibly, so he didn’t. “The jerk over there is Izaya Orihara.” He just about spat the name as though cursed, which it probably was. Grabbing a broom, he held it in an offensive position, as though ready to strike. “Why are you here, flea?” His eyes suddenly narrow as though he has some ulterior motive.
Izaya all but growled “I already told you. I just needed someone to complain to is all.” He shot a nasty look at Kiseki, who, wriggling out of her mothers arms, trotted over to him. He flinched, not wanting to be kicked again.
“You’re lying.” She said, much more clearly than she had spoken before. “You’re here ‘cause somebody scared you…” She whispered, “you’we hiding fwom somebody.”
“Am not!” Izaya defended. Jin looked between her daughter, who had a solemn, pensive look on her face, Shizuo, and then Izaya, relying on her ears now. ” …. She’s right. Your heart rate gives you away… I can hear it hammering in your chest from here. What happened, Orihara-san?”
“None of your damned business!”
He was going to laugh again. What the hell was scaring the raven so bad he’d dare show up in the presence of Shizuo. Izaya would be one to know where the cafe is any everything If something’s really scaring Izaya, though, it could be threatening to him and his friends. Stepping closer to the onyx-haired man, he held the broom as trhough a sword in front of Izaya’s face. “Ya better fess up, flea, and tell us what’s up, less you wanna be thrown out onto some street in the red light district!”
Jin calmly stepped between Shizuo and Izaya, who was looking between all of them warily. “Calm down, Heiwajima-san. Allow me.”
She then stepped lightly over to Izaya and narrowed her eyes. In a moment, she had shifted from a five four woman with black hair, to a six four black wolf. The scars over her eye were much more obvious now, and her lip curled back as she snarled at the informant.
I’d do what he says… and if you curse in front of my little girl again, you are going to regret it.
A moment later, Jin was back to normal and had scooped up her daughter in her arms, setting her in one of the bar chairs in front of the pastry display case. Most wouldn’t have thought it possible, but Izaya was even paler than usual.
“…. its a … family issue.”
“Stop telling half truths. Like I said, your heart beat is a dead giveaway.”
“I’m telling the truth!”
“… somebody in your family that huwt you…” Kiseki said quietly, ” A lowng time ago, an’ats why you awe da way you awe…”
“C-Can you not? What is … That’s really freaky!” Izaya said, now almost terrified.
A moment later, his cell phone rang. He answered it without thinking, and the voice on the other end laughed at him.
“Awww, Is little Za-za having a meltdown?” it chuckled. Izaya went even paler and chucked the phone, watching it shatter.
“…. N-namie doesn’t even have that number… only my sisters….” He said, shaking his head and trembling. “H-He’s not supposed to have that number….”
Whoever it had been on the phone had sent Orihara Izaya into a panic attack.
Oh, how glad he was that he wasn’t cursing.
The fact that there was a wolf startled him for a good minute, but he remembered, anf the fact that he found out his best friend is headless, and the fact that he lives in the weirdest place ever, he wasn’t surprised, too badly.
When the child spoke about who she suspects he kept note. She wasn’t wrong about much thus far.
However when he raven received the call his eyes widened. Gruff, male voice. Sounded awfully familiar, which is surprising because he may have heard it back in high school, maybe. Who knows. “It’s your dad, or uncle, isn’t it…. Izaya’s got a terrible childhood and that’s why he’s so messed up now, and playing the marionette and puppet master game with everyone….” he thought out loud, hoping his suspicions would be concerned. “Don’t you dare lie Izaya, I don’t think these two will take kindly to it.”
Kiseki’s brow furrowed as Shizuo had pretty much said what she was thinking. He had spiraled out of control as a kid, and that was why he needed it now.
Izaya was dead silent for a moment, and then sat down on the floor away from the windows and the door, his head resting on his knees as he shook.
“Kiruma Orihara….” He muttered. Izaya’s shoulders were covered by the fur jacket he wore, but from where Jin stood next to Kiseki, she could see the fur’s dancing as he succumbed to the panic.
“He stiww has da scaws…” Kiseki whispered to her mother.
“W-ga-ja.. Would you STOP That!?” Izaya yelled. His other cell phone rang in his pocket, this time, he hesitated before opening it to look at the text message.
Not nice to yell at little kiddies, Za-za~ ;P
Unidentified number, no name, nothing. Izaya dropped it. Not even his sisters had that number- it was the one he used for contacting clients. Nobody messaged him unless he wanted them to, right?
“T-This is not happening. It- It isn’t happening- it can’t be.”
cafe-owning-exbartender:
mizuritamanami:
Welcome to the Ikebukuro Cafe: @Mizu-san o3o~
mizuritamanami:
Kiseki’s brow furrowed as her mother picked her up.
“Bu…. peopowl can change if dey gowt a weason….. wight?” She asked, looking over at the seething informant.
Jin sighed. “They have to want to change, hun….” Izaya straightened when her piercing red gaze fell on him. “As for you, I can hardly imagine why you’d have come… well, here, to complain to anyone… seeing as how you and …. this nice young man here don’t seem to be on good terms.” Her face flushed a little when she realized that she’d never gotten the blonde’s name. Or the other man’s either.
It was rather hard to keep calm with the ravens presence, however with the fact that the informant was just sitting there quietly, angered at a child , he was able to manage by some sorta grace, be it God, or some other force. “I’m Shizuo Heiwajima.” He would have extended a hand for a shake, however habit told him he’d crush a person’s hand, possibly, so he didn’t. “The jerk over there is Izaya Orihara.” He just about spat the name as though cursed, which it probably was. Grabbing a broom, he held it in an offensive position, as though ready to strike. “Why are you here, flea?” His eyes suddenly narrow as though he has some ulterior motive.
Izaya all but growled “I already told you. I just needed someone to complain to is all.” He shot a nasty look at Kiseki, who, wriggling out of her mothers arms, trotted over to him. He flinched, not wanting to be kicked again.
“You’re lying.” She said, much more clearly than she had spoken before. “You’re here ‘cause somebody scared you…” She whispered, “you’we hiding fwom somebody.”
“Am not!” Izaya defended. Jin looked between her daughter, who had a solemn, pensive look on her face, Shizuo, and then Izaya, relying on her ears now. ” …. She’s right. Your heart rate gives you away… I can hear it hammering in your chest from here. What happened, Orihara-san?”
“None of your damned business!”
He was going to laugh again. What the hell was scaring the raven so bad he’d dare show up in the presence of Shizuo. Izaya would be one to know where the cafe is any everything If something’s really scaring Izaya, though, it could be threatening to him and his friends. Stepping closer to the onyx-haired man, he held the broom as trhough a sword in front of Izaya’s face. “Ya better fess up, flea, and tell us what’s up, less you wanna be thrown out onto some street in the red light district!”
Jin calmly stepped between Shizuo and Izaya, who was looking between all of them warily. “Calm down, Heiwajima-san. Allow me.”
She then stepped lightly over to Izaya and narrowed her eyes. In a moment, she had shifted from a five four woman with black hair, to a six four black wolf. The scars over her eye were much more obvious now, and her lip curled back as she snarled at the informant.
I’d do what he says… and if you curse in front of my little girl again, you are going to regret it.
A moment later, Jin was back to normal and had scooped up her daughter in her arms, setting her in one of the bar chairs in front of the pastry display case. Most wouldn’t have thought it possible, but Izaya was even paler than usual.
“…. its a … family issue.”
“Stop telling half truths. Like I said, your heart beat is a dead giveaway.”
“I’m telling the truth!”
“… somebody in your family that huwt you…” Kiseki said quietly, ” A lowng time ago, an’ats why you awe da way you awe…”
“C-Can you not? What is … That’s really freaky!” Izaya said, now almost terrified.
A moment later, his cell phone rang. He answered it without thinking, and the voice on the other end laughed at him.
“Awww, Is little Za-za having a meltdown?” it chuckled. Izaya went even paler and chucked the phone, watching it shatter.
“…. N-namie doesn’t even have that number… only my sisters….” He said, shaking his head and trembling. “H-He’s not supposed to have that number….”
Whoever it had been on the phone had sent Orihara Izaya into a panic attack.
mizuritamanami:
Kiseki’s brow furrowed as her mother picked her up.
“Bu…. peopowl can change if dey gowt a weason….. wight?” She asked, looking over at the seething informant.
Jin sighed. “They have to want to change, hun….” Izaya straightened when her piercing red gaze fell on him. “As for you, I can hardly imagine why you’d have come… well, here, to complain to anyone… seeing as how you and …. this nice young man here don’t seem to be on good terms.” Her face flushed a little when she realized that she’d never gotten the blonde’s name. Or the other man’s either.
It was rather hard to keep calm with the ravens presence, however with the fact that the informant was just sitting there quietly, angered at a child , he was able to manage by some sorta grace, be it God, or some other force. “I’m Shizuo Heiwajima.” He would have extended a hand for a shake, however habit told him he’d crush a person’s hand, possibly, so he didn’t. “The jerk over there is Izaya Orihara.” He just about spat the name as though cursed, which it probably was. Grabbing a broom, he held it in an offensive position, as though ready to strike. “Why are you here, flea?” His eyes suddenly narrow as though he has some ulterior motive.
Izaya all but growled “I already told you. I just needed someone to complain to is all.” He shot a nasty look at Kiseki, who, wriggling out of her mothers arms, trotted over to him. He flinched, not wanting to be kicked again.
“You’re lying.” She said, much more clearly than she had spoken before. “You’re here ‘cause somebody scared you…” She whispered, “you’we hiding fwom somebody.”
“Am not!” Izaya defended. Jin looked between her daughter, who had a solemn, pensive look on her face, Shizuo, and then Izaya, relying on her ears now. ” …. She’s right. Your heart rate gives you away… I can hear it hammering in your chest from here. What happened, Orihara-san?”
“None of your damned business!”
@Mizu-san o3o~
cafe-owning-exbartender:
{Continuing, from here)
He was too busy laughing about the raven’s misery. Eventually taking steady breaths to calm himself down, and then sees the child that was kind to him, and smiles. “Ya gotta nice kid there…. I like her!” He grinned “As for that louse, he isn’t going to ever be nice to people, I promise you, so I wouldn’t even bother.”
Kiseki’s brow furrowed as her mother picked her up.
“Bu…. peopowl can change if dey gowt a weason….. wight?” She asked, looking over at the seething informant.
Jin sighed. “They have to want to change, hun….” Izaya straightened when her piercing red gaze fell on him. “As for you, I can hardly imagine why you’d have come… well, here, to complain to anyone… seeing as how you and …. this nice young man here don’t seem to be on good terms.” Her face flushed a little when she realized that she’d never gotten the blonde’s name. Or the other man’s either.
fail at drawing sam.Jack in swaggy clothes
letswishuponastar:
A good friend knows when to hold you back.
A best friend knows when to let go and let you rip into a bitch.
I like Stitch’s selfie in the middle of the pictures
(which of the four movies is this from?)
And Myrtle has a lot of nerve considering she’s probably just jealous of how pretty Lilo is compared to her.
My family and I went to LA Little Tokyo today! And this is what I got! Plus some delicious ramen and mochi ice cream balls~!
hetaliaddiction:
woahicecream:
“if you never say yes, you are always saying no” (:
just taking a selfie!! IGNORE MY MESSY ROOM xDDD
is that butler america
Is that butler america being grabbed by ghosts what I don’t understand this why is that one hand pinching a nipple
