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Izaya's smirk was becoming more menacing now then the teasing, mocking one he was wearing at the start of the conversation. "How mean of you, forcing me to join in," Izaya sighed an over dramatic sigh. "Well, if that's the case… please, enlighten me on this situation and this little gathering we have here." He gestured towards the four people standing at the entrance to the alley, still keeping one hand in his pocket, holding onto his flick knife.

The woman's glare intensified. "I shall tell you, seeing as this is your end anyway…" now it was her turn to smirk, a knowing, evil one that spread wide across her face. "Yes, this is where it will all end for you, Izaya Orihara, the great informant of Shinjuku and Ikebukuro. We will finish you off." She grinned more, seemingly getting pleasure out of talking about Izaya's death. "You want to know why? Why we want to kill you? Why this is a necessity? It's because we are the start of a gang. A gang that will take over this city and people will fear us, even just hearing the name will make them quiver in fear."

"But before that, we of course needed a way to make ourselves known, make us seem dangerous. We thought long and hard but eventually, it was your friend Kameko here that came up with the idea." At these words she moved over to Kameko, gesturing to her with that grin still painted on her face. The blonde stood up taller, giving her friend a smile, and glancing at Izaya, seemingly looking very proud of herself.

How disgusting…

"Kameko said what you had done to her; told her that you would be her suicide partner yet on the day, said some crazy shit, frightening and drugging her before dumping her unconscious body on a bench in the park. We took it upon ourselves to do a bit of research, seeing exactly who you are and what you do for a job. It was then that we realised how Kameko's idea was just what we needed; rid the town from the almighty Izaya, the only person to be able to leave a single mark on Heiwajima Shizuo and come out unharmed himself, and gain a name for ourselves." As she spoke she had moved, walking back and forth, gesturing with her hands along with her speech but with that last sentence she stopped pacing, a smirk playing on her lips as her eyes glared, filled with hatred at Izaya.

Izaya caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Another two people were walking into the alley, both carrying a small rucksack. His eyes darted over to them, giving them a quick examination before his attention returned to the smug woman. He widened his grin effortlessly and raised his hands, starting to clap. These simple actions had a great effect on her as her grin disappeared altogether but the glare remained, only this time accompanied by a face which clearly displayed her hate.

"My my, such a lovely plan~ I'm sure that by killing me, it would gain your gang the popularity and fame that you so long. And I must say that I am flattered, you thinking so highly of me." He stopped his clapping; lowering his hands as yet again his smirk became a more haunting, evil one. "And yet, I am sad to have to point out the huge flaw in your plan. I do not wish to die. I refuse to let any of you even lay a finger on me." his voice had gone cold, and his eyes examined each person standing before him, daring each one to make a move on him.

The little crowd of six all had sensed his change in mood. Tension now hung in the air as the raven-haired women stiffened, uncertain of herself.

Izaya let a chuckle escape his lips. His grin returned to a mocking one, eyes following suit yet still with a hint of a challenge in them. "I would also like to point out the fact that you are cowards. Clever, but all the same, cowards." His eyes narrowed. "This situation doesn't seem quite fair to me for some reason. But I think that that is due to the fact that if we fight, there will be six on one!" Izaya shook his head in pretend disbelief before continuing.

"Yes, there may be safety in numbers, yet, if you wanted to be known for taking down the 'great Izaya Orihara' , wouldn't it have been more impressive if just one had done it?" He raised his eyes again, locking them with the other raven haired person there, his voice changing back to its dark tone. "But I think it's too late for that now. I shall just have to work a bit more to free myself of the little nuisance you are causing me." He added a fake sigh for effect, moving his challenging stare across the group.

They all were glaring at Izaya now, the leader gritting her teeth and clenching her fists by her side in growing anger. Finally she replied to this man before her, opting to ignore his mockery and continue with what she had came here to do. "I knew you wouldn't like the idea of dying...That is why these two have arrived with some… 'Equipment', to aid us in our task."

At being mentioned, the two people who had arrived with bags tensed even more, glancing at each other before looking back at what Izaya had guessed was their leader.

Izaya sighed inwardly; these people just don't give up do they? He wasn't going to allow these low-lives to do anything to him at all; he would show them that their 'equipment' and anything else they try to use, was useless against him.

Slowly the two new arrivals took the bags off their backs, lowering them to the ground and unzipping them before hesitantly straightening up again. Eagerly Kameko looked round to the bags, an almost insane and creepy smile forming on her face. It was as if she was being pulled by some invisible force as she turned, making her way over to the bags and reaching into one pulling out a –

The 'leaders' hand grabbed Kameko's wrist, stopping her from drawing out the object she had gripped.

"Calm it, I will let you have the first go at him, but please," She made the blonde release her item, pulling her hand out the bag while taking a few steps forwards, forcing the other back. "Please just wait a little longer." Her voice was soft and calming yet firm, controlling the other lady.

"But Leiko –" She tried protesting, making to move back over to the bag but Leiko refused to budge.

"Just a little longer…" She gave the blonde a stern look and released her wrist, only turning back to Izaya once she heard a mousy 'fine' coming from her fellow gang member.

"Izaya, you have a choice; there is an easy way, were you can just let us kill you here, simple quick and as painless as possible, or a harder way which would be worse, causing you more pain and injuries and a slower death. And you should be glad we even gave you a choice…"

Izaya couldn't help but laugh. Hard. His chuckle had gradually built up to an almost psychotic and manic laughter, causing him to wrap his arms around his stomach as he lent forwards slightly, doing this mainly for effect more than anything else. Yet, as abruptly as it had started, Izaya stopped, straightening out with his usual devious smirk plastered to his face and his eyes glowering yet again.

After his outburst, everyone there, including Leiko, had tensed up, unsettled by the unusual reaction from the informant before them.

"My, we are persistent aren't we?" He started, before letting out a little sigh. "I choose the third and only option for me." His voice had taken up a serious, dark tone as it seemed to echo through the empty alleyways and back streets of Ikebukuro, unnerving everyone even more with his intense glare. "I choose to escape from here, unharmed, and then, to return your kind offer, break up this gang before it even gets known by any other person."

A tense silence now seemed to take over, the gang too scared to move, their leader uncertain and hesitant while Izaya smirked at them, his eyes daring them to make a move.

Seconds seemed like minutes as the time passed, the only sounds being the never ending traffic nearby and hum from the main streets, crowed with people heading on their way to work or to meet someone, continuing their lives un-knowing of the little group nearby.

At last, Leiko sighed, breaking the stare off. She locked her eyes with Izaya's once more, determination filling them up. "Well then, Izaya, you have left us with no choice." With this she turned, moving her gaze to Kameko and giving a quick nod.

The smirk crept back onto the others face, almost a psychopathic one, making her look like a murderer who just managed to pull off the perfect crime. She walked back over to the bag, dipping her hand into it and withdrawing a small, new kitchen knife.

Izaya tensed up, his eyes focused on Kameko as his smirk slowly became a frown. In his head he was already planning an escape route which should help him escape from here unharmed and possibly avoid fighting these maniacs.

"Any last words, Izaya?" Kameko asked, gripping the weapon with both her hands as she steadily walked forwards, already positioned in a fighting stance. After a pause not even long enough for Izaya to take a deep breath, she continued; "No? Hmm… well that's a shame. When I last met you, you were full of words and strange things to say, too much if you were to ask me. But now I'm going to silence you forever, do away with you so that no others will have to listen to your endless crap."

She stopped a few meters away from Izaya, her eyes leaving him for a moment to examine the knife she was wielding, running her fingers over it and giving a small, satisfied noise as a cut appeared on her thumb when she gently pressed it against the blade, a drop of blood slowly making its way down the cold metal. All eyes were trained on the pair as Izaya's hand slipped into his pocket, fingers curling around the handle of his own blade and gripping it tight.

Izaya opted to keep quiet, unable to reply even if he wanted to as the woman lunged at him, swinging the blade with as much force as she could muster. But such a straight forward and simple attack made it easy for Izaya to step out the way, pulling out and opening his knife at the same time.

She raised her head, glaring angrily at him as if he had just disobeyed a direct order by moving away before raising the tool again, this time trying to slash him. Yet, a few simple steps took Izaya out of harm's way for a second time and his grin slowly returned to his face. He let out a small chuckle as she tried and failed once more to attack Izaya, her face slowly becoming a shade of red in frustration.

"If you keep going on like this, you will just end up tiring yourself out and how can you win a battle when you're tired? Hmm?" Izaya said, mockingly, stepping out the way of a few more pointless attacks.

Now the blonde was getting angry. She raised the knife high above her head once more and brought it down, Izaya purposefully waiting till the last moment before jumping out of the way, letting his blade slice into her shoulder as he passed her. He didn't cut in deep, just enough to draw blood before leaping back out of her arms reach, his grin still on his face.

She yelped at the pain, placing a hand on her wound and twisting her body to face Izaya.

"My my, you have no techniques or experience in fighting do you?" Izaya commented, holding his blade at arm's length and pointing it at her, the edge of it with a fine layer of blood coating it.

"Just then, if I had wanted to, I could have cut your neck, or even better… killed you." Here he cocked his head to the side slightly, pausing to glare at her, his devious smirk stretching across his face still.

Dropping his smirk, he replaced it with an almost innocent look before continuing. "However, though I may not be the nicest guy, I'm not a murderer and I shall never stoop as low as that. In other words, I shall never become as low as you and your… 'Playmates'."

"You… BASTARD!" the two words were separated by a deep, shaky breath and the last word was screamed at Izaya as Kameko launched herself at him, her blade poised to be thrust deep into his chest. Izaya side-stepped the attack, adding a little twirl just for the heck of it, as well as to mock her even further.

Before either of them could make another move, a noise took their attention. Not wanting to risk it too much, Izaya glanced over to the source.

Leiko had pulled out another knife from a bag, signalling for the others to do the same. This was not good…

The sight of everyone heading towards the rucksacks to draw their weapon made Izaya decide that he had had enough 'fun' for the day and it was about time he left and headed back home, or at least escaped from this situation if he didn't head home straight away.

Moving his body round, Izaya kept every person there in his sight at all times as they started to form a semi-circle around him, trying to back him up to a wall. He kept his arm out in front of him, holding his knife steady and posed, ready for another attack. Slow side-steps took him to where he wanted to be, the mesh fence on his right with the dumpsters in front of it and the fire escape staircase on the opposite side to him.

All six knife-wielding gang members now stood in a semi-circle around him, thinking they had blocked off any form of escape for him as a smirk showed on each of their faces.

Leiko chuckled, breaking the silence between them. "Oh Izaya, and here I was thinking Just how hard it would be to kill you before you go on ahead and corner yourself in the alley." At these words a few members snickered, agreeing with their leader.

The raven woman sighed before continuing, her smirk widening. "Well, it does make life easier for us, so I can't complain~ Now, Kameko, you first, the rest follow."

Everyone nodded in unison, all except Kameko, of course. Instead she agreed with a deranged half-laugh half-snicker and the psychotic grin pulling at her face once more.

Luckily for Izaya, the blonde's position meant that to dodge her attack he would have to jump towards the dumpsters, making it easier for him to make his escape.

Izaya did just this when the woman lunged, letting out an angry cry as she brought the knife down to cut him. Except Izaya didn't stop there. He continued to jump onto the other dumpster, running along this one just to jump onto the other. From here, he leapt onto the metal staircase, swinging himself onto it to jump off on the other side of the mesh fence. Well, that's what should have happened anyway...

Getting from one dumpster to the other was fine, yet Leiko was quick to see his plans and snap out of her confused and surprised state. She reacted quickly, spinning on the spot and lobbing her knife at Izaya, aiming for his head.

The raven haired male cried out slightly in pain, forcing the rest of the noise back down his throat as he lost his concentration on his jump and fell flat on the floor instead. Looking down at his leg, he saw a knife buried pretty deeply high up his thigh, the source of the intense pain coursing through his body. Already blood was starting seep out of the wound, his black trousers soaking up the liquid, creating an even darker patch. Gritting his teeth, Izaya looked back up and instantly picked up what happened when he noticed that Lieko's weapon had 'vanished', said weapon magically appearing in his thigh.

"That was a close one; I wouldn't want you to have escaped now would I?" She asked him, a malicious grin pulling up the corners of her mouth for the umpteenth time.

But Izaya wasn't listening properly. Something else had caught his attention. Something that may just cause him a bit more of a problem…

At last it's doneeee….. and… please don't kill me for the cliffe *hides*