"Agh! Mikado-sempai." Aoba stared into his sempai's slate blue eyes. His hand shaking, as the pen was pulled out, blood flowing free across the paper. "Aoba-kun. You shouldn't have threatened my friends." Just as quickly Mikado's eyes went back to their usual self, quickly bandaging his hand.

Aoba knocked on the door waiting for it to open. "Yes, what do you want?" The woman who answered the door glanced down at him. "Izaya you have a guest." Namie let him in and went back to ignoring her boss. The informant smirked as Aoba made his way towards the desk. "Kuronuma Aoba. What can I do for you?" The younger glared at him. "Orihara Izaya. I came to warn you." Izaya raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I didn't think you cared." Aoba slammed his bandaged hand on the desk. "Look." Izaya glanced at the hand. "You came to warn me because you got hurt? I can take care of myself. What you and your gang get up to doesn't involve me. Or do you need my help?"

"And if I said, this was done by Mikado-sempai?" Aoba flinched as Izaya stepped around the desk and gripped his hand, unraveling the bandages like they were a birthday present. He was smiling like a child. The bandages fell to the floor. Izaya ran his thumb over the swollen wound. "It went right through. What did he stab you with? It doesn't look like a knife wound." Aoba tried to pull his hand away. "He used a pen." The excited elder, pulled his hand closer. "A pen. Amazing Mikado-kun. Unpredictable as usual." He finally let the hand go. "Orihara Izaya. Both you and I have underestimated Mikado's true nature." He turned to leave. "Well then thank you for your warning. By the way, what did you do to make him angry?" Aoba made his way to the door. "I threatened his friends." He closed the door on a smirking Izaya.

Izaya leaned back against his desk. "Hey Namie. I wonder what Mikado would do if he found out who was responsible for everything that's happened." Reaching down he picked up the bloodied bandages. "I hope he kills you." Izaya laughed. "So mean Namie."

-Tanaka Taro has entered the chat room.-

Tanka Taro : Hello everyone

Setton: Hi Tanaka Taro

-Kanra has entered the chat room-

Tanaka Taro: Hi Kanra

Setton: Hello Kanra

Kanra: Tanka Taro and Setton-san

Kanra: Hello. Has everyone just come on?

-Bakyura has entered the chat room-

Tanaka Taro: Bakyura welcome back

Bakyura: Hi everyone. Die Kanra

Kanra: Well that's not nice.

Kanra: Everyone's being meanies.

Tanaka Taro: So has anything interesting happened?

Setton: Everything has been quiet lately

Setton: It's peaceful

Kanra: Not bored are you Tanaka Taro?

Tanka Taro: No. I was just asking.

-Bakyura has opened a PM-

Bakyura: Mikado make sure you stay away from trouble

Tanka Taro: Kida?

Bakyura: Especially Izaya

Tanka Taro: Why Izaya? Kida you didn't tell me why to stay away from him.

Bakyura: He's bad news. Everything that happens in Ikebukuro is his fault.

Tanka Taro: Is it his fault you left?

Tanka Taro: Kida?

-Bakyura has left the chat room-

Kanra: No ones saying anything.

Tanka Taro: Sorry Kanra I've got to go.

-Tanka Taro has left the chat room-

Setton: I have to go.

-Setton has left the chat room-

Kanra: Everyone's gone.

-Kanra has left the chat room-

-There is no one in the chat room-

Mikado couldn't sleep. His online conversation with Kida kept running through his head. I know Izaya is dangerous. But why did Kida bring him up out of the blue? He wasn't in Ikebukuro anymore. But what if what he said was true. Would that mean the dollars and the yellow scarves fighting was down to him? What did he actually know about Izaya, other than he was an informant?

He wasn't getting any sleep tonight, so he sat up and reached for his phone.

"It worked. That was quick." Izaya looked down at his phone. Mikado wanted to see him. It was too late for Mikado to go to him, so he text back his address, so the dollars leader could see him tomorrow. Izaya smirked. Tomorrow was Saturday. He text Namie giving her the day off.

"Mikado-kun. Welcome. What did you want to see me for? Izaya stepped back and let him in. "I wanted some information." He sat on the sofa, the informant sitting opposite him. "Oh? That will cost you. What do you want information about?" Mikado matched his gaze. "You. I want the truth." Izaya smiled. "Fine. What do you want to know?"

"When I first came to Ikebukuro. Did you know who I was?" Mikado waited for the answer. "Yes."

"You're Kanra-san?" Izaya nodded. "You sent me that invitation because you knew who I was?"

"Yes." That made sense. "It was you that sent out the invitations for dollars." Mikado felt his chest tighten as Izaya nodded again. "Anything else?" The informant was sitting there calmly studying the teen. He hasn't changed. He changed for Aoba. "What did you do to Kida?" Now they were getting somewhere. "Shouldn't you ask something else first?" Mikado glared at him, a black emotion swirling in his chest. "Answer the question."

Izaya told him everything that he had done to Kida before Mikado had come to Ikebukuro. Mikado's hand was in his pocket, tightly clenched. He had grown quiet. "Mikado-kun are you not going to ask me about Anri-chan?" The dollars leader looked up sharply. "What did you do to Sonahara-san?" Izaya laughed. "Nothing. I just made sure Saika went to her as a child." Saika. Anri. The slasher. "You knew about all three of us?" Mikado turned his head away, his eyes flickering to a gap in the bookshelf. Was that a head? "Mikado-kun. You seem shocked. I'm an informant. I know everything." The teen ignored Izaya and stood, making his way to the bookcase.

Mikado recognized the face it belonged to Mika Harima. Celty. This is Celty's head. "Mikado-kun you shouldn't snoop around other people's homes." Izaya moved behind him. "You have Celty's head. How many more people are you going to hurt?" He turned to face Izaya, his eyes blue slate. Ah that's it, the calm coldness Aoba was talking about.

They weren't sure who moved first, Mikado had a pen at Izaya's throat and Izaya had his knife, at Mikado's throat. "You've changed Mikado-kun." Izaya pressed the knife down, a small line of blood flowed. "You were the one that told me to evolve." The dug the pen into the informant's neck. "So I did. You didn't have to listen though." He drew the knife down. "Mikado-kun have you realised yet, that you've gone down the same path as Kida?" Mikado pulled his hand back, ignoring the knife cutting into his throat, he shoved Izaya back.