Chapter Text
The fluffy cover was drawing the outlines of a sleeping figure. The only light in the room came from the sun whose rays were trying to sneak through the slats of the greyish sunblind of the room's only window. The person who was in deep sleep conquered by the world of dreams awoke slowly, the light alerting her that the day had risen. Letting out an angry growl, the young woman came out of her hibernation by pushing the cover that had appropriated the warmth of her body. She sat up, sitting on the edge of her bed and put her bare feet on the cold floor of the room. She hardly opened her eyelids heavy with sleep, before turning her head toward the window, wondering if she should raise the blind or leave it as it was. Sighing, she laboriously got up from her bed, with heavy head, arms dangling and weak legs. She opened the door of her room, and was surprised by the white walls that seemed to lead the light to her, still groggy. It was when she was looking up that she found out that she was observed. Indeed, Celty, the headless biker who was subject to many rumors through the streets of Ikebukuro, was facing her, her arms crossed, and tapped her foot on the ground, sign of her impatience. Celty brandished her phone and tapped on the touch screen before handing it to her friend.
(Y/n), I hope you slept well.
The young (h/c) groaned, both amused and irritated. She knew that Celty didn't care about her sleep, she came just to make sure (Y/n) was still alive, and had not 'run away'. Their relationship to any of the two was ambiguous, Celty had to watch the young (h/c), regarding her as her protegee and acted like a mother, but (Y/n) regarded Celty as a friend neither more nor less. The young (H/c) was a person who did not like being monitored, let alone be obliged to obey to someone, but it seemed that Celty had many arguments that (Y/n) could not contradict. Such as the fact that she helped her just a few years ago, forcing the (H/c) to be indebted to her.
"If you are going to play the babysitters you can leave." scolded the young woman with (H/c) hair heading towards the kitchen, Celty on her heels.
I just want to make sure that you are well, she said through her phone.
(Y/n) suppressed a yawn, having clearly nothing to care about what her friend could told her. Did she could not leave her alone?
"I'm fine, I eat well, all is well in the best of worlds." taunted the young (h/c) by preparing a coffee.
(Y/n), you can not go on like this, it will soon be three years.
The expression of the (H/c) darkened immediately.
"I know." she admitted with a sigh.
Oh yes, she knew. She had never stopped thinking about it. Every day doing nothing, every night where she could not close her eyes without the images of that fateful night when everything changed, only appearing against her will. She poured her hot coffee in a white cup, leaving a vapor trail in its path, then brought it to her mouth before swallowing a sip. The bitter taste of the brown liquor awakened her taste buds while the heat almost made her spit out her mouthful. She looked at Celty. The biker had removed her helmet, leaving her neck that gave off a black and opaque smoke at the sight of all. (Y/n) was not in the least embarrassed by the condition of her friend. Indeed, the (H/c) preferred the company of different people than the other. She didn't like normal people who, according to her, were all rotten inside.
"I started researching." signaled (Y/n) at Celty while driving her in a dark room that was home to a medium size board bearing the picture of a man and some multicolored post-it.
Warning you about the danger of this research is useless, isn’t it? wrote Celty on her phone.
The young (h/c) nodded, sipping her now lukewarm coffee. Indeed, it was useless. (Y/n) knew that what she undertook was dangerous. She had considered it. But this is not what would stop her. She could manage the danger. And she had to find him. To take revenge. To make him pay. To hurt him, to see him suffer as she herself had suffered. She gritted her teeth. If the object of her research was in front of her right now, she would have already beated him up in all possible ways. It had been so long she dreamed of having in front of it. Yet she was just beginning to look for him, while all this rage was dated three years ago. The expression of the (H/c) darkened, the dull glow of her eyes signaled an old injury that was still not healed. The change in mood of the young woman did not escape at Celty who put her gloved hand on the shoulder of her protegee to give her some comfort. (Y/n) slowly turned to face Celty while a tense smile came to replace her usual pout for a brief moment.
"By the way" then said (Y/n), "I found a job."
If her friend had a face, it would be illuminated, but Celty could only jump in excitement while rushing to tap an answer on her phone. The headless biker was expecting that. She had often pushed (Y/n) to change air by finding a real job that would allow her to leave the Ikebukuro shallows. And her efforts had finally paid. But the Dullahan doesn't had any illusions, if (Y/n) found a job it was because it would allow her to advance in her investigation.
Really ? Wrote Celty.
"Yeah, Simon offered to take me as a waitress."