Fragile Minds

Entry 23

Needless to say, Adrian had a bit of a nervous meltdown when he opened the door to his office to find a dead body and a certain Vincent Phantomhive freaking out. He closed the door immediately upon entering and leaned up against it. "Whatthefuck?" he let out in one hurried breath. Vincent was sobbing in the corner, face hidden between his knees. How long had he been crying? No, more importantly, how long had Izaya been dead? 

"What am I going to do?" Vincent lifted his head, still sobbing profusely. "This is all my fault... I couldn't hold her back...I'm going to end up in jail, aren't I? But I'm too pretty for jail I wouldn't last two seconds!" 

"Okay, uhm, let's just calm down and think about this," Adrian couldn't believe he was saying that considering the circumstances but what else was he going to do? Start panicking? No, not yet, deep breaths. This was his office. If they found a body in his office...was he going to end up in jail? Oh shit. Okay. Think calm thoughts. Calming thoughts. What's calming? Cats? Sure. Murder? No. Absolutely not. 

"I shouldn't have left them alone...I knew I shouldn't have left them alone. What the hell was I thinking?" Adrian ran his hand through his head and started pacing. "Okay, self, let's think about this logically," he muttered, motioning with his hands. "There is a dead body in the center of my office. Great. Fun fact. Okay, moving on. How do we get away with murder? Easy. Bribery. No, no, no, not that easy. Uhm. Hide the body? Clean the evidence?" Vincent's sobbing wasn't helping his train of thought. Not one bit. Nope. Okay. Let's try a different approach. 

Adrian walked around the corpse to get to his desk. He searched through his desk for a thumb drive he thought he destroyed and then inserted it into his computer. He inhaled, exhaled, and then pulled all of his hair back into a ponytail. 

"What are you doing?" Vincent wiped his eyes, too curious to cry now. 

"Erasing the victim." 

"What?"

"The only way to get away with murder is if you never committed the murder to begin with. If the person that died suddenly isn't real, congratulations you're free to kill them," Adrian's eyes darted back and forth as his fingers furiously typed away. He hadn't done anything like this in years, hopefully he still had his skills. "A person like Izaya that has spent dozens of years using false names to play around, won't be missed if his name suddenly doesn't exist anymore. Who is to say that he didn't fake his own death? What if he is just using a different name now? No one will worry. No one will even care. His loved ones are dead and he isn't the type to have friends." Adrian muttered a few more sentences but his words died off as his typing speed increased. 

"You're hacking the internet to delete him from existence?"  

"He wanted to die. He has already gotten rid of most of his existence already. It's just a matter of..." Adrian stopped thinking about talking. He was only interested in what he was doing now. 

"I would expect nothing less from The Undertaker," Vincent chuckled, moving in front of the desk to pick up Izaya's body. He carried it out of the room, sure to walk in all of the blindspots of the facility's cameras (even though Adrian would just delete the footage anyway). Then he returned wearing more Vincent-type clothing and with a bucket of cleaning supplies. Adrian hadn't noticed him leave or return. He was still stuck to the screen. 

When Vincent was finished cleaning he left to return the supplies he gathered. He returned once again and sat in a chair next to Adrian, just keeping him company, waiting for his words to sink in. He crossed his legs, grinning slightly, with his hands folded on his lap. 

Hours passed like this with no noise filling the room except the sounds of Adrian's fingers on the keys. Then, in an instant, his keys stopped. His work had been done. He turned off the computer and removed the thumbdrive. He turned to face Vincent as if he'd said the sentence a mere few seconds ago. 

"What did you just call me?"