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[If the recent destruction of the Luminar wasn't enough, what came after it's just making the air in Zodion feel even more different to Maya lately-- heavier, uncertain, a little threatening. She's walking back home from the V3 office sometime in the evening, after the sun has set, thoughts preoccupied as they have been during the last few days on what she can do to help. Of course--]

Ah--!?

[--the appearance of a nametag latched firmly to her chest kind of interrupts all that.

"HELLO, my name is Maya Amano! ASK ME ABOUT MY: death ."]

((She'll be walking through the streets of Zodion and back to her house! Open to anyone who might reasonably come across her.))

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[ yeah, that's kind of what he figured. when he assumes it's his reaction she worries about, it has to do with the way he's dealt with her secrets in the past. Maya's lucky enough that Magato and Izaya don't really communicate like normal people, so it wasn't for sure that it would come up, but that doesn't really save her the trouble of dealing with him herself. the more protective of her secret she gets, the more he wants to know.

before he's ready to go forcing it out of her though, he'll take a little more time to push. there's no doubt in his mind that he's going to get it though. not one. ]

Is that right? So if you pull your hands away, you'll be vulnerable. Either you'll have to explain it or let me make my own conclusions and there's no guarantee you'd like those. But even you have to recognize what you're setting yourself up for, don't you?

[ unless she stops him, Izaya will be brushing fingers to her wrist, letting his palm close over her hand. he doesn't pull. ]

The more you cover the tracks, the more lost you're going to end up. What you're hiding won't change anything for me, one way or the other, but still you let it rule you. Why is that?

[Granted, just because she's been caught in an awkward spot, it doesn't make Maya any less attentive to his words and how to counteract them. She finds this out when he keeps on talking.]

There is no guarantee I'd like them, but I'd rather have you do that then tell you any--

[Well, until he touches her. In retrospect, what she says to Izaya next might be sort of odd, given she's never really been openly averse to most of her other "friends" touching her especially in such a small way... but he will always be different. At least she speaks words he can't find too much of a loophole inside. It's also true that had any one of her usual friends gripped her wrist with such a plausible intent to expose her secret, she'd similarly react.

... He's wrong about everything else, of course, or at least she thinks he is, but that declamation will have to remain silent for the moment.]

Why are you touching me? I didn't tell you you could touch me. Let go.

[ what is it? what is it, in particular, that makes him touching her so off-putting? when it comes down to Izaya's guesses and opinions, he'd lean most towards a fear that she might like it it, or that she might get carried away or maybe even that he would. it had happened before and she hadn't intended for it to, so why not again? but he doesn't hold the same stigma towards her, even if it hadn't been his plan either, so her response is funny at best. if he'd found a weakness, maybe that an advantage for the future, but wasn't it more interesting if she was a little stronger? he'd rather push for her strengths to cave in than push at her weaknesses.

the ideas in his head are too self-centered. in reality, her secret could be the important factor. that doesn't change his approach any though. as much as he'd attest to not being a forceful person, and as much as he'd rather her concede on her own, it's not a game he's going to wait to play for too long. too much work. ]

What, I need your permission? I suppose you'd call it sexual harassment if I gave you a friendly pat on the back even though you said you'd call me your friend.

[ yanking her wrist harder, he disobeys in favor of seeing what's hidden beneath her hand. ]

Just how many links are you going to add to your chain? It's only going to drag you down to the bottom.

[If she had to say, this is beginning to remind her of their very first meeting. Their very first worship, too, in some small way. The big difference has been time -- she now knows Izaya better, he now knows her better (there's not a doubt), they're "friends", and she's almost blindingly aware of how to act so that he won't have an easy stab at those closest to her.

Maya is also aware of what she absolutely does and does not like Izaya doing to her. Forcibly grabbing her when she does not want him to when she is trying to protect a part of her privacy extremely serious to her is not one of them. Her eyes wince after that strong pull, full of distaste and something else immediately.]

I told you... to let go of me.

[His imaginations are indeed too self-centered, and keeping her secret hidden is still her chief mission here. Not that it wouldn't be out of place for her to feel a little nervousness at the moment-- he is getting a little carried away, isn't he? The last time he did this wasn't as rough or as purposeful. And he's always backed off whenever she said no before.

As it stands, the only reason her nametag is still covered is the grip of her own fingernails, digging into it from their very ends after a split-second move.

They can probably be dislodged with another good jerk.]

[ hopefully for Maya's sake, all of that's true! what Izaya counts on is that even when she or others he's poked some fun at start to expect certain actions of him, by that point he'll already know more than enough about them to completely overturn any sad retaliation. usually he doesn't have a problem... and it's not that he's expecting problems in this case either but she's definitely right that he's stepped over a certain line.

when it came to getting his way, pushing some sort of idea or thought onto someone else or whatever else in whatever other form of antagonism he felt like displaying, Izaya was most inclined to rely solely on his words. but he's human, too, you know. sometimes he gets impatient and sometimes he gets annoyed, even if those things won't come to the surface. most prominent though on a list of reasons he might act out, hypothetically speaking, is excitement. sure, he's completely clearheaded but impatience and excitement seem to go together well. if the prize is good enough, then he wants to know, to see more, so he keeps pushing and pushing until he either gets what he wants or something gets in his way.

she's not getting in his way. not in any significant way, at least. the only barrier is her hand against her chest, her nails barely holding on it with the last of her might and it's nothing less than his pleasure than to break that last defense. ]

Sorry, Maya-san, you can't escape.

[ and he doesn't mean from him. ]

[She freezes. She cannot possibly respond to any of that. He really did it. He really pulled -- no, forced -- her to do something against her will. Willingly, and with the aid of his own amount of strength inevitably more than petite little Maya could ever combat against.

He has indeed crossed a line even Izaya Orihara hasn't crossed for her before.

It's pretty obvious what effect what he's just done has had, almost immediately. Maya's body freezes instantly; her mouth has long dropped open, frozen in disbelief with any words about to be said long dying in the air. Her eyes are wide and unseeing although they stare seemingly right back at him. Her skin tingles where he gave that final insistent tug, so much so that she couldn't say if his fingers remain gripping into it or not. Her mind is blank. Her ears are ringing. He really did it.

Standing like this, offending arm in question finally out to the side and her other hand doing an extremely poor job of covering up its own half of the nametag now, her "secret" is open to the light and Izaya's for the taking. It asks him to ask her about her death. No doubt there'll be little problem, yes? Far be it from Maya to put forth any more resistance.

She doesn't appear to realize she's so exposed, let alone so mistreated. Everything has stopped.]

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