Trust Me 「Izaya Orihara」

Chapter 1: New-Old Beginnings...

The young adult walked quietly through the busy streets of Ikebukuro.

It had been a while since she lived a busy life. The city environment was always too fast-paced. People constantly ran. There was never enough time for anything. Time was precious, but in Ikebukuro, it left so quickly that you couldn't even fathom how you lost it.

There was too much going on at the moment. Too many people walking around, too many voices speaking at once, too many cars honking, too many vehicles dangerously close to the sidewalk, too many hidden threats lurked nearby. But that was Ikebukuro for you; probably too loud with too much going on at every possible moment.

And truth be told: Amaya Hasegawa missed her violent little hometown.

"Top and bottom! Top and bottom!" She heard a girl faintly yelling through the air.

Wow, the courage some people have. But I guess that was expected. You find all kinds of crazies in the city; the girl yelling about―God knows what―couldn't even make it onto the extensive list.

"IIZAAAYAAAA!" Not long after, a mailbox came crashing at Simon's feet.

Amaya looked at the open space that every pedestrian was making. A boy dressed in dark clothing cartoonishly ran and dodged every other object that was being thrown his way.

She rolled her eyes. The day Shizuo Heiwajima stopped hating Izaya Orihara, the world would burn. She sighed before pushing past every onlooker; when she saw Simon, it opened up the girl's appetite.

The foreign pacifist was too busy holding Shizu-chan back while Izaya happily taunted the ill tempered blond.

"Good evening, Semyon," she politely greeted before entering the restaurant. The wind that escaped the shut door blew a subtle scent towards the three males. It was her; she always smelled like roses and fabric softener. A weird mix they grew to love.

Too awestruck and confused, Simon was only able to ask, "sushi?"

Shizuo momentarily stopped his anger. Was it really her, though? "Hey, isn't that―"

"Amaya Hasegawa! My lovely human~" Izaya practically pranced around, happy to know the brunette was finally back.

"Tch, your lovely human? Why don't you go suck on a vending machine!?"

But just as quickly as Amaya appeared and disappeared, so did the three male's attention spans.

The girl had chosen a quiet spot far from the windows. She just needed some time to relax before she met her family. Amaya heard the bickering outside die down briefly before some more yelling ensued.

I guess some things will never change. It had been a while since she actually saw Shizuo throw anything at Izaya. She wasn't lying when she thought about how much she missed that.

Surprisingly, Amaya was never scared of her blond friend, quite the opposite, actually. She knew how painful it was for Shizuo to use his strength when they were younger, so she always tried her best to scold him for his reckless actions. Never once did he lay a finger on her.

"-llo~" Amaya blinked a few times before composing herself. "Gee, you look so dead just staring ahead!" The raven haired male teased as he walked towards the girl's table.

There was one time period where Izaya believed the girl had a crush on him, but he soon realized she spaced off too much and he was simply in her way.

"Aya-chan is back in Ikebukuro?" He greeted way too enthusiastically. "That's a surprise!" It was more likely to Amaya that indeed, he was faking all of the happiness he showed.

Which is why the girl opted to look over at the small menu card. There were new items she'd gladly degust. If anything, she lived for food.

"Oh? Are you ignoring me?" The young wrecker inched closer towards the girl.

She found it difficult to focus on the menu when all she kept thinking about was Izaya.

"How was your retreat?" There was no remorse behind his words. In fact, she knew Izaya loved watching her struggle. Yet, she succumbed by looking over at him. "Oh! You're acknowledging my existence, how honoring!" He took an oblivious seat in front of the girl.

She swallowed her spit, noticing how awfully dry her mouth had gotten.

"The stupid girls I've seen can't use makeup for the life of them. They look too over the top, which I guess is appropriate for being such hotheads. But yours is really cute! Were you trying to get my attention?"

Izaya Orihara was a cockroach. It didn't matter how hard you tried to kill it, it simply wouldn't die. He was a conniving, sick, sadistic, son of a―

"I want you to die."

Izaya chuckled, "you want me? You have thought of me!"

Amaya sighed loudly. The girl couldn't afford to give him a response; otherwise, she'd be fuelling his ego. The brunette definitely wasn't hungry anymore. She pulled her purse's string over her shoulder before heading for the exit.

"Hasegawa-san! Sit down, eat sushi!" A booming voice happily declared, blocking the girl's exit.

"Thank you, Semyon," she bowed a little glumly. "But Izaya makes me want to commit manslaughter."

"I kick boy out!"

"Come on--" Izaya didn't finish his banter as he was quite literally kicked out.

"Wow!" Amaya's eyes glinted with joy. "I'll order everything I haven't tried as a thank you!" She bowed with gratitude as she made her way back to her original seat.

"Yes! Sushi make everyone happy! Let's celebrate!"

Amaya knew running into Izaya on her first day back wasn't good. If he knew she was back, it was only a matter of time before he dragged her into his stupid games.

But... one day at a time... Amaya carefully reminded herself. Otherwise, she'd end up jumping from a building to her death.

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The neighborhood she grew up in looked the same as it always had. Nothing in particular stuck out as much as Amaya thought things would.

A knock on a white wooden door alerted Amaya of how very real her current situation was. Before she could run away, the door quietly opened.

"Amaya?" the woman on the door asked.

The girl gave an unsure nod. "That's what my birth certificate says..."

The woman rolled her eyes. She wanted to hug Amaya, but it wasn't appropriate timing. Amaya noticed the hesitation coming from her, hence why she opted to keep speaking.

"So... you want help with the shop?"

The woman looked confused. "The shop? No, why? Do you want a job?"

Amaya furrowed her eyebrows, "w-wait. You texted me saying you needed help with the shop."

"The last thing I texted you was a video of Simon singing opera."

A cold chill ran up Amaya's spine. Only a conniving little bitch would have the energy to drag her away from Osaka.

"Did you misplace your phone recently?" Amaya could picture it now. Izaya with a necklace around his neck. Her hands would be the perfect accessory as she squeezed and squeezed until he could no longer smile his stupid little―

The woman laughed, "I always do."

Of course she would...

All the more reason to blame Izaya Orihara.