{On Hold} Only Exception [Yandere!Izaya x OC]

Humans

Okay Ik that's some of u are in love with izaya just as much as me but I will have u know that I am willing to fight for him!! But here's a story for y'all to read.

Izaya's POV

Humans are all so vapid. They're all so predictable and pathetic. But there are moments... When they can transcend your expectations. And that's why I love them. I love each and every one of them equally. Many will consider my love for them to be odd but I couldn't care less! They are my humans and I control them all, I can put then in crazy circumstances and they will all handle it differently. "Izaya, I'm leaving. Is there anything I should do before I go?" Namie asks.

I look back at her, "No. That'll be all Namie. Ugh, I'm so bored!" I pout flopping into my chair.

"Sounds like a personal problem." she says with disinterest. She grabs her bag and heads out.

"Say hello to your beloved brother for me!" I wave get off only to get a response of the door slamming. I sigh returning to my boredom. It's evening and all my humans are now retreating to their homes. The evening is always so dull due to this. "What to do? What to do?" I ponder. Just then one of my cellphones ring, I had all ten spread out on my desk each was for their own purpose. I found the one that was ringing and answered it. "Hello. You're on with Izaya Orihara how may I assist you?"

"Uh, hello. My name is Hitomi Saito. And I was hoping to get together with you to talk."

"Get together? But I barely know you." I joke.

"... I wasn't told of your quick wit." she says unimpressed

"Not many mention it, unfortunately." I chuckle into the phone. "So when and where would you like to me Miss Saito?"

"Tonight. Actually now would be great. Do you know the restaurant Russia Sushi?"

"Yes as a matter of fact I do. I'll see you there." I hang up. How exciting! A new human in need of my services. I get out of my chair and head for the door grabbing my coat on the way out. I wonder what could be troubling my precious human that would make her come to me. And who told her to come to me. It's amazing how people trust me so easily, even I wouldn't trust myself. But it's that brainless decision that increases the fun so I won't complain about it. Arriving at Russian Sushi I see the lovable russian Simon standing out front trying to pass out flyers, as usual, to uninterested strangers.

"Ah, Izaya! You come eat sushi? It's good! Fish very fresh!!"

"Is that so? Well I was just about to head in. I have someone waiting."

"You get girlfriend?"

I laugh at his question then standing back upright putting my hands in my pockets, "No, no. It's simply business. I'm not really the dating type."

"You no choose love, love choose you." Simon preaches.

"I guess you may be right. Well, be seeing ya." I wave, laying him and heading into the restaurant. I don't see anybody who looks like they're waiting for anybody so I take a seat in the back room letting the owner know that someone should be looking for me. I wait, tapping my chop sticks on the table till someone cautiously walks in. She's wearing dark sunglasses, a black hat, black scarf that covers her face and a long black trench coat.

"Izaya Orihara?" she whispers.

"That'd be me. You must be Miss Saito." I assume.

"Yes." she sits down taking of her hat, glasses and scarf. And under all that she's beautiful, no, exquisite, that word does seem appropriate. Her eyes are aqua green and her hair is chestnut brown. A very attractive human in all.

"What can I do for you?" I ask.

She sighs, "So, you're an informant broker right?"

"Indeed I am. If you got the money I've got the info. Hm, I should use that as a slogan!" I smile. Her face remains unchanged, whatever this human is dealing with must be important.

"Look, Mr. Orihara--"

"Just call me Izaya," I interrupt. "I hear Mr. Orihara and I look for my father."

"Uh, okay, Izaya. I need your help."