Trust Me 「Izaya Orihara」

Chapter 2: The Black Rider

Cars zoomed and honked as they drove by. Clusters of people stood at corners, talking and waiting for the street lights to say it was their turn to walk. Amaya was no exception; she was making her way to her sister's flower shop.

From far away, the familiar echo of a horse blended with the revving of a motorcycle engine. Some scurried off towards the source of noise. They obviously wanted to catch a glimpse of The Black Rider.

Amaya glanced curiously at her phone.

8:52 A.M.

It was too bright for her to have a job this early in the day. But... crimes don't stop in the mornings. Amaya told herself.

A stuffy boy in front of Amaya looked over at his schoolmate. "Check out the Black Rider!" he pointed over at the shadow on the nearby buildings. "People say it doesn't have a head!"

The boy next to him scoffed. "Who cares? It's probably some annoying asshole doing it for attention. This is why I'm in the Dollars." A smug smirk plastered itself on his face.

The girl behind them rolled her eyes. He was trying too hard to act cool.

"I think this Black Rider is actually one of those... death gods." She inched her head closer towards the boys' own heads to get their attention. "Wouldn't that explain everyone he's killed?" The boy stiffened a bit. "I actually heard he sends a mysterious link to you and lets you know the day you're gonna die. Of course, obviously the people that are soon to die are the only ones that get the link. I'd be careful on the internet if I were in your shoes~" The boys choked up before running away, too scared to comprehend what could actually happen.

Amaya smiled to herself while taking a calm sip of her burning coffee. Maybe making people squirm was one of her past times...

"Wow. Did you intentionally induce fear onto those middle school boys? Tsk tsk tsk, so naughty~"

Amaya internally groaned at the idiot's voice. "I don't like kids. Especially ignorant ones."

Izaya pleasantly smiled. "You don't like kids, I don't like sex," he shrugged, "sounds like a good match to me."

There was no reason to treat Izaya's banter as anything but. He liked talking, especially when he knew how to press people's buttons.

"You've ruined people's lives for your own entertainment." The light finally changed and Amaya began walking. "Think I'll pass."

Unfortunately, Amaya had known of Izaya for 10 long years. So she learned a thing or two about how to approach him.

She thought that was the end of their conversation until Izaya began walking next to her.

He could only chuckled at Amaya's deflective words. "What's got you so hostile?"

She frowned, grabbing the strap of her purse a little more tightly. That's when Amaya remembered what Izaya had allegedly done. "You took my sister-in-law's phone and texted me. I thought she was in trouble―"

"Weird, you weren't a whiner back in junior high..." Izaya wondered out loud, practically ignoring the girl's accusations.

Her abrupt stop made a few pedestrians glare at her, but no one said anything. "Why'd you pull me back to Ikebukuro?"

A snide smirk made its way to Izaya's lips. "If we're being honest, I didn't pull you back to Ikebukuro. You had the choice of staying in Osaka."

There was no way of countering Izaya's words. No matter how much Amaya hated it, she knew he was right.

"You miss your hometown. Isn't it natural to wanna come back? You've been gone for a while; you know how quickly things change."