I slipped silently out of the train.
It was the last one of the night. I shoved my hands into my pockets and fiddled with my wallet and phone.
I walked up the subway stairs, the cold air hitting my practically bare legs.
'Why did I decide to wear shorts!'
I zipped up my sweatshirt, the thin (way too thin) fabric rubbing against my skin.
I should of known it was winter.
I thought the streets would be deserted, like the subway, but it was as crowded as it would be during the day. All kinds of people walked around, but I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb.
I had bright blue eyes and hazel colored hair that was down to my mid-back, but was hidden by the hood of my hoodie.
I looked like a guy right now honestly.
I reached into my pockets and pulled out my phone.
No Messages, No Calls
That was expected.
Why would they care if I disappeared. Sighing I shoved it back into my pocket. I continued to walk around. The time was about 9:00.
I heard a sudden crash and some screaming. Car crash? I pushed my way through the crowd, which seemed to be going the opposite way of me. As I got closer I heard a guy, yelling, every swear under the sun.
I saw few younger kids, hugging their mothers. I scowled, this jerk was gonna get it. Finally pushing through the crowd I found 2 guys.
One with blond hair and mocha eyes and the other with black hair and crimson eyes.
The one with blond hair was holding a stop sign, the one with black hair had a switch.
The sight of a switch was familiar, I came from the ghetto of NYC.
"Hey, idiot!" I yelled at the guy with the stop sign. He turned to me.
"What?!"
"There are some young kids around here, stop swearing. I don't know where you got a mouth like that, but if I were your mother I would b*tch slap you so hard across the mouth you couldn't talk for a month." Everything was silent. Then I heard chuckling.
I turned to the crimson eyed one, cletching his stomache, the switch pressed against his stomach, but not enough to cut him.
"This human is...interesting," he exclaimed as he circled me. I kept my eyes on him, he seemed like a mysterious character.
When he stopped he stuck out a hand, not the one holding the switch.
"Ohira Izaya, but you may call me Izaya-chan if you like," I took the hand. That's right, the Japanese way of greeting and names was different.
"Dani. Just Dani." Izaya grinned like a kid in the candy shop.
"Ok Dani-kun!" I sighed. Removing my hand my eyes shifted to the raging blond.
"Who are you?" I asked. He was rather tall, i reached his mid upper arm.
"Shizuo." He replied in an annoyed voice. I nodded and turned on my heal, walking off.
"Have a nice night, and remember Shizuo, watch your mouth!"
