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

For you

Hitomi's eyes widened as she watched the informant casually strole inside. "I-izaya..." she felt a bountiful Amount of emotions in that moment. She was happy that he was back, alarmed at his current state, worried for his well being, and scared. Scared might've been more prominent at the moment.

"I'm home!" he smiled.

"Who's.. Who's blood is that!?" she quivered. "You're not hurt are you?"

"Aww, my Hito-chan is worried about me!~" he sang. "No this blood isn't mine Hito-chan. It's your ex's." his attitude towards it was completely nonchalant, and even if that attitude was normal for Izaya it didn't help the fact that he was being casual about murder. Hitomi tried processing what he said half expecting it to be a joke. But it was no joke. He was serious, his entire look proved that. The informant walked over to her and put a bloody hand on her cheek stroking it gently. "Were you waiting up for me?" he chuckled. "You look tired."

He took his hand away leaving a smeared hand mark in its place. Her eyes were terrified, if Izaya saw the fear in them he chose to ignore it. Hitomi gulped softly, "You... You look filthy. You should go change... " she instructed. Izaya gave her his smirk that always made her heart skip but was it wrong that it still skipped in this situation??

"Okay," Izaya agreed, then started taking off his jacket and shirt.

"N-not here!!" she blushed covering her face.

"What? It's nothing you haven't seen before Hito-chan.~" he teased. He wasn't exactly ripped but he didn't not have mustle, if anything he was a decent medium. He dropped his blood soaked shirt on the ground and pulled Hitomi over to him, kissing her forehead. "You're so cute when embarrassed~." Hitomi slowly put her arms on his shoulders then slid them around his neck. The informant was shocked to hear sobbing emanating from her. "Hey, what's wrong!?"

"You're an idiot!" she yelled. He was taken aback by this but decided to let her continue. "Why would you do something so stupid!?! Why'd you kill him!!"

Now was his chance to answer, "He wanted to take you away from me. I can't take that risk."

"That doesn't give you reason to kill him!!"

Izaya's arms wrapped tightly around her waist, he whispered into her ear, "Hito-chan.... I've killed for you.... How many people can say that?"

/////////earlier///////////

The enraged informant banged on the door of his lover's ex. After one moment the door opened to reveal a man who he discovered that he hated just as much if not more than Shizuo Heiwejima. He was the same height as Izaya with slicked back dark brown locks, his eyes were a chocolate brown. He wore an expensive grey suit and black shoes. The man scoffed rolling his eyes and leaning against the door. He was wondering when Izaya would stop by. He was counting on it. "Izaya Orihara. I was hoping you'd stop by. Come on in." he welcomed him. Izaya walked in casually taking in his surroundings. It was a mansion of course, he was rich after all. The living room was mostly white, the marble floors shined brightly, he was almost convinced that it was clean enough to eat off of. A bright crystal chandelier hung above them as they sat on the living room.

"Thanks for letting me in."

"Of course. Look... I don't want there to be and bad blood between us. In fact I want to be friends. There's just one problem... You have my fiance."

"Ex-fiance." the auburn eyed man corrected.

"She'll be my ex when I tell her to. And now I'd like to have her back." Asao demanded.

Izaya tilted his head at him with a questioning look on his face, "You think I'm here to give her back?" he laughed. "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk." he wagged his finger with his eyes closed. "Don't be so stupid. I'm not giving her to you no matter what a pitiful human like you says."

"Excuse me!? What did you just say to me!?"

"Stupid and deaf, what even made her go out with you?" Izaya teased but the question was real to himself. He looked her ex over, he supposed he was handsome, but overall fake.

"Listen here you bastard! Either you give me back what's mine or-" he choked feeling something cold press into him. He noticed Izaya was suddenly in front of him, when he got there Asao couldn't recall. He looked down at his stomach where he felt the chill and realized it was Izaya's knife piercing into him.

"'Yours'?" the informant asked confused. "You know... That doesn't sound quite right to me... Actually it's completely wrong." Izaya pulled out his knife examining it in the light. The blood was dark red and glimmered under the light of the crystal chandelier. Asao fell onto the couch clutching his wound. "Let me see if I got this right. You think that Hitomi is your property?" he asked, flopping onto a nearby chair.

"You haven't loved her like I have." he yelled while trying to stop the bleeding.

"You're right! I haven't loved her like you have. But I can sure as hell bet you I f**ked her brains out better than you last night!" he laughed.

"You slept with her!!!!"

"Big surprise there!" Izaya said sarcastically. "Kay, soo," he sprang up, "By now I'm sure you can guess I'm not here to talk. I'm here to kill you. My poor Hito-chan is waiting for me so let's keep the struggle to a minimum!"

//////////// present/////////

Izaya hugged her tightly, "It's okay Hito-chan." he said soothingly.

"Won't you get in trouble? They'll find you." her voice shook.

"No, don't you worry I was extra careful. Besides the Yakuza can't afford to get involved with the cops and they need me." Hitomi hugged him back out of a mixture of fear and love.

She knew what he did was wrong, that was obvious, but she noticed that that's who he was. There wasn't any changing it. There was no was to change him anyways, this was his possessiveness, and that was the only way he could show his love to her. It was different from how he loved humans so it made sense that he would show his love in a completely distant yet intense fashion.

When she pulled away he caught her lips in a warm kiss. He stretched his arms and grabbed his bloody shirt throwing it over his shoulder and moving upstairs till he paused, "I'm gonna take a shower, care to join?" he asked teasingly.

She blushed, "Go clean yourself up, idiot." she turned her head to hide her blush. She jumped when she felt someone take her hand.

Izaya started pulling her upstairs. "You seem to think that you have a choice." he told her.

That night the two slept in his bed once again. Izaya's arms were wrapped around her waist tightly as if in fear that she'd disappear into thin air. His head buried into the waves of her chestnut brown hair, a steady breath breezing past her. Hitomi laid awake thinking about what her new lover had said, 'I've killed for you... How many people can say that?' the statement had an ominous truth to it. It was strange to be so close to him, he seemed normal. Yet from what she knows, he's anything but.

She moved, turning her body to face him. Being a light sleeper, Izaya had already woken up. His rust eyes look at her in wonder. "Something wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm... Not sure."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No." she breathed out. "I can't be mad at you." Izaya moved, hovering over her and smirking.

"What's troubling you my goddess?" he asked sweetly.

"Us..." she choked out not knowing how he'd take it.

His smile faltered but it didn't disappear, "Why is that? Do you not love me?"

"No, I do love you!" she said sitting up and hugging him tightly. "I swear I do!"

"You have no idea how glad I am to hear that..." he hugged her back.

"Now you say it..."