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Tragedy {Izaya Orihara}

A/N - Hey, if I haven't made it obvious before, my favorite character is Orihara Izaya. I'm going to try something new with this story and write it first in the girl's point of view and then in his point of view. I hope it turns out well.
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I'm falling. In that moment, before I hit the asphalt ground, as I stare up at the night sky, I can see his devilish smirk. I smile, not once feeling any bit of regret.
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I've led a pathetic existence. My parents died in an accident when I was four years old and I was adopted by a former gang leader. Afterward, I had a normal childhood until I turned twelve. A lot happened that year. My adoptive father got dragged back into his former life and we began to travel to accommodate for all of the drug deals. I didn't mind much. I never had many friends and performed horribly in school. On my sixteenth birthday, I got mixed up in some trouble with a colored gang and I got kidnapped. I was held captive for two weeks, in that time I was tortured, starved, and raped. My adoptive father managed to use his influence to rescue me but I had already broken.

From that point, I became severely depressed and mentally unstable. I dropped out of school and stayed out late with total strangers. I'd succumb to the very drugs my father figure had been trafficking. On my nineteenth birthday, I left my father's side and moved into Ikebukuro. Never being able to keep a stable job, I often had to sell "services" to feed myself.

My only escape from life was the Internet. I could be anyone and no one had to know about my life. Only once did I share my secrets. It was a boy named Nakura that I met on a chat forum. He was sweet and he understood my struggle. Being the only one to have ever sympathized with me, he became like a pillar of support.

Even though he became an extremely important part of my life, it took some effort for him to break down my defenses. Although I lead a rather "revealing" life, I tried to keep my reality and net life separated. It wasn't even until I exchanged phone numbers with Nakura that we really became close. I never explicitly told him my past but he found out enough by spending time with me. I'm impressed he was able to figure out my mind game but I had known from the beginning that he was a cunning intelligent man.

One thing leads to another and we became roommates. I did the cooking and housework and we occasionally go out to eat. He turned out to be much more well off than I had originally figured. When he offered to support me, I admit that I was doubtful of him but he seemed to do so at ease. His cheerful, childish personality can only make me wonder just how many other girls he has under his wing. I knew that he owned multiple apartments, phones, and even has a beautiful young assistant. I refuse to admit that I'm in any way jealous of Namie who gets paid to spend time all day with Nakura in his main office apartment, but I will admit that I didn't like the thought of Nakura spending so much time with another woman.

On my twenty-seventh birthday, he invited me out to drink. I had a wonderful time. This happened during a tough time for me. I finally thought that I found a good job but my boss's boyfriend began hitting on me and she fired me for being a slut. After all, I didn't have a real skill set to make a living off of, my only good point was a pretty face. I considered suicide and told him so and he told me that he could help. Nakura had promised to cheer me up and invited me to his office apartment that night. I was unsure of what to do but it's not like I've never done this before, and he knew that. We got to his building and he led me to the roof. It was a chilly autumn night but his hands made my body so warm that I didn't mind. I was normally very bored when I was doing these acts for money. Never once did I think that sex was fun or good, but Nakura was different. His rough kisses left me breathless and I felt like I could melt. His smirk never really left his lips. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered to me, "Izaya, my name is Orihara Izaya."

I felt silly, here I was, putty in his hands. I had totally fallen in love with this man and only now did I learn his name. I laughed at my own naivety and let my moans ring loud and clear. This takes me to where I am now. Once dawn came along, Izaya had me by the hair as he threatened to drop me over the edge. Pulling me towards him, we shared one last kiss. The words that left his mouth as our lips parted made me smile,
"I won't say 'I love you'."
I replied, "If it's you, I don't mind." He laughed, telling me how sweet I was as he let me go.