Snake[Izaya X Reader]

Informer

"Oi! You won't leave until I beat the shit out of you!" Shizuo raises his voice again. He tries to get around you but he keeps the sign low, not to hurt you.

"I said I need to talk to him," you repeat in a serious voice, the man is starting to get on your nerves. Izaya watches the interaction in silence, finding it interesting and entertaining.

"Talk to this idiot?! I'll kill him" shouts Shizuo, he steps aside but you step aside to block him.

"Enough," you say in a serious tone, your eyes fix on Shizuo's, "I don't have time for this." Izaya smirks at Shizuo's surprised expression. None of them is used to being treated the way they are right now.

"Oi girl, you searching for trouble?" threatens Shizuo.

"No, it seems you two are searching for some." You respond and at once Izaya laughs.

"That's why I love humans!" he says loudly, looking excited.

"Shut up!" Shizuo groans.

"What will you do? Kill me?" Izaya looks at him. "It's a miracle that you can even talk monster"

"That's it!" Shizuo hurls towards him. You push Izaya and he smirks as both of you run as fast as you can. Izaya runs by your side, he hints you to follow. You do so and he leads you over different local streets until you lose sight of Shizuo. You stop and lean on the wall as you take deep breaths. Both of you try to catch your breath due to the intense sprint.

"The hell is wrong with him?" You say between breaths, your eyes moving to Izaya.

"He's a monster" Izaya makes a laugh then takes a breath. 

"Of course" you respond sarcastically. "You are no better, you made the situation worst than it was."

"Did I?" He glances at you amused.

"Look, whatever, we got away so I'm expecting some information" you respond and without looking at Izaya you pull out a cigarette and lit it up.

"my, my...a pretty girl like you shouldn't be poising herself like this" he notes in a mocking voice, a smirk on his face. You look at him with the corner of an eye, not like you give much damn about it.

"you're very serious about business, I see" you reply sarcastically. Izaya tries to say something, but you're already walking away from him. Apparently, this was a waste of time, you've heard of the informer and his unusual character but there's no way you'll humiliate yourself for no reason, best to find another person to do the job.

He sure is useless, and people call him dangerous? More like annoying. 

"How rude" says Izaya, who joins by your side. You glance at him, who would understand people like him. 

"if you don't want the job then you're not the right person for it, simple as that" you reply then look in front of yourself. "I'm not interested to work with someone, who is not serious," Izaya smirks at your words, clearly finding it amusing.

"Everyone knows that I do the required work the best," he says cockily.

"It's hard to believe when you have such an attitude," you reply while you change direction and start to walk in direction of a sushi place nearby. A tall black man in white cloth promotes and invites people passing by to go inside.

"Miss, sushi, sushi good," he says and smiles charmingly. He recognizes you and his smile widened. "Приятно видеть вас снова, [f/n]," he says and shows the two of you inside, "and Orihara." he doesn't say anything else, he just shows you inside.

"[f/n]-chan!" says Izaya at the sound of your name. You look at him at the sound of your name. -chan, -chan? What's wrong with this informer, as far you recall -chan is used for people close to a person or to add a cute sound to it? But then again all these suffixes confuse a person who is not a native speaker. It sure sounds wrong to be called that way. 

Simon takes you to a free spot. He hands you the menus after you take a seat, the russian one for you. Izaya smirks as he takes a seat across. He's been watching you and that's something to be attentive of. He looks at you, he stays silent for a moment while he studies your face and body language, the clothes you wear and any other small details that would give him an idea of who you are as a person.

"I didn't know you're Russian," he says, somewhat amused.

"Maybe I just know the language," you reply while your eyes stay on his. 

"is that so? Speaking fluently," he hums in response, he clearly knew what was true and what was false. He most likely already dug up information on you, the moment the word went out that you were coming to the town. And having no information after weeks would make him a rather useless informer.

"I'm surprised an informer like you has no information on such a thing" you provoke in a calm voice while you lift the menu and look over it. Izaya smirks at your words, his expressions are rather animated but not very insightful, he was clearly good at hiding his true feelings and thoughts. "either you're not good at what you do or you lost your edge," you add and Izaya makes a few low laughs of amusement then looks at you sharply.

"even so, you came to me," he teases. He doesn't pick the menu, he just keeps watching you. He claps his hands "Well, let's get to business!" he says cheerfully.

"So you decided to be useful," you say in a sarcastic tone.

"[f/n]-chan that's not nice," he smirks.

"is it not," you set the menu down then look at him. "anyway, as said, let's get to business."