Snake[Izaya X Reader]

The sky

People walk by, some across the street other by the sidewalk, while some of them stroll over the park. You walk over the park, observing people and surrounding. In the middle of the main path of the park is standing a tall man, dressed in a dark grey suit, black coat hanging on his shoulders. People walk past him charmed by his elegance while he stands in the middle and waits patiently. He looks in your direction, handsome smile widens over his face.

"Good afternoon," says Jean politely.

"Jean, it's been a while," you smile then step closer, hugging him.

"Yes, it's been a while," Jean smiles gently and runs his hand down your back. "Yet it seems you have not changed." He says and for a moment you stay like that as a sign of affection.

"It's too early to say so," you look up to him, into his grey eyes.

"Yes, you're right, but I do believe my words are correct," he smiles handsomely, charming as always. "I'm glad we are reunited after one half of a year."

"Yeah," you part and Jean walks by your side. "So how have you been, how's life?" you ask first while Jean explains, he guides you through the crowd and after that through some areas near warehouses. There are ordinary buildings and shops. The area is crowded, you take notice in small groups wearing yellow scarves. Before analysing surrounding better, you enter a tea bar. 

"Give me a moment," Jean excuses himself then heads to the bartender while they talk you take a look around. It's a big bright place, well designed. A classy tea bar of higher rank, it's full of all kind of people. Some of them are watching you, whispering.

"Come, I'll show you our private places." Jean approaches you then guides you to the end of the room, that is linked into a small hallway with the rest of the rooms, that are meant for private gatherings. You reach the end of the hallway where is a door on which is written private with a code lock. Jean enters the code then shows you up the stairway. You walk up to the second floor and enter the room.

"This is our base, we often gather here to discuss and to make plans," Jean hangs his coat on the hanger. You take a look around the big room, luxuriously furnished. It has a small bar in the right corner, in middle are four sofas that form a square and in the middle of it is a glass coffee table. 

"There's more, come, take a look," he walks to the end of the room and opens the first door out of three. You follow him into a stylish office.

"This office is meant for you," he glances at you and smiles. "How do you like it?"

"It's done really well," you look around it, smile over your face. "But Jean, you know how I fell about this."

"I know, but this was your brother's idea," he notes amused.

"Of course it was Ivan's idea," you sigh into a chuckle. "No wonder he's the one leading formal side of our business" you take a walk behind the table, to panorama window with a view over the street, it has a similar atmosphere as Izaya's apartment.

"I'll leave you so you can look around," says Jean politely and gives a nod then leaves the room. You look out of the window again, drifting into thoughts. You think of things that you have to do,  of people that will help you to do so and the goal, the reason behind the whole project.

"Beautiful view, isn't it?" says a familiar voice as he stops a step behind but by your side.

"Yeah, it is," you reply while watching the sunbath in red clouds as a sign that day is turning into the night. "You know Jean, I think I like this office."

"I'm glad," he replies. "When you're done come to the main room, informer came."

"Informer?" you ask in tone of amusement. "He actually finished work by today, it seems he isn't as irresponsible as he seems."

"Is that what you think of him?"

"I believe you're already familiar with him, so you probably know what I mean."

"Might be," he replies shortly. "Anything interesting you can tell me about him?"

"unusual question," you stare outside somewhat daydreaming. "I can't say for sure, by now all I noticed is his intrusive and rude behaviour."

"That's all?"

"What do you want to hear?" you chuckle gently. "That he has interesting color of eyes?" you say in a joke.

"Is that what you've noticed?"

"You're really asking me of this?" you think then shake head gently. "But yeah, I've never seen such eyes, with shades of red that change with the light, like they hold dark secrets, desperate to be revealed," you reply poetically.

"Hmmm~" he hums amused. "You like Russian romanticism?"

"Why are you asking me that? You know the answer," you chuckle then stop, repeating his question in your head. 

"I bet Pushkin is your favourite," he says mockingly. "A real romantic soul trapped in a terrible business." 

"Don't tell me," you turn around, hoping it isn't the informer. Your eyes meet. Izaya is standing not far away wide unpleasant smirk over his face. He seems amused, full of himself due to the situation. 

"what are you doing here?" you ask calmly but displeased then cross arms to control your anger and annoyance. 

"I came to see you," says Izaya mockingly while you stare at him embarrassed but try to hide it, heat going over your body. 

"What a joke," you bark back due to Izaya behaving too familiar with you. "Show some respect," you scowl but act coolheaded.

"You don't seem very glad to see me, I'm hurt," he adds scornfully then approaches.

"Enough," you stop him but Izaya doesn't stop, he rather pushes further like the previous time. You take a step back, hitting the window. 

"Are you sure my eyes hide some dark secrets, which beg to be exposed?" he blocks your way by putting his hands on the window, one beside your head, while another one beside your shoulder. You lift brows surprised at the unexpected sequence of events. Unable to understand what exactly is going on you look in his eyes for an answer. "Well? Got your answer?" he says slyly, now being really close. You narrow eyes, being used to people treat you with respect, but now you realize that this man is different, having his own logic. You put hand on his chest then push him back. 

"Don't ever repeat this again," you say to him as Izaya smirks and leans closer. 

"Why?" he chuckles gently. "Does it make you feel uncomfortable?"

"I said enough," you move away. "You dare to act this rude because I'm a woman?"

"I would do the same if you were man," he smirks amused and you blush fadely.

"Unbelievable," you add then turn as Izaya grabs your hand and pulls you closer.

"Regardless of gender I shall love you, my dear human," he says charmingly. Your eyes widen at his sudden action,  you move away rapidly then slap him automatically. "[f/n]-chan what was that for?" he makes a few chuckles, he doesn't seem upset, at next moment he already smirks. 

"Wha...oh screw you," irritated you leave the room to calm down.

"You're done with your business?" asks Jean, he's on the sofa, papers in his hands.

"Excuse me?" you ask harshly then take a deep breath to calm. "I mean, what business?" you say more calmly.

"The one you had with Orihara," Jean puts down the papers.

"Almost," answers Izaya, who just walked out of office. He smirks amused then offers you a file, which you take harshly, ignoring his smirk of satisfaction.