What is Stronger Than Love? (Shizuo Heiwajima X reader)

(Chapter 11) According to Plan

NOTE: (y/ln)=your last name
            (y/fn)=your first name
            (y/ec)=your eye color
            (y/hc)=your hair color
            (y/hl)=your hair length
            (y/w)=your weight
            (y/fc)=your favorite color
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Izaya looked at you with that damn diabolical grin.

He disregarded your shock and wrapped an arm around your trembling shoulder.

"Are you hurt," he asked slightly concerned. Or at least pretending to be.

"I'm oka- ugh *cough* *cough*"

You began to cough and choke. You clutched your stomach and rocked back on your heels.

You covered your mouth desperately as the fit continued. Then you let out one last disgusting cough and blood shot out of your throat and into your hands.

"Aw fuck me," you cursed.

"Don't say that or I might do it," Izaya laughed, "come on, I'll get you out of here, girls like you shouldn't be alone in these parts."

With that he led you away from the dirty streets and towards a new upperclass apartment complex, different from Shizuo's.

The entire way you coughed and gagged, you would of pushed Izaya's arm off of you but to be honest, at the time he was helping support you in your weakened state.

He led you up stairs and eventually opened the door to an impressive apartment.

"Welcome to my humble home," he cheered.

You ignored him and dragged yourself inside. You were now not only emotionally distraught but physically injured.

In this state (y/fn)'s body was desperately searching for somewhere to lay down and pass out.

"Namie get some hot tea for my guest," Izaya commanded a secretary seated by the door. (y/fn) ignored the woman in her pursuit for the couch her bloodshot eyes had set sights on.

Finally dragging your body to the couch, you threw yourself upon the sofa and passed out before making contact with the furniture.

Namie returned with a platter of tea and set it at the coffee table as Izaya took his seat on an arm chair.

"Who is she," the woman bluntly asked.

Izaya reached out to pour his cup of tea, "Shizuo's ex girlfriend."

"I didn't know he had one,"

"He doesn't. And even then they were never officially labeled, more of a mutual relationship," Izaya said distastefully as he sipped his tea and waved his hand dismissing the subject.

Namie gazed at the girl with her inadvertently cold stare.

"That's a shame though. She's pretty and he's rather good looking; ... They'd make cute kids."

Izaya scrunched his nose in disgust.

"Can you imagine those mutants running around?"

"I think there's something cute about "mutant" babies lifting up cars and smoking cigarettes," Namie scoffed.

"I think you're sick in the head."

The woman rolled her eyes, clearly thinking that it was he who was sick in the head.

"What are you going to do with her?"

"If she wasn't so important to my plan I'd string her along and use her against Shizuo, but I need her for another part of my plan."