Pain into Pleasure ( Reader x Izaya)

Can't wait for the Weekend

         You moved to Ikebukuro about a month ago, about 2 days after you unpacked your last suit case you decide to walk around the town. You had just walked out of a restaurant when you saw a trash can fly by you. You fall to your knees to avoid being hit by any other flying objects, when you look to your left you see a skinny, pale man with raven colored hair skip out of the trash can's way with a rather large smile on his face. To your right you see the man who's responsible for the flying trash can. A tall, well built male with blond hair wearing a bartenders uniform."IZAYA!! GET OUT OF IKEBUKARO!!" The tall man then pulls a stop sign out of the cement sidewalk and throws it again at the raven haired man he called "Izaya".

           Izaya steps to the left and begins talking,"But Shizu-Chan! I really enjoy seeing you." You backup against the wall in an attempt to avoid being hit or if at all possible to avoid being seen. You rest your back against the restaurant's brick wall, pull your knees close to your chest and place your hand over your mouth to muffle your heavy breathing. 

           The blond bartender takes off his sunglasses,"Oh flea, I really don't enjoy it when you call me Shizu-Chan. My name is Shizuo Heiwajima!" Hearing his name your jaw drops. 

           "This is the man who has god like strength?!" You think, you stare at the bartender in disbelief until your attention is grabbed by the sound of Izaya's voice,"But Shizu-Chan is so much more fun! I would love to play more with you but it appears we're scaring the girl over there and I really don't want her to call the cops, so, ta." Izaya looks at you and smirks, he then winks, spins around and begins to run off with his fur lined coat flowing in the wind behind him.

           "What a pathetic excuse Izaya!" Shizuo yells as he runs after him.

           You stand up with shaky legs, and you wobble your way home. Once you close your front door you let out a sigh and plummet your self on your couch. Your'e so tired that you almost don't notice Izaya sitting in a chair across from you."Izaya?!" 

           Hearing his name he sits up strait,"Yes?" he replies with a, more childish than adult, smile on his face.

           "What the fuck are you doing in my house." You mean to yell at him but you can't gather the energy to do so.

           "Are you really so tired you cant yell?" He gives a slight laugh and smirks,"Well I better leave, it was nice while it lasted Ms.(first name)." 

           You sit up,"How do you know my name?!" This time you really do yell and to be honest, it shocks you a bit, but not Izaya he doesn't even look back at you. 

           He simply answers,"I'm an information broker, I knew your name before you even entered Japan." He then opens the front door and leaves. 

           You move from the couch to your bed,"Stupid bastard, I'll kill him." you mumble as you crawl into bed and drift to sleep.

You wake up and glimpse at your watch. It reads 10:30, "Shit! I'm late!" You half fall half jump out off bed, you sprint to your dresser and then to the bathroom for a shower."Shit. Shit. Shit!" You never met the person who wanted to employ you, but you met the woman you would be working with,"Yagiri." You mumble as you get dressed and rush out the door not bothering to eat breakfast. You leave the house in the best clothes you own and just enough money for a cab and lunch.

           You take a cab to Shinjuku, once you arrive you hand the cab driver 30 dollars and step out of the car onto the side walk and in front of the large building you're now working at. You arrived on time thanks to not eating breakfast. When you walk through the front doors you push a button by the door,"Name?" Yagiri (the woman who interviewed you) asks.

           "(first and last name)."

            You hear a small click in response,"Come in." You open the front door and step in the building, Yagiri is to your left and as you walk in she smiles,"The boss is upstairs, he want to talk with you." You smile back, nod and begin to walk up the stairs. 

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