Snake[Izaya X Reader]

Surprise

Rapid breaths. Tingling feeling in chest, confusion from trance in which you fall for a moment. What. When. Why. Barely holding body up as your arms shudder spreading trembling all over the body. Draging down the road with crutches which are twisting under your legs, lighting up a cigarette. An illusion? No...it can't be. A memory? It makes sense. But what does not make sense is all happening. What were those words spoken for? What were those expression...which caused those emotions, which are by now already forgotten.

"got lost or something?" people are already gathered when you come back. It's time to work.

"we have done so much in this two days" Nick satisfied collapse on sofa beside Troy which sets documents into column. Beside them is no one else here except Jean.

"Indeed. Good job everyone" you seat by the bar, finally checking a file which you got from informer.

"I'll be going" Troy pokes napping Nick.

"Ye..ye..I'm going too.." they both barely awake leave.

"Jean..." vacillating you glance his way. Now that you're alone you can ask him.

"...In...what kind of relation was I with informer?" finally you ask him on first look stupid question, which is buzzing through your mind.

"Business partners, if we could say like this" without thinking he says it.

"...I guess" in doubts you change your mind, rather not asking him more about it.

"is there something?" he doesn't let it to go unnoticed.

"No" something doesn't seems right. How are pictures in your head suppost to make any sense when you're doubting in your intellect.

"I mean..." he listens cautiously in interest. As you start to crumple file between your fingers aimlessly.

"when I went to get data he acted...strange...." 

"...like we're really...close..." awkward...

"annoying right?" slightly surprised you gaze at him.

"he is that kind of person. Intrusive, presumptuous, arrogant, manipulative. Obsessed with humans. Sick"

"oh?"

"Odd I know. He probably tried to get some interesting reaction from you"

"Indeed it is weird" but what were those words for. Lies?

you feel sorry to get hurt instead of me?

No...yes...no? How can you know...

"Don't bother yourself with it, just avoid him" calmly he stands from sofa.

"come I'll give you a ride" like it's matter of course he hints you to get ready to leave. Indeed you're tired.

"I need to finish something" and still you wish to check the file, to think about things that happened these days. In silence; alone.

"I can wait" something is holding him; like he wants to keep you under his eye.

"No need" he recognizes the situation, rather giving you some space. Even if it doesn't suits him.

"I see" his smile hints that he spotted your lies. And still he leaves, it's better to.

Finally you have peace. Tired not able to think you settle water to boil. It starts to boil.

Let it

Quickly you retreat. Titillation. Insane heat. But suddenly coldness starts to spread from your fingers, from your hips. Aching. You bump into bar behind you.

Blood....

Blood....on your hands...on your hips...in panic you raise your shirt. A scar? It's bleeding!! How? What happened? Boiling water snaps you out. There is no blood. An illusion...

Stupefied by it you lean on bar. After a while you gather enough of courage to turn it off, water calms. As you make yourself a coffee. Still blank, hazed you take a seat on bar. Again? An illusion...a memory? When you think about it... In your vision. You weren't alone. Uncontrolled you touch your lips. That voice. Familiar. To whom does it belongs to? Nuzzling? You can feel it, even if you're completly alone. You can feel hot breath on your cheek.

"A-A-a?" your thoughts glitch at small pieces of puzzle made out of pictures, seenses, emotions..

"Crap!" sharp scream of anger. Connect it, think rationally!

"A Lover!?"

Whaaat!?

It can't be. No. Na ah ah. Stupid. It's stupid. Grabbing your stuff, thinking. It's just stupid. It makes no sense. Your own mind is playing tricks on you. Down the street. Pass the park.

"A lover? What was I thinking"

"Stupid" you light up a cigarette, walking through the park.

"Why?" you glance around. Orihara?

"Oh. You" slightly he chuckles at impolite remark.

"Anyway I'm in hurry. Until next time" carefree you raise hand as goodbye, already walking away.

"You lost your memory" your lips slip back in annoyance. Reluctantly you stop, with smile you turn to him.

"What do you mean?" in joke you chuckle.

"a month? Maybe half an year?...A year?" like an idiot you stare at him, but you can see he ain't got fooled.

"Oh I know...nine months?" smirk widens on his face. This bastard...

"What do you mean?"

"oh you know what I mean" at once your smile fades, scowl replaces it. You can't throw a fit, hold back. Izaya bursts out laughing at your sudden change.

"how?" he gets closer to you, taking a walk around you.

"I'm a informer. I know everything" his hands on your shoulders shiver you.

"how many people already know?" this is bad...

"Non" Yeah sure, like you're going to belive him. Or wait...Maybe is there something that he wants?

"what do you want?" choke of laughter escapes from his mouth.

"nothing really" he lets go of you walking away.

Seriously the hell?

"Izaya!" he takes a glance through his shoulder, waiting. For a while you struggle, not sure if it's smart to ask him the question that is bothering you.

"I..I want to ask...something" he steps a side.

"What is it?" on your surprise he's extremly calm and ready to collaborate. Without a reason is your throat sore. Uneasy and scatty you're rocking.

"what is our relation?" he raises his brows, a smirk paints over his face.

"we're business partners. Time to time" he winks, continue walking.

Business partners? I guess...you can't do much about  it; him knowing about your memory lost, so you begin to taking steps away.

business partners .... 

No wait? Messages. In hurry you turn around.

"Wha..." where is he? Huh? He's gone?

"Crap..." what now..?

It hits you. That voice....

Let it...