Snake[Izaya X Reader]

The external faction 0.2

He holds a lot of humanity.

Izaya keeps his distance while following [f/n]. He has to gather information, but he's mostly been following her because of curiosity. Despite all the possible scenarios and problems he could think of, his mind kept returning to – He holds a lot of humanity.

How annoying.

He managed to extract important information from her phone the other day when he pulled his little stunt on her. The idea of their chase made him laugh. What an interesting woman. She should have exited in the back for a smoke any time soon. Smokers make big misjudgments about their health over and over again. Cigarette after cigarette.

The back door opens. [F/N]. How predictable. He was about to make an entrance but a man followed her outside. Nick, one of her closest men. lzaya hums. They seem close, closer than with the rest. How annoying but beneficial thing to use. They start to talk, laugh in between, and exchange playful bumps. Izaya watches secretly. He stayed patient, but they kept talking and talking. How annoying, annoying but informative. At one point, Nick went back inside. [F/N] remains alone; she gazes in front of herself.

"Something important you have to do in the region, or you don't know what to do with your time?" you say, sending Nick intentionally to have a word with Orihara, whom you noticed hiding in the shadows. How predictable.

Orihara remains silent for a moment. You must have taken the enjoyment out of his grand appearance. How satisfying.

"I always have something important to do," Izaya says, stepping out of the shadows. His lips tug into a sly smile.

"Did you bring more of your work?" you assume, a small smile over your face.

"Did you request more work of me?" he provokes.

"Something important you came to discuss?" you ask, not giving in easily.

"There's always something important to discuss," he replies, amused. "You gained unwanted attention [F/N]–chan."

"It was bound to happen," you say calmly. "Did you find anything on their partners?" you ask, referring to the Awakusu-kai and the external faction. "What matters is that they don't have the nerve to strike directly."

"They don't," he replies, smirking. "Not yet. But every reign ends eventually. The real question is..." He leans in just slightly, his voice lowering with theatrical intrigue. "How will you fall?"

"I will not fall, I'll leave by my own will," you answer without hesitation, meeting his gaze. "I know you're here because you've got something. What did you find?"

"Indeed." Izaya's smile sharpens. "Plenty," he says, amusement in his tone. "Come on."

With practiced ease, he turns and begins walking. You hesitate only for a moment before following him away from the building and into the quiet streets. The city hums around you as he leads you toward a nearby park, where secrets tend to speak more freely under the cover of trees and shadows. You walk side by side in silence for a moment, the late evening air heavy with anticipation and the faint hum of the city. Izaya walks with his usual casual elegance, hands tucked into his coat pockets, eyes flicking to you from time to time with unreadable amusement.

The park is quiet, streetlights casting long shadows through the trees. A breeze tugs at your coat. Finally, Izaya speaks. "Power balances are fragile things. Even the illusion of stability can shatter when the right pressure is applied."

You eye him warily. "And who's applying that pressure?"

Izaya walks a few steps ahead. He glances at you, something cunning in his eyes. "The usual suspects—smaller cells trying to carve out territory, foreign actors probing for weakness. Nothing... unexpected." He glances back at you, as if to measure your reaction.