Monstrous Love [Shizaya (Sequel to Psychopathic Love)]

Chapter 3: On the Lookout

"Well, okay then. She identifies as a prostitute."

What Namie told me keeps repeating in my head. Why the hell did a prostitute want information about me? I click my tongue. It probably has nothing to do with that. She probably just told me irrelevant information to confuse me.

The other thing that bothers me is that she had a lot of money; Namie said she was paid well, but don't people usually become prostitutes when they don't have enough money to support themselves by other means.

I shake my head and look around the apartment. It's too quiet. It's been too quiet ever since I've had to be without Izaya. No, I tell myself, Don't think about Izaya. You'll just make yourself sad. I get up and look for Kisa to distract myself.

I walk around and look under furniture and in dark places to find the fat cat. I finally find her under my bed. She lifts her head up and stares at me, annoyed that I'm letting light under the bed. I put the sheet back down and get up. I don't want to hurt her, so I don't even think about pulling her out.

I sit back down on the couch. It's past 20:00, so all the places I volunteer at are closed now. I sigh. It's very boring around here, but I do appreciate the peace. I feel my phone vibrate and look at the caller ID. It's Varona. I click the message.

Are you busy right now?

I send 'No.'

A few seconds pass and another message pops up on the screen.

Could you meet me at Russia Sushi? I have someone I'd like you to meet.

I send the reply and rush out the door.

It doesn't take me very long to get to the meeting place. I step through the door and spot Varona sitting at a booth near the back. There's someone else in the booth, but I can only see the back of her...?... head.

When Varona spots me, she gives me a slight wave to come over. I make my way to the table. I sit down Varona and look at the woman in front of me. She looks very similar to Varona except she has longer hair and deep blue eyes. She's wearing a form-fitting mahogany dress with a V-neck, exposing a large portion of her breasts. I give Varona a confused look.

"This is my half-sister, Iskra. She comes from my same dad, but a German mother."

"Nice to meet you," I bow my head in Iskra's direction.

"No, the pleasure is mine," she has a thick accent, but I'm not sure where it's from. "Thank you for taking care of my sister."

"She didn't give me any trouble. It's fine." I tell her honestly. Varona is a very good and enthusiastic person to be with.

"Iskra lived in Norway for most of her life. She came here because she has retired from her job and would like to support me," Varona informs me.

"Really?" I ask. "You don't look very old. Definitely not old enough to retire."

"I am 28," she tells me. "My employer told me that I am getting too old to preform my duty clearly, so I need to settle down somewhere."

"Too old? There aren't many jobs that consider 28 too old."

"I was a spy," she tells me. "My cover was a prostitute. I would draw men in with my sex appeal, get them drunk, and have them spill their darkest secrets." She brings her hand up to her chest as she says this.

Varona speaks up. "I don't have very much room in my apartment, so I was wondering if you could let her stay at your house until I could find a bigger place to stay."

"That should be fine," I tell her. "I have plenty of room. I do have a cat, though. Will that be a problem?"

"No, no," Iskra shakes her head. "Thank you much."

"Thank you very much," Varona says, too.

After that, we eat dinner at Russia Sushi and have a conversation and get to know each other. I find out that Iskra was the 'prostitute' that got information from Namie.

"I'm very sorry for being sneaky," she tells me, hanging her head.

"No, not at all," I wave my hands out in front of me. "If I was staying with some strange person, I'd want to know about them, too."

"You don't really know me," she points out.

"Well, you're Varona's sister and I trust Varona. She wouldn't spring some crazy psychopath on me."

"The broker said that you liked psychopaths on you," she cocks her head to the side.

I freeze. Namie.. You are so going to get hurt. "No," I tell her. "She's just a little out of it."

"I see."

Once we finish, we pay and start to leave. We wave goodbye to Varona and head in the opposite direction; towards my house.

After walking for a little bit, I feel Iskra pulling my sleeve.

"Is it alright if I hold onto your arm? I feel like I might get lost with all these people."

I nod and she wraps both arms around mine. I feel her chest press against my arm and instantly feel uncomfortable.

I'll give her the benefit of the doubt now, but if something like this happens again, I'll need to let her know I have a boyfriend.

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This chapter is dedicated also LizzyMidford for voting for all of my Shizaya fanfics. Also, LizzyMidford writes some pretty amazing fanfictions, too, so you should check those out.

A love rival! (I just had to put this picture. It's just the best thing ever because that's what I want to say to her, except replace the 'my' with 'Izaya's.')

Anyway, I finally convinced my friend, MGTD-Cos, to read this fanfiction, you know, starting with the first one. (I'm pretty sure that 'you know' is in the wrong place, but whatever!) Keep in mind, she had never watch Durarara!! no matter how many times I told her to, but she got so emotionally attached. Halfway through, she said, "Oh, no, one of them is going to die. Why are you making me get emotionally attached just to have them die? I know you, so I know you're going to make one of them die." I told her, "I promise you no one has died as of this point in my story." Then when she got to the last chapter of the previous one and the first chapter of this she thought, "Dang it she lied to me and Izaya died." She was so upset with me. Then she told me I needed to write more, so I did since I had time.

Bye, bye!

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