Element of Danger (Izaya Orihara x OC)

Chapter 3: Don't Kill Yourself~

Takara tapped her eager fingers on the table in front of her. She watched the black and white clock on the wall, watching the seconds tick by until it reached the twelve. The brunette had plans, and she was rather excited to carry them out.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

She pushed her chair back, grabbed her bag, and almost skipped back to her apartment. She was searching through her bag to find a silver key in which she had to use to open the dark-toned door.

"Taka-chan! Why didn't you wait for me!" the girl nearly dropped her keys out of surprise. She turned around to face a particular raven-haired man with a corrupted smile.

"I have plans." Takara grumbled as she proceeded to unlock her apartment door. The curly-haired woman opened the door and let herself inside.

"Let me come with you! I want to spend time with my -" she slammed the door on his face, most likely causing a minor nosebleed. "Taka-chan, you're so mean! Oh, look! I'm bleeding now..." Izaya whined.

"You've got to be kidding me." Takara sighed miserably. If there was one thing that touched her heart, it was hurting people. She hated causing other people injury or burdening others. But Izaya knew that. After all, he had known her since Junior High. Takara knew that he wouldn't stop whining until she let him in.

So, with an irk mark plastered to her forehead, she pulled the door open, causing the man who had been leaning on it to clumsily fall onto her doorstep. She swore he did it on purpose, just so he could satisfy his perverted desires and peak up her skirt. This caused the woman to step on his face.

"There are paper towels in the kitchen." she grumbled as she proceeded to her room where she pulled out her more comfortable clothing: a short tee-like dress that hung off of one shoulder over worn leggings that took a torn appearance. She slipped off her business clothing and slipped on the more suitable clothing.

She walked out of her small room, deciding it was time to tend to the devil who hadn't even bothered going to the kitchen for paper towels.

"You damned brat! Don't get blood everywhere!" the brunette threw a roll of paper towels at him. She continued to look into a mirror where she pulled out bobby pins that held portions of her curly hair away from her face. After finally releasing her bangs, she ran a hand through her hair, untangling knots along the way.

"Taka-chan~ You did this to me so you should help~" Izaya whined from the couch.

"It's just a nose bleed. You've dealt with much worse from Shizuo and Simon." she mumbled as she placed some money and her cell phone inside of her more preferable wallet. "I'm leaving so get out."

"Taka-chan~" he whined before turning around to view the brunette's transformation. "Hey! You look more like yourself now! But I still like your hair better long~" he smirked.

For as long as she has known Izaya, Takara had long curly hair with an attempt at blunt, straight across bangs. However, they were always long so she pushed them to the side. Now, her curls were chopped to her shoulders and her bangs were finally a tolerable length to wear them as she had intended. Her hazel eyes sent icicles to him.

"I wanna go with you Taka-chan!" the raven-haired man continued to whine, forcing a sad expression in his auburn eyes.

As she proceeded to leave her apartment, Takara dragged Izaya by the ear and threw him outside before her. She locked her dark door and began to walk to her destination. She was honestly excited, but she would never let the information broker discover anything particularly interesting about her.

"Go get yourself killed by Shizuo." she ordered.

"Shizu-chan is busy today!" he continued to whine.

"Bummer. I would've actually attended your funeral." she said sarcastically. Out of nowhere, Izaya wrapped his sleeved arms around Takara's curvaceous body. This caused the brunette to squirm in his grasp and attempt to pry his hands off of her.

"It's nice to know you'd attend!" he said joyfully.

"Get off of me you stalker!" she screeched, attempting to even bite his arms off. "I would be celebrating, not mourning!"

She felt his grasp loosen slightly, just enough for her to break free. She patted her clothes and took a sigh of relief.

"Maybe I should go jump off of a building or something." Izaya suggested.

"By all means." she responded coldly.

"You're so mean, Taka-chan." the raven-haired man pouted.

Even though Takara's words were usually cold and filled with deadly venom, she did have a soft spot for people she knew. And though she despises is Izaya Orihara, she doesn't wish for him to truly die. However, he doesn't need to know that. Anything to get him to leave her alone.

"I have business to attend to. So go away." the curly-haired girl ordered.

Izaya responded with another pout. "Fine... I'll see you later then." he waved as he stuffed his hands in his pocket and walked away.

The girl sighed. She did feel rather bad for how she treated him.

"Izaya. Don't kill yourself." she said quietly, yet sincerely. The brunette knew that he had no intentions of dying, but those words were the kindest words she could come up with.

"Aww, Taka-chan is being nice! Don't worry, I'll be around to see you later~" he sung, which irritated the woman, but she had might as well asked for it.

When he finally left, she released a massive sigh. Now, she could enforce her plans.