Element of Danger (Izaya Orihara x OC)

Chapter 5: Like Old Times~

Flashback to 6 years ago; Izaya Orihara and Takara Namazaki are in their last year of High School~

Takara, per usual, sat in the back corner of the classroom, paying no attention to the instructor in the front. She was too busy surfing the internet on her cell phone for new, interesting cases to analyze. Her focus was entirely dedicated to the screen in front of her that she nearly jumped out of her seat when a small crumpled piece of paper landed in her desk. Tossed from the far right side of the room when the instructor wasn't paying intention. She cautiously unfolded it, being careful to not make too much noise.

"Some fun new cases have come up~ Meet me after school, Taka-chan!" Izaya's scribbled handwriting was easy to spot. The brunette rolled her eyes and wrote a few words down on the same scrap of paper.

"Better be worth it. It's Takara by the way, not 'Taka-chan'." Without the instructor noticing, she threw the crumpled paper back to her partner-in-crime. She watched a smirk cross his lips.

Once the bells rang, signaling the end of the school day, Takara met Izaya behind the school building. She was never particularly fond of the boy. In fact, it could be said that she despised him. However, her hatred was not enough to keep her away from the intriguing files and cases he discovered as the both spent time analyzing them. And when the official analysis was released by the police, the two's theories and hypotheses were always correct.

"What do you have?" she crossed her arms over her already womanly chest.

"Why don't you come to my apartment? I have all of the files there~" his auburn eyes bore into the girl's hazel glare. He took this opportunity to play with her long, curly hair.

"No."

"Awww... Why not Taka-chan?" he whined

"Cause you're dangerous." she said matter-of-factly.

"Well you like danger~" he sung

"I don't like you." she said coldly.

"Say that when you see the files~" Izaya grabbed onto her wrist and dragged her off in the direction of his apartment. She had been there before, but she wasn't too fond of being in the same place, alone, with the devious boy. However, he had not tried to do anything to her besides tease her. And analyzing the cases was amusing, so she followed him.

"Welcome back to my humble abode~" the raven-haired man sung when they entered his magnificent apartment.

"Not too fond of being back." she mumbled, tossing the coat of her uniform on the couch and taking a seat beside it. "Where are the files?"

"What if... there were no files?" Izaya was at his desk, mindlessly flipping through pages of cases and files they've analyzed.

Takara stood up, grabbed her coat, and proceeded towards the door. However, before she could get too far, she was pushed back on the couch, hands bound above her head with a strong, long-fingered hand.

"You're so interesting, I don't want you to leave." the raven-haired man smirked.

The girl's face showed anger. "Too bad. I want to leave." she growled.

"Well, I am Izaya Orihara. And I get what I want." his smirk grew wider, more disgusting. The brunette tried to squirm under his grasp, but was unsuccessful. The mischievous, greedy boy fingered her waist, lifting her blouse that was previously tucked into her skirt waistline. The girl squirmed and tried her hardest to pull away from his icy touch, but she still was not able to do it.

She felt him caress her face that was now reddened with a blush of embarrassment. He grabbed her petite chin and gazed into her rage-fueled eyes. Tears were beginning to form as well.

"You're so interesting, Taka-chan~" he said, almost seductively. He pulled her lips to his, completely against her will. She couldn't pull away; he was holding on too tightly, she wasn't even able to move. She felt an ice-cold hand slip up her blouse and begin to caress her voluptuous breast.

Takara was pushed over the edge. She was now in tears over the fact that she was being defiled in such a way. She mustered all of the possible strength she had against this devious boy and bit down on his lip, hard. Izaya released his grasp slightly, wincing in pain. However, it was just enough for the brunette to wiggle her way out, kicking him in the gut in the process and grabbed her belongings.

She turned back, merely to show Izaya the tears streaming down her face and the painful look in her eye. She was honestly hurt by the boy. She knew he was corrupted and sadistic, but she had no idea that he would go that far. He deserved the blood that was now trailing from his lip with his trademark smirk now wiped off of it.

"You are the devil." she spat through gritted teeth with a shaky voice, and then stormed out of the apartment. She tried to avoid Izaya for the rest of her time in Ikebukuro. :