Snake[Izaya X Reader]

An incurable habit

It's cold. In dim cloud warm breath blends. The dress is soaked in blood just like the gloves, which you take off. It's quiet. Time to time barking breaks the silence and it feels like peace began to fill the lungs. It feels the same as it feels when a recovered alcoholic takes a sip of his favorite alcohol; he realises he'll start drinking again. It's the same. And as much as it might feel wrong at the moment, he's going to crawl for sweet drop of destructive liquid. What's right and what's wrong, what's good and what's bad; it won't matter. The pleasure of the moment is more than enough to justify false actions. There's no use to deny it, that's exactly how you feel.

"You made quite a mess" Klauss walks pass, to the car.

"Come" with clean clothes in his hands he walks inside the building. There's a pipe at which you wash hands and legs, then changing the clothes. Not paying attention leaving the boys to clean the mess, as you follow Klauss to the car.

"So I'm supposed to do this kind of jobs?" Klauss lowers the music.

"Probably, after all you have quite a reputation" quiet sigh escapes from your mouth at predicted answer.

"It's been for years since I last took a life" you had quelled urge for causing pain, urge to take life, successfully until now.

"You're unlucky, you're going to get your old role back"

"Unlucky" laugh of thrill takes him by surprise. He wants to say something, something seems to fire curiosity in him, but instead he rather reminds silent.

"Expect a call tomorrow at eve, by then get some suitable clothes" he stops in front of the apartment.

"Azza. You're safe in this part of Tokyo, but just for a case" Klauss hands over an object wrapped in cloth. The mass, the shape; a gun.

"Understood" The night quickly turns into a day and it doesn't take long until you buy all the necessary. On your way around the area you realise you're in a different part of Tokyo;  Shinjuku The part of Tokyo which is in hand of Luke's operation. It's unlikely that you'll face any real danger here, it's safe. But as Klauss said just for a case, something must be changed. With scissors in hands, cutting it off; shorter and shorter is your hair. As for the end you dye hair in darker color. It's for sake of your safety, enemies are on prowl everywhere. A whole new person, with completly different style, such elegance as it suits a woman.

The days pass by, everything is unwinding around work. Part by part you're starting to take down enemy's mafia. Work, work your skin off. As Luke said, your old empire has to be taken down from inside out, after that every member will be exposed and vulnerable. 

The meeting has ended. In wish to explore your new home area you skip the car ride and take a walk around the city quarter. The place looks familiar, but it has been for a while since you'd been here. The streets are full as befits Tokyo. There between people, massive crowd, down town. The surrounding appears like any other Tokyo street. Straight ahead, pass the park, shops, roads, homes, bridge. Flashing image on the bridge. Look again. Is that the line between Ikebukuro and Shinjuku, isn't it?

Glasses on. Pass the bridge, there on fence leaning hands. The sun is shining brightly, the sky is free of clouds. Peace and slight bitterness to it. Is it nostalgia? Is it regret? Hiden desires? As these emotions would roll back to a memory, but instead mind goes blank and dull emotions. Numbness which takes place of lost memory. A trivial desire to visit the streets of Ikebukuro, like there's something that you're drawn to. It's so close, and besides no one will recognise you with totally different appearance. Just a short walk across town. Down the street. More and more people, you're getting close to the center of Ikebukuro. Everything is as you remember. River of people, live atmosphere, and such peac-..

"IZAAAAAYAAA!!" not far away scream echoes. It's just as you remember, Ikebukuro hasn't change even a bit.

"You think you can send hitman upon me and get away with it?!!" In interest you make your way in frontline of crowd which is observing action for a while now.

"I'm going to kill you" Shizuo Heiwajima; a tall blonde dressed in bartender.

"Like you nearly kill [f/n]?" The name takes your attention. [F/n]...why are they referencing to that name. In wish to obtain knowledge observing. There across of Shizuo is Orihara, Izaya Orihara. As usually is mocking smirk taking the focus, his dark eyes give malicious vibe.

"Huh?!" Shizuo wildly rumbles, shocked by Izayas remark.

"Oh no wait!" Dramatically Izaya exposes his hands like he is about to tell the generally known truth. The pause builds an intense atmosphere, his blessed expression makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Actually you did kill her on its own way" at once his face drops into a scowl, his eyes graze Shizuo while a wide smirk misleads everyone to think they understand his intentions; to piss off Shizuo.

"Never..." steady voice, like all anger left Shizuo. He glares down on Izaya, the rage is growing strong.

"Never say that again!!" At once he throws a fit. With incredible strength he tears a sign from the ground and swings it Izaya's way. In quick jump informer backs off, avoiding the danger.

"And if I do?" Rakishly Izaya expands hands letting everyone know he'll do whatever he feels like doing.

"after all it's truth" with bright grin he shrugs shoulders.

It appears Shizuo is about to go berserk any moment. His body is shaking, his eyes are wide. With slight gesture he casts sign to get a firm grip on the end of the stick. He hurls it. Like a spear. Izaya jumps off to the side. He leaps a side, right ahead of you, avoiding the danger. His brows raise in surprise, his mouth slip apart. Smile of amusement blooms on his face, like everything is going the way he wants.

"Shizu-chan don't you think we're too old for this?" Aggressive grin on Shizuo's face betrays his intentions. At once he breaks the ranks launching for Izaya. Orihara fits out two loud giggles stepping a side, ready to run. Watchfully he looks around to see all the faces; surprise, shock, fear, contempt, a smile? Pleasantly confused he narrows his eyes. He tries to analyse what he sees but there's no time; a real threat is quickly getting closer. When he realises how badly it's going to end if he stays any longer he takes off, in sprint, running away as fast as his legs allow him.

"IZAAAYA DON'T RUN FROM ME!!!" Off they go down the street, like cat and dog. Just looking at them made you smile, watching them chase each other makes you laugh, pleasantly laugh.