Snake[Izaya X Reader]

Question

Your baffled expression brings a smile to Izaya's face. He puts his arms into pockets waiting for you. Side by side you're walking through the streets, making your way downtown walking slowly. Where is he taking you? He's surprisingly quiet, he must be up to something. In doubts, you glance up to him. Pale smooth skin, dark rough looking hair fluttering in the mild breeze. Such an enigmatic eyes and beautiful lines of the face. He has such blessed expression, unlike his foul personality. Absently he glances down at you. Again he peeks your way, this time a barely seen smile shows up on his face; seductive. In slight thrill your lips curl into appealing smile when you look at him mischievously. And yet both of you remain silent, slowly walking around the town. It appears you're getting closer to the heart of Ikebukuro. Different questions are buzzing across your head. Where are you going, why is he quiet, why are you even following him, it doesn't seem like he is about to tell you anything.

"Miss, sushi, sushi good" a tall dark skinned man with funny accent takes your attention. It seems Izaya took an interest in him since he approaches him.

"Izaya-san how about some delicious food today?" He's probably one of the rare people that greet Izaya with a wide smile.

"[F/n] where you at! Long time no see. Long time no tasting good food" for a second you block in surprise. Looks like he knows you. Let's pretend you know him too?

"Yes, it's been awhile" Izaya gives a grimace of wry amusement, at your 'I have no idea who is this person' expression.

"Come and eat. Good food will help you recover" surprised you raise brows a bit at his knowledge about your health.

"We're planning to" Izaya walks past him and you follow him inside. Already known with the place he chooses a small room which provides privacy.

"Simon. That man that we met outside is Simon. He's working for this Russian sushi bar" casually Izaya informs you. Russian sushi bar. Unusual. Before you came in Ikebukuro a friend of yours mentioned he's the owner of a sushi bar?

"Russian?" A man comes to take orders.

"I'll have as usual" waiter nods to the regular customer. Izaya leans chin on his hand, with mild smile observing watchfully.

"Do you have пельмени?" At that moment Izaya chokes, suppressing giggle. You raise a brow like you're trying to figure out what's his problem.

"Oh! Yes, of course" gladly surprised he smiles.

"Then I'll have that and tea" waiter nods, pleased leaving.

"So what give us such an honor to have you here in this humble city area?" says Izaya while writing something on his phone.

"don't stick your nose in my business" suddenly his eyes look up to you. Slightly he tilts head like he's trying to repeat your words in his head.

"And if I do?" He's suppressing a satisfying smile which desperately wants to wide on his face.

"You may end up dead, lying in the trash where you belong" you give him a sweet smile, making him burst into a laugh. When he laughs like this it makes him see as a nice person, deceiving.

"Sure, sure" still laughing he swinging his hands. His relaxed attitude softness your restraint towards him. Maybe if this keeps up he'll tell you more about your life in Ikebukuro. While conversation the food and tea are brought.

"well I see this will be fun, so I may tell you .." he stops talking and carefully his eyes roll at food that was brought.

"What's that [f/n]-chan?" With gentle tone, he sets a question for which it seems he already knows the answer. Questionably you rise brows with a smile. A strange feeling makes you keep stammering. An overwhelming sense of familiarity with this situation that shouldn't be familiar at all. It feels like you've already experienced this very thing; it's like deja vu.

"It's Russian food" Quiet noises are echoing inside of your head. The voices slowly begin to approach and they get closer and closer to you. How do you catch what's hiding inside of your head? It goes like....'I didn't know they serve it here'.

You lean hand on your chin, over mouth, like you're thinking. But actually, you try to cover up a smile which's a result of these silly thoughts. "I didn't know they serve it here" notes Izaya which moves back, slightly nodding head at new information. Flabbergasted your hand slips at his answer. Your eyes wide like you're set in front of danger; shocked. It's like Izaya frozen in expectations. In silence is he staring in astonishment. He says nothing. His lips are moving almost unnoticeably like he's dictating words. Aimlessly your eyes stray in bewilderment. Unable to think your breath stops and different weird emotions overflow you.

"It's Russian place, how can they not too?" Your whole body is trembling, it makes you want to cry, it makes you want to laugh. But all you're able to do is to choke on your own breath in shock. Fuzzy memory; sounds, voices, smell, emotions and lastly blur image of vague figures and colors. You can not recall every single shape and recognize every single face, but the context of the whole happening from the moment that you walked in, in this place. And then it's all gone, you can not remember. But again, it gets clearer, the voice and smell of food. Now! Now you remember some parts of conversation and information about organizations. Yes! Organizations in Ikebukuro. It makes you want to slide down the phone and write this information just like you wrote them that moment. And...why does his voice runs so smoothly across your mind. His tone. It's like...you can hear him talking, but every word that he says has no sense, like your deaf to the meaning, there is only his tone. Izaya...You were with Izaya in this Sushi bar eating this same food.

"I-I don't understand" Why here, right now, by this person side...Izaya. Izaya Orihara. Izaya. Your mind is full of a name; Izaya. You share only a few memories, such unimportant memories. Then why are different pieces of flashbacks striking across your mind? Now you realize. Strange things happened to you when Izaya was around. Illogical decisions, his inexplicable actions, but most of all your unexplainable emotions.

"[f/n]...it's exactly the same as the first time that we met" and you look up at him. His head is tilted, leaning on his upper part of the palm. A tender smile is laid out on his face, his pupils are wide. If you look carefully you can notice how are his eyes smiling. When he realizes that you're staring at each other he grins, cheerfully expanding arms to break unusual atmosphere.

"You remembered. I'm honored. Maybe you'll recall more memories of me" he sneers at you. Facetious remark sets you down on the ground.

"I rather not" as bold as brass you try to oppress friendly relationship; you can not trust him, nor let him close.

"Are you sure?" at once his rapturous face drops into mysteriously attractive expression, he looks up with a seductive gaze. Totally captive.