Let Me Love You (Shizaya fanfic)

Chapter 1: Worry

Edited

Hana's pov:

"Come on, Iza-chan, answer the phone!", I growl in worry as I hear the phone ring a few times.

I haven't heard of my little brother in months. He usually calls once a week, but he hasn't called me then. I was worried something had happened to him, but I knew he could take care of himself. He's 23 and I taught him everything he needed to know to defend himself. But I couldn't help but feel like something was wrong.

I was Izaya's older sister, but I lived all the way here in Osaka while he lived in Shinjuku. If either of us had to visit the other, well mostly me since both our younger sisters were there, we'd have to ride a bullet train to get there, and it'd take five hours.

Knowing Izaya won't answer his phone, I decided to call his old friend Shinra. Shinra was an old friend of ours. Izaya tells me he has a fiancé named Celty. I looked up who Celty was, and was not at all that surprised to find her a dullahan. Typical of Shinra. He loves the unknown and abnormal. I was able to look up his fiancé because, well, who else would've taught Izaya how to become an great information broker? Me, of course.

Shinra's line rang a couple of times before he picked up, "Hello~! You are talking to Shinra Kishitani~!"

"Shinra! Thank god you answered!", I sighed in relief.

"Huh? Hana? It's been a long time since we've seen each other, hasn't it? Ooh! I have to get you to meet Celty too~!", Shinra's sing song voice exclaimed.

"Yes, I know. Look, I'd love to meet your fiancé, but I called you for something important!", I say in worry.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you know how Izaya's doing?"

"Izaya? Hm. . . .Come to think about it, Ikebukuro's been quiet lately.", Shinra said.

"What do you mean?", I ask, getting more worried since Izaya would always hang around the vibrant and busy city.

"I mean he hasn't been visiting lately. Shizuo-kun hasn't been chasing him or even throwing vending machines! I don't think I have even seen him with Izaya-kun the past months!", Shinea explained.

Ah. Now Shizuo Heiwajima was a different story. Izaya would often tell me over the phone how unpredictable and lovely he is. He said he was his favorite person. Izaya has always acted like a god, but he has this Shizuo-complex. He told me he was in love with him when they met in high school.

Izaya would always tell me how Shizuo would throw a number of vending machines, cars, road signs, and etc. at him. Izaya loves how Shizuo was unpredictable and strong, thus one of the reasons he loved the city of Ikebukuro and going there.

"Okay. Thanks for telling me, Shinra. Izaya hasn't been answering his phone lately. I'll come to Shinjuku to check as soon as I can. Maybe you can even introduce me to Celty," I say.

"No problem, Hana~!", Shinra says.

I cut off the line and place my phone back in my jeans pocket, then racing towards my home. As I sprinted to my home, I was hit with a baseball bat to my head. I stopped in my tracks and held my hand, still standing as I feel warm blood pour down. I suddenly became so angry.

"Ha! Not so tough now, huh, Orihara-san?", a male's voice slurred. 'He's obviously drunk.', I notice.

"You hit me on the head. . . .That means you were trying to kill me, ne~?", I taunt.

"Huh–"

"So you won't mind if I do this to you!?", I face him with a smirk and grab the collar of his shirt.

"W-wait! I-I-I d-didn't mean t-to– Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!", he was cut off with a scream as I threw him in the air, flying across the block until he landed harshly on the road.

The man was drunk and didn't know what he was doing. But it still angered me. I had immense strength just like Shizuo, and people knew not to anger me for I was a very calm person. But when angered, I was like a fist to the face, thus the town giving me the name: Osaka's Fist.

I sighed, annoyed that I had lost my cool and walked back to my apartment complex. I packed my necessities needed for when I leave for a train to Shinjuku in the morning, then showered. I changed into my pj's, a black shirt and black yoga pants, and retired for the night. I closed all of the electronics and lights, then closing the lamp on my nightstand and went to sleep.