The Lovely Kind of Hate (Izaya x Reader)

The Devil's Greeting

"Uuuugh!! This is stupid! I'm not doing this load of bull shi-"

"(Y/n), write it down."

You were sitting on your couch beside your brother, Shizuo Heiwajima. You had come home with a hand full of homework from your English class and your short-tempered brother had offered to help, since the assignment seemed to be stressing you out. You glared at Shizuo, almost breaking your pencil.

"I don't. Want. To." You grit your teeth. The blonde looked at you for a moment before letting out a sigh and leaning back into the couch.

"You really have adopted my temper..." He leaned back up and pointed at your notebook. "Look, I'm even telling you the answers. All you have to do is write.."

"Yeah, that's the worst part." You growled before slamming the book shut. "Screw this, society can suck my long succulent pixie stick." You stood, making your way to your bedroom. You heard the blonde sigh once more as you threw the book onto your bed, flipping your (h/c) hair.

Whatever, I'm leaving. Maybe I'll..see Shinra or something...

You slid on your (f/c) hoodie and shoved a switch blade into your right pocket and your phone in the other as you walked back into the living room. "I'm going out to cool off, I'll see you later."

"...Don't stay out past dark and do not talk to the flea.." He stated clearly, giving a serious look. You nodded and he waved you off. "Alright then, don't do drugs, don't get pregnant, take vitamins, all that shit.." The words left his lips through smoke as careless mumbles.

"Mmmmhm." You turned and walked out, closing the door behind you. Your (e/c) eyes stuck to the blue cloud-filled sky for a moment before you began your walk. You spent your hours visiting Russia Sushi, walking around town, and hanging out with your closest friend, Masaomi, whom you ran into on your way home. But now, Kida had left to "share his love with every hottie on the planet" and you were left walking alone. You smiled as you enjoyed the cool air and rare silence. The sky was painted soft black and splattered with shimmering white, showing the day had drained and it was now night.

You stepped up to the door of Shizuo's house and reached into your pocket for your keys.

Oh no

Where are my keys?

You frantically searched every pocket for the silver item, but you couldn't seem to find it. "Dammit.." You hoped your brother was still home and knocked on the door. "Shizuoooo! I left my keyyy!!" You stayed quiet for a moment. "Shizuo?"

No answer.

"......Shizuo I'm being murdered!!" You lied, knocking on the door again. "...By Izaya..."

But still, no one answered. You let out an irritated sigh and leaned back against the door, sliding down it and pulling your knees to your chest. "Great...now I'm here until he's back..." You muttered. A few minutes passed as you waited for the blonde, sitting on the ground in silence.

Until soft footsteps and quiet humming broke through that silence.

"Hm?" You looked up from your knees and saw someone walking your way. "Wait a second....Is that-?.."

"Oh! (Y/n)-Chan! Hello~"

Izaya Orihara

Yep. The man before you was none other than Izaya Orihara, the info broker.

"Nope!" You stood and knocked on the door again. "Shizuo I'm gonna get raped, help." You said, looking annoyed and sounding unenthusiastic.

"Well..That's no way to greet a stranger, now is it~?" The raven grinned.

"Go away. You caused 9/11." You said as you continued to knock on the wooden door. A small chuckle left Izaya.

"And you caused the death of your parents. We've all done terrible things, (Y/n)-chan~" His words were quiet, but stabbed through you like a sharpened blade.

You froze.

"Oops!" The man laughed. "I've let another secret slip, how clumsy of me! I wasn't supposed to know about Mommy and Daddy...was I~?"

You slowly turned around, a look of anger and confusion on your face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Ha..Of course you don't." He said sarcastically, looking away for a moment. "Anyway, I'd like to get to know you, (Y/n). I've only seen you during my little play dates with Shizu-chan…that must've given you a terrible impression of me~" He glanced back at you, smirking almost evilly. "So..tomorrow after school..I'll be waiting for you."

"Like I'd ever hang out with trash like you." You growled, voice low and threatening.

Izaya put a finger to his lips, as if signaling to be quiet. "You will meet me outside the school right after your last class. Don't tell Shizu-chan~" He whispered the last part before turning away and starting to walk off. "You may not like me, (Y/n)..But I know you wont refuse to talk to me. After all, I am the only one who knows you." He called, each word quieter than the one before it.

You watched him walk off, annoyance masking your face. You felt confused and angered.

How does he know-...N-no..He doesn't know..It's a trick...Even Shizuo doesn't know..He wants me to spill my story..That's what this is...

You quickly shook your head and knocked one more time on the door. "Shizuo..Please be home.."

A few seconds later, the door opened. "It's dark, why are you outside?" Shizuo growled, glaring down at you. You smiled slightly, glad you didn't have to wait outside anymore.

"You could've opened the door earlier, dumbass." You walked in, heading back to your room.

"Tch, I as in the shower. Hey wait.."

You stopped walking. "..Yes?"

"You didn't talk to that flea, did you?" Shizuo closed the door. You stayed quiet for a second, debating whether or not you should tell him.

"..Nope.." You answered simply, quickly walking into your room. You could feel the blonde's suspicious glare burning through you as you closed the door.

Alright, fine...You wanna talk, Orihara?..We'll talk...

A slight grin tugged at your lips. "I can play games too.."