I'm Not As Strong As You [Shizuo X Reader]

Izaya

Your P.O.V

"Well, well, well..."

My (E/c) eyes widen with shock, fear, anger, and all of the above.

His smirk widens as he leans his head back on my couch.

"I-Izaya?!" I say in almost a whisper.

It wasn't but ten or fifteen minutes ago that I just saw this guy.

How is he in my apartment?!

"So (F/n)-chan~ What was the box for?" His sly voice coos.

I grip the bag strap, "It was for... Helping me the other day..."

"Oh~ Yes I remember!" He jumps up from his seat, "So it's one of those type of deals."

"I told you before. Nothing like that is happening! Stop with your fantasies you creep. And get out of my apartment!" My voice raises with each sentence.

He twirls and pulls me closer to him, his scent flows over me. "Now, now don't be like that~" he smirks more, "I'm only here for some fun~"

I rip my arm from his hand and leap over to the other side of the room, "Woah there buddy... I don't think so" my eyes narrow at him.

He bursts out in laughter.

"Oh how naughty of you!"

My face flushes red again, "Please get out!"

He tucks his hands in his jacket pockets and turns to the door, "Fine, fine..."

He pauses and his ruby eyes look over his shoulder and through the fur on his jacket back at me.

"But I do think I'll have some fun with you..." He says darkly.

Shivers run up my spine.

Shizuo's P.O.V

"She baked me a cake huh?" I mumble and look at the chocolate and round cake in this cream colored box.

I close it and set it to the side to have a piece for later. I go to my room and take off my vest and bow tie. I unbutton my white shirt a bit and flop down on my bed.

"Damn flea always ruining shit" I mumble and reach for my cigarettes.

As I light one, I get up and look around for something edible to eat.

I really hate it when that bastard comes up and interrupts my time with Tom and Varona. Then tries to make Varona all pissed off and then I get pissed off and start to chase his ass! I clench my fists and then let them relax with a sigh.

"I'll beat his puny ass tomorrow..." I mumble and start eating.

Your P.O.V

How did Izaya even know my name? I don't remember telling him... Wait. Duh. He's an information broker... But that doesn't explain how he got into my apartment.

But what concerns me most is what he said before he left. Then on top of that, he had that one look in his eye. The kind manga and anime characters get when they have some messed up stuff going on in their mind. Usually ends up as a psychopath. That look.

"Hopefully work will take my mind off of it..." I mumble and put the bag and the new manga away.

My mind wanders over to Shizuo and if he's had the cake yet. I guess really I shouldn't care, but that was some hard ass work!

I flick through the news to see who died today and what tragic world event is happening because someone breathed wrong. The usual crap. I hear the wall clock tick and tick and I just sit here on my couch.

"Maybe..."

Izaya's P.O.V

"Did you have fun?"

"Oh yes Namie, I did indeed! I found a brand new toy!"

"Who's the poor soul this time" Namie rolls her eyes over to me.

I leap into my chair and spin it a few times and fling my jacket at her. She catches it and I applaud her.

"Hey you caught it! Still not raise worthy though~"

She grunts and then hangs it up for me.

"But to answer your question~" I coo and lean back with my arms folded behind my head, "Is..."

I wait.

"Any time now..." Namie says irritated.

"(F/n) (L/n)~"

"Lord help her..."

"I am helping her!" I get off my chair and look out the large city view window.

"I'll help her a lot"

Your P.O.V

"I do want to have some fun..."