Dangerous Human | Izaya Orihara

Chapter One

"Sara-Chan! Let's get married when we're older!"

"That's not a good idea, Izaya-Kun..."

"But why?"

"I'm moving away."

I stare out of the glass, taking in the features of the scenery. Ikebukuro. A city full of people. I'm no good with people. Social anxiety, I assume. 

Moving away isn't exactly my strong point either. I finally make a friend, and then I'm moving again. Great. 

"Miss, would you like some coffee?"

I turn around, whipping my hair around me. "N-No thanks." I smile.

She walks away, innocently and calmly.

My head in that moment was in a wreck. It felt like everything was shaking. I sensed something. As if...Something was going to hit our train. 

"Guys, I suggest you move to the back." 

Very few listened and moved. Others, however, took no notice and ignored my suggestion. The sensation grew dominant, and the feeling of bad luck got stronger.

"I SAID MOVE!" My voice went hoarse, they must of heard. 

Everyone was now shifting to the back of the train.  One guy, though, decided to stay seated at the front - A blondie in a bartender's suit. 

I pick him up by the cuffed collar of his shirt and threw him behind me. 

"So that's how you want to play, girly? I don't take orders from children." He smirks, standing up and making his way back to the front. 

"IT'S SHIZUO!"

"Shizuo...I already like you, Shizu-Chan." I chuckle, completely forgetting about the train. 

"You bitch!" 

"Thanks for noticing, Shizu-Chan!" I laugh, escaping out of a open window, landing on the ground. "It was fun playing!" Some weird energy was pulsing through me, adding some sort of streamed cheekiness and bitchiness. 

I walk away, then hear the huge smash of things colliding. Turning around, I see the train intertwined in another of its make. I unwillingly yet surprisingly chuckle, gawking with the fact I'd predicted the event. 

There's so many buildings here, compared to none in Higashinaruse . Now, everything is bright and fascinating.

"Hey, kid! You aren't getting away yet." And all I see is a bin flying at my face.

I stare at it, and it, some how, stays suspended in the air. I glance at tall blondie, and the bin goes flying straight at his face.

Passing citizens watch, eyes wide open. Myself, I have nothing to say. Now that must of been coincidence.

"Shizu-Chan, eh? Look, I'm not in the mood for breaking your face already. I just moved here, for fuck sake." I suddenly feel myself being lifted in the air. I gulp and stay quiet.

"Oh, Shizu-Chan, why can't you just stop harassing young girls? You can't fall in love whilst you still act like a prepubescent, asshole." The guy holding me chuckles, and some part of me recognizes the voice I'd heard. Shizuo grits his teeth and loses his calm.

"Izaya."

Izaya? As in Izaya Orihara? As in the boy I knew as a kid? The little boy who wanted to marry me, but couldn't?

I squirm and try to get out of his grasp. "Let go of me, you bastard!"

"Not yet little girly. You have some things I require." He smirks, placing me down but wrapping his arm tightly around my waist.