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Checkmate (Yandere!Izaya Orihara x Reader)

Izaya Orihara was a selfish man.

He would rip families and friendships apart for the sake of his satisfaction; ridding the world of people he deemed unnecessary without a guilty conscious. His dark presence alone polluted the air with fear. There was not a single soul in all of Ikebukuro who didn't know his name, including yourself, yet no one seemed aware of his evil schemes until it was far too late.

Gang violence wasn't something unusual within a dangerous city such as Ikebukuro, but it wasn't like them to attack an ordinary citizen without reason. Despite this, no one ever questioned it when you were suddenly attacked by one of the notorious color gangs.

It wasn't anything too serious, albeit you couldn't remember much from it. Your memory of it was hazy as if it was all merely some dream, yet the concussion you woke up within the hospital told you differently. The police arrived shortly after you regained consciousness and you told them everything that you could remember; the gang member hitting you over the head and some strange man clad in black running to your aide...

The police appeared confused about the last part, claiming that they found no signs of a third person at the scene nor any witnesses claiming they saw a man fitting the description you gave. Could you have possibly imagined that part...? No. Even if your memory was hazy, you didn't know how you could've possibly made up someone like that.

After the police left, you were left in your hospital room where you continued to drift in and out of consciousness every so often. At one point before allowing sleep lull you in its arms, you could've sworn you saw a dark figure enter your room, but you didn't stay awake long enough to be sure. Instead, you foolishly paid no mind to it.

When you awoke once more, there was something out of the ordinary that you noticed right away. A bouquet of rhododendron and begonia flowers now stood on your bedside table. It was a peculiar combination, yet somehow looked beautiful together. Nevertheless, you didn't have the slightest idea of who could've brought it. It wasn't until you closely examined the bouquet that you noticed a small note attached to it. In small, neat handwriting it read:

You weren't awake for me to give you these personally, albeit my sincerity still holds true. It's unfortunate you were forced to stay in the hospital overnight, but I'm just pleased I managed to get to you in time. Once you're fully healed, would you allow me to meet you in person for a proper introduction?

-I

Below the message was what you assumed to be his address. He was careful not to fully admit it, but it was painfully obvious that this was from the mysterious man who saved you - the same one who was capable of avoiding the police's detection.

As shady of a request as it was, you somehow felt inclined to pay him a visit. This was the man who saved you, after all. If he had any intentions of killing you, why not do it when you were already knocked down by the gang member? No, you had set in your mind that this mysterious person was pure at heart. The very least you could do in return for his kindness was thank him in person.

The moment the doctors declared you well enough to leave the hospital, you checked yourself out and left with nothing but the belongings you came with and the addition of the flowers you had received. Despite your longing to go back to your home to lie in your own bed, you couldn't do so. Not yet, at least.

The address provided was nearly on the complete opposite side of the city from your home, but the trip was necessary in your mind. Without this person, you might not have been given the opportunity to see your home again. Showing your gratitude was far more important than your own comfort.