[Izaya x OC] You Bastard, I Love You

Chapter 6: A New Face and Uninvited Guest

My eyes slowly opened to see the blinding sun reflected off of my pale, colorless walls. I sat up groggily and rubbed my eyes. When I looked at my clock, it read 9:07 A.M.


"Ugh, I overslept," I muttered to myself and pulled my tired body out of bed. Shoving my feet into my slippers, I stood and stretched my arms above my head before sluggishly walking to my door.


When I took a step into the living room, I noticed it was unusually quiet. However, I chose to push the thought aside for the time being and get myself some breakfast. The first thing I noticed when I walked into the kitchen was the huge pile of dishes overflowing the sink.


What the hell?! I know I didn't use up this many dishes yesterday!


Then it hit me...Izaya.


I charged to his room and banged on the door with my balled fist. No answer. Again, I hit the door with just as much force as the first time.


"Izaya! Open the door!"


Still no answer. I wondered if he was home, or if he was just ignoring me. I turned the doorknob and was surprised to find it unlocked. Pushing the door open, I raised my voice to scold him, but Izaya was nowhere in sight. I stepped in and looked around but still couldn't find him. Just as I turned my back to leave, I heard a ding noise from his computer and saw a chat room window pulled up on the screen.


Izaya uses chat rooms? Surprising...


Curious, I took a look and saw a conversation between three others, Taro Tanaka, Saika, and Setton. However, there were no messages coming from Izaya's side. I decided not to pry anymore and began to leave the room.


"What are you doing in my room, Hana-chan?"


I turned to see Izaya standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with one arm and holding his jacket over the other.


"I was just trying to find you." The look on his face scared me a little. "I promise I didn't read anything!"


He took a few steps forward and met me face to face. "Well now you've found me. What do you want?"


He sure is in a bad mood today.


"I-it's nothing. I'll just be going." I tried to maneuver around him while keeping a smile, but I'm sure it was obvious I was intimidated.


Izaya sighed and threw his jacket on his bed. "No, its fine. Come here, I'll show you." he motioned for me to follow him as he sat in the chair in front of the computer. I trailed behind him and saw him pull up the chat box.


"See?" he clarified, "Just talking to some friends. It looks like they're going to a movie later on and I was considering tagging along." He stood up again. "I was out for a while earlier and I just got back."


Interrupting our conversation was the ringing sound of the doorbell. "Ah, I'll go see who that is." I made my way to the door and opened it.


"Hi, does Izaya Orihara live around here?"


When the door opened, I saw a young man with golden blonde hair and a yellow bandana around his neck.


"Oh...yes, come in. Let me get him." I stepped back to allow him to enter and went back to Izaya's room. I opened the door and poked my head inside. "Izaya, you have a visitor."


He glanced up at me and minimized his browser. "Alright, thanks. I'm coming."


I closed the door and looked behind me to see the boy sitting on the couch with a disrupting expression on his face. Stepping toward him, I asked, "Can I get you anything?"


"No, thanks."


I wonder what's wrong. And why he needs to see Izaya. Well, Izaya is a well-known informant, so I guess it's not that strange.


Soon, Izaya emerged from his room with his trademark smirk on his face. "Ah, Kida," he began. "It's been a little while, hasn't it?" He glanced at me. "Oh, that's right. You two have never met, right? This is Hana Fujiwara,” he said while gesturing toward me. “Hana-chan, this is an old friend of mine, Masaomi Kida. He's about your age."


"I'm not your friend, Izaya," Kida glared. He obviously had something important on his mind.


Traditionally bowing, I ignored his last comment and tried to remain friendly. "It's nice to meet you, Kida. I can see you two have something to talk about, so I'll just leave for now." I could feel the tension in the air, and so I tried to get out of there as fast as I could.


Even though we've been living together for over a month, I still know next to nothing about what Izaya does.


Out of curiosity, I found myself against the door, trying to quietly listen in on the discussion. I really couldn't make out any sentences, only minor phrases.


"Yellow Scarves"..."Black Rider"..."Saki Mikajima"..."Your fault!"


I don't understand. What's going on?


Then I only heard a loud slam followed by silence. I opened the door and it creaked slowly. "Um, Izaya?"


"Yeah?"


"If you aren't busy, can I ask you a question?"


This seemed to catch his interest only slightly. "Sure. What's up?"


I was genuinely curious about what he does, but I was a little scared to ask. Especially with how he reacted to me in his room; it's almost as if he's hiding things.


"If you don't mind my asking, what does an information broker actually do?"