A God Needs A Goddess

The Residence of Shinra Kishitani

Hearing the man cut her off before she could even speak gave her a sense of discretion, but also interest. (Y/n) gave Kishitani a smile, keeping up to the innocent facade she gave. "Hi Mr. Kishitani, my name is (L/n) (Y/n). It is very nice to meet you." She introduced with a soft-spoken voice.

      "Please, just call me Shinra, I'm not for all the formalities. May I sit?" He asked, then once she gave a reply he sat down on the bench next to her. He placed his briefcase on top of his lap, his hands folded on top of it. With Shinra sitting next to her, it gave (Y/n) a better chance at examining him. His lab coat was in it's white and clean state, meaning he probably didn't have a rough day at work, no people bleeding out and covering him in a red mess. As she went on to inspect further with her eyesight, Shinra spoke, interrupting her train of thought. "So, what brought you to Ikebukuro?"

      'Ok (Y/n), like we practiced.' She reminded herself in her head. "I was originally born overseas, but I was struggling in finding work so I came here for a new life." (Y/n) explained. All she did in that moment was lie through her teeth and the doctor bought all of it. Perfect. "Well, that seems very interesting, I'm glad you came here to Ikebukuro!" He said, giving her a bright smile.

      As the conversation persisted, they learned more and more about one another. Well, (Y/n) learned more about Shinra. All Shinra learned about her were lies. None of the words that came out of her mouth were true, they were all fabricated by a complex story she made before she arrived in the country. No way was she going to allow anyone to get in her way.

      After a while, Shinra's phone buzzed, signaling he received a text. Upon reading it, he spoke. "Ah, my fiancee is asking me where I am. She needs to run out to work and was a bit worried. I need to get going." He stated. As he stood up, he looked down at (Y/n). "Say, would you like to come over for tea? We can continue talking and maybe you'll get to meet Celty. She's also a foreigner like you." He offered. Perfect, she had him hooked like a fish on a bait. "I'd love too." (Y/n) accepted and stood alongside Shinra as they walked back to his home.

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Humans. Damn humans. So interesting, so fascinating. Hell, there wasn't any synonym to those two words that Orihara Izaya hasn't used to describe them. He was in love, shot straight through the heart with Cupid's arrow when it came to humans. If you ever listened to his tyrants about them, you would think he was insane - by which he most possibly is, stupid reader for loving him - and he should just be locked up for good. That's why he loves to sit by his window in his enormous penthouse, looking below at what people are doing within their daily lives. It enthralls him.

      That is where he sits now, in the office chair with his back to the rest of the living room / his office.  The open area was quiet, not even the faintest sound of the air conditioner running could be heard. This silence though only allowed for his imagination to run wild in the thin air.

      Though the silence did not last long, as his assistant Namie returned. "I made the copies you asked for." She spoke in her normally unamused tone. She hated working for this psycho, but not like she had a choice. Ever since she was forced to work for him, she has been cautious about what keeping a professional attitude towards him but still lets it slip here and there. After Namie placed the papers on his desk, she went back to work at her own before the black-haired man spoke. "There's a new girl in Ikebukuro. From one of my sources, she seems to be looking to create some trouble in the city." Orihara explained, still staring out of the window. His elbows rested on the armrests as his hands were folded together. "But, I can't seem to put my finger on who she is. She knows what she's doing, and is smart at it."

      "I used that information to look at custom arrivals from the day she came, and have a list of names," he put the paper on the desk, "run through them and find what you can on all females in their 20s," he then ordered her. Namie only gave a sigh as she took the paper to her desk. Izaya then stood from the chair, his hands resting on his hips from behind. "This girl, she is such an interesting human, but aren't they all. Humans are magnificent, with their wit and charm, knowing how to put a spell on someone by the means of love, it's crazy but intriguing, to say the least." Izaya ranted. Namie didn't focus on him though. In the months she's been here she has learned not to question his rants about the species known as Homo sapiens.