Summary/ A women suddenly appears in Ikebukuro, and no one knows who she is. Now, Izaya has three days to discover her name, as a test. Is he really the best Information Broker in Ikebukuro, or has he finally met his maker?


Izaya Orihara was having the strangest day. It had nothing to do with the events that had taken place, so far, nor because he had gotten a job over the phone, which said that he needed to meet with the employer to discuss details that night.

He just had an indescribable feeling in his gut. It settled in his stomach, like a stone, ever since he had woken up that morning.

It made him feel slow, in fact, that very morning, he had been teasing Shizu-chan (about nothing really, he had just attacked him). Izaya had narrowly escaped a flying vending machine, which he normally would've cleared by a yard.

He could feel the rush of air hit him in his face, which had momentarily dropped its wacky grin. The blonde bartender hadn't noticed.

Quickly, instead of lengthening the 'play date', Izaya had fled into the night.

'How strange...' he wondered, in his hand a box of his favorite fatty tuna. 'What could be putting me off, today?'

He glanced at his watch, that familiar grin appearing on his mouth.

'Looks like it's time to meet my new employer. Let's see... Underneath 'Tamaki Bridge'?'

The info broker made his way to a less populated region of Ikebukuro, whistling the latest pop song. There was barely anyone on the streets, and most homes had their lights out. Still, he continued on.

Suddenly, Izaya ceased his whistling. He just listened, slowing his footsteps and softening the impact of foot to ground. His ears heard something... Talking.

"Listen, girly, since you happen to be in our territory..."

"Come on, baby, don't be like that..."

"We just want you to have a good time..."

Izaya seamlessly switched destinations, forgetting about his prior arrangement. For now. He slipped inside and alleyway, one with a dead end. There, he saw three men, each with a blue bandana, huddled around the corner. If it weren't for the moon, there would be little visibility. It was perfect for Izaya to watch.

The three men, most likely from the Blue Squares, were frighteningly big, and the one in the middle displayed a pocket knife, which he snapped open and shut in a rhythm. With closer inspection, Izaya could see what they were cornering...

A young women, with a pale yellow sundress with white frills on the sleeves. Her cloche hat was the same shade of feminine yellow, and she had on sensible, yet fashionable, strapped sandals. Her eyes were not visible, for she held her head down, shading her facial features with her Bell shaped hat. Her auburn hair, which was slightly wavy, was neither long, nor short. It barley went past her shoulders, and looked very fine. It was cut unevenly, and her bangs peeked out several inches from her hat.

However, what caught Izaya's attention was the gleam of white shining on her face... Which proved... She was smiling? In this situation? Izaya made no attempt to move in for the rescue, just yet.

"Look, lady, do you even know who we are? We're members of the Blue Squares, so don't even bother fighting back." the man on the far left said. The one with the blade froze his 'knife snapping', opening it one past time and pointing the silver weapon at the women.

"She ain't gonna run, there's no way," he smirked. He began walking forward at a lazy pace, his buddies following. The grin widened on the girl's lips.

"She is not going to run." Each man froze, dumbfounded.

"W-what?"

"You said 'She ain't gonna run'. 'Ain't' and 'gonna' are not words. The correct way to say that sentence is 'She is not going to run'," the women scolded, her hands now at her hips. The wicked grin was still there.

The man's face contorted into anger, then appeared as if someone had punched him in the gut.

"Y-you little Bitch-" he lunched forward, pocket knife in hand. But he stopped, midair, with the two inch blade a centimeter from the girl's neck.

The two other men gasped, backing away in shock.

There was another man. Who had caught their leader from killing, or totally mangling, the girl. By grabbing the collar of his shirt. And he was grinning like a maniac.

"You'll never it a girl of you treat threat them this rough," the newcomer joked. The man he had a hold of shook in anger. He looked at his two friends.

"Well? Help!" He shouted, making the two followers jump. The man on the right finally recovered enough courage to leap at Izaya, his fist raised. With a flick of his wrist, which was barely visible, Izaya clipped the hood on the man's head with a flying blade. It pierced the cloth only, pinning the man to the nearby wall, which was made by brick. The man on the left, in complete fear, stumbled back, tripping and falling on his behind.

"Y-you're Izaya...!" He scrambled to his feet, running. Izaya let out a maniac's laugh as the man left his 'friends' behind. The man, with the knife, growled as he whipped around, knife in hand, and swiped it at Izaya's stomach.

Chuckling, Izaya side-stepped as the man fell forward, easily dodging the attack. In a movement so fast that no one could see, he swiped open his switch-blade and sliced off the top part of the man's hood. Taking half of his hair in the process.

The man must've felt a breeze, for his felt his head... then he screamed, scrambled to his feet, and followed his companions.

Leaving behind two chuckling figures. When the man was out of sight, Izaya turned to the women in yellow. Obviously, she was not Japanese, but when she spoke earlier, she spoke flawlessly and fluently, not even hinting towards an accent. She smiled slyly at him.

"Why thank, sir, I don't know what I would have done without you." Izaya smirked and held out his arm. Being ever so lady like, she wrapped her petite arm around his coat sleeve as he began leading them out of the alleyway.

"It was my pleasure, Miss. I couldn't let those men violate you. That would just be awful!" He exclaimed in mockery.

"Indeed, it would, Orihara-san." The women nodded, smirking, though not because she knew his name. Actually, if Izaya would look closer, she wasn't really a women, more like a girl. But she didn't think anyone noticed her actual age.

"So," Izaya continued, leading her underneath the Tamaki Bridge. "What is this job you have for me?" The two stopped, now facing each other.

"That's impressive. I gave you no details of what I wanted, or what gender I was, and I wasn't in are designated meeting spot, yet you knew I'm your employer. Looks like I picked the right man for the job," She complimented, clearly impressed. Izaya smirked at her praise.

"Only a women would be careful enough not to leave any traces of where an Email came from. The fact that I found nothing on you; who you are, what age, what gender, appearance, all those things a man wouldn't think to cover up." His smiled widen when the women slipped off her hat, revealing gorgeous blue eyes. "What is it that you would like me to do for you, Miss?" He asked, only to be laughed at. He kept his smile on his face as he asked,

"What's so funny about that?" The women got herself under control.

"After that big reveal, you still don't know my name?"

"I revealed how I knew you were female; that I couldn't find anything on you meant that you were careful, and women are careful. I knew nothing of your name," he explained, holding his arms up in self defense. The women smirked once more.

"Good. That's your job."

"Excuse me?" The women walked closer to him, so his was less than a foot away.

"I want you to figure out my name." Izaya laughed, and quirked his eyebrow.

"That's it? Did you forget it?" Smiling at his joke, she shook her head.

"You see, Izaya-kun, I'm bored. It's that simple. I heard you knew everything about everyone in Ikebukuro, and I want to know if that's true." She leaned in even closer, now inches away. She smelled like lemons and mint leaves.

"You have three days to figure out my name. At the end of each day, I'll give you a hint. If you have found my name, you should also have found where I am currently staying. If that's the case, come visit me. If not, I'll keep going to you for hints, until the third day is over. Do you accept?" Izaya smirked, also leaning down so there was one inch left between their lips.

"Sounds fun. I accept."

She smiled again, placing her hat back on her head. She walked forward... to Izaya's right, passing him so they had their backs to each other. When she was several yards away, Izaya turned to watch her leave.

She held one hand up in a wave, never turning around.

"Ciao."

Laughing, Izaya cupped his hands around his mouth.

"Does that mean you're Italian?"

Her laughter was the last thing he heard as she disappeared around the bridge, no longer underneath it. He smirked his famous smirk, turning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction as the mystery women. He began whistling again, swinging his almost forgotten Fatty Tuna in his hand.

'This is going to be fun.'


An/ wooow... i dont know what to say... I lloooooove reveiews, especially ones that help me... this is my first fanfiction, though I've been reading them since forever... Please, no flaming... and my OC is a Mary Sue, but none of that is on accident. She needs to be awesome to stump Izaya... so... PLEASE REVEIW! sorry this is so short...