Shizuo Heiwajima, the toughest guy in Ikebukuro took you from Izaya as a bribe to attract his attention. You weren't the least bit of fazed. I guess I signed up for this, working for Izaya; when you and Izaya walked around in Ikebukuro, people had often mistook the two of you to be a couple, but words cannot explain how much you hated that man. You despised him. But where would you have gone if Izaya hadn't taken you in? You'd probably be dead by now, well actually, you'd probably be dead by now or soon. Literally. Because Shizuo had taken you in; who knows what the insanely strong blond would do?
"Izaya, if you want your girl back, you'd better come soon."
You looked up at Shizuo with a hint of amusement and disgust. Gag. How nauseating.
"For the fifth-hundredth time! HE. IS. NOT. MY. BOYFRIEND."
Shizuo looked at you with disbelief and annoyance, but then a thought hit him. Why weren't you scared of him? Where did you pull up the courage to even yell at him? On that fateful day, Shizuo Heiwajima had finally found someone who wasn't scared of him. Shizuo had finally found someone. His soon-to-be lover.
He could feel the thought buzzing through the air. You looked at him, it seemed he had finally realized something. Hopefully it was the fact that you really weren't Izaya's girlfriend. Shizuo untied you from the chair and sat down across you, then began to interrogate you. He asked you questions after questions.
"Wait, so why are you even working for him?"
"Because, I owe him," you quickly lowered your gaze at this.
"You owe him? What?"
"He helped me with my last attack, because if you hadn't noticed by-"
"I've seen you somewhere. Aren't you that terrorist?"
"I'd much prefer be called an extremist, if you don't mind."
Shizuo laughed a hearty laugh and looked at you with merriment. Not knowing how to react, you pridefully stared at him back. You were going to show him who the alpha was here. You. Rolling your eyes, you parted your lips to speak but was cut off by the sound of squealing tires.
"Shizuo, ah, so this is where you were! I was looking for you everywhere," a jet black motorcyclist said.
"Yes, yes, would you talk to me later, Celty? I'm currently interrogating a terrorist."
"Of course, see you." The inky knight rode away. She has such a lovely voice.
"So why do you bomb places, do they not appeal to you...?"
"I only attack the people who murdered my family, and am currently doing all the dirty work for Izaya."
The golden haired man nodded in understanding and relaxed his shoulders.
"You know you're pretty cute for a terrorist. Maybe you should drop by some time. If you know what I mean..."
"Heiwajima, you're an idiot. I'm sorry, I look for loyalty in a partner."
"I can develop a trait just for you."
"The question is, once you get me, can you deal with me? I'll have you know I'm fluent in talking shit; and my talents include pissing people off."
"You sound like someone who drank the Devil's tears just to announce your victory," he attempted to smile at you seductively. It failed.
You shot him an intimidating smile, and that was the beginning of your new-found relationship. Godspeed to me.
authors note: I may or may not continue this series. Please PM me if you have any requests; I only do "x readers."