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Chapter 1
My name is Senritsu Mizutani, and I am lost.
"Agh! Why did I come here? What am I doing?"
I decided to move to Ikebukuro after my twenty-first birthday. I wanted to take a risk for once. After all, my last boyfriend dumped me because I had, "no sense of adventure." You don't need a sense of adventure to jump out of a freaking plane. Just a death wish. But why should I care what he thinks. He didn't really know me. He didn't know my…secret. No one does really. The people who did…aren't really around to tell about it. So what am I trying to prove? Why did I just have to move somewhere famous for their gangs?
"This is so stupid," My best friend, Natsumi, said to me the day before I left. She had lived in Ikebukuro for only three weeks, a few months before, and she couldn't stand it. She hated being too afraid to leave her apartment every day. "I told you how dangerous this place is! It's awful! And I had the bad luck to meet the two most dangerous people on the first day! In a fight, too! It was awful! Please don't go!" "I'm going."
'"Stupid," I said to myself now. "What did you just call me?" I gasped and looked up. In front of me was a mean-looking guy…wearing a yellow scarf.
"Fine," Natsumi said to me. "Just look out for the yellow scarves." She couldn't mean actual yellow scarves, could she? I thought that was just a name. Oh stupid! Of course she meant actual yellow scarves! The gangs here love to show who they're with!
"I-I was talking to myself! I'm sorry!" "I don't believe you! You're coming with me. I could use a little fun." With a smile, he grabbed my wrist and started to pull me along behind him. No! This can't be happening! Suddenly a knife zoomed past the man's head, hooking onto his hat, and sticking into the wall beside us.
"Now, now. That's no way to treat a lady, don't you think?" I turned and saw a man with dark hair and a sinister smile, wearing a fur trimmed jacket, twirling a knife between his fingers. "Piss off!" "Manners, sir." Suddenly, he was between us, facing the man, pushing a blade against his throat. The man backed away, but the knife followed. "I think you should go, before you make me angry." "I'm not scared of you!" "Really? Because I think you are. As you should be. You're clearly at a disadvantage here, seeing as I'm not the one with a knife at my throat."
A drop of blood dripped down his neck. "Fine, fine! Don't kill me!"
The knife dropped, and the yellow scarf man ran. The other man turned to me and smiled. "Hmm. Proud, but still a coward," he mumbled, as he pulled out a handkerchief and started to clean his knife. I sat there, staring at him, remembering. "You need to stay away from Izaya Orihara. He wears a fur trimmed jacket, and his smile will, most likely, make you very uncomfortable." He looked at me. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm—," "Izaya Orihara." "How did you—," "Lucky guess. Thank you for helping me." A gave a short bow, and started to walk away.
He appeared in front of me. "Just where do you think you're going? I just saved your life." "And I said thank you. But I didn't ask for your help." I started to walk around him, but he grabbed my arm, and pulled me back. "You're fearless. And slightly annoying." I looked pointedly at my arm. "I could say the same about you." He laughed. "At least tell me who you are. I know everyone in Ikebukuro, except you, so you must be new." "Senritsu Mizutani."
"Where are you headed? At least let me show you where to go." I could see right through his false politeness. I did not like this man. "I'd rather you not know where I live, thanks." I pulled my arm from his grip and started walking. He laughed again. "Silly girl. I could easily follow you." "Whatever. I'm too tired to deal with you right now." "Fine, I won't follow you. But that's only because I can easily find you some other way. But be careful. There's worse things out there than the yellow scarves. However, Shizu-chan has yet to make an appearance today. I wonder why?"
Shizu-chan? Who is Shizu-chan? I walked away. "See you soon, Senritsu." The creepy way he said it sent a chill down my spine, but I kept walking. When I got to my apartment, I didn't even bother to pull out the futon in the room. I just locked my door, took my medication, grabbed a blanket, and fell asleep on the couch. Thus ended my first day in Ikebukuro.
What have I done?