A/N: Sooo terribly sorry for the hiatus. I just haven't been in the mood to write and school is taking my energy. Though I will update soon, hopefully. I just wanted to get this idea out of the way. Yes, another story haha. I can't help it. But I will be updating as soon as I can. I'm such a horrible person. Anyway, Reviews are amazing!
Warm sunlight filtered through small alleyway. The beams of light shone over a pile of garbage where a prone, petite figure rested. It laid, undisturbed by anyone outside. Crowds of people roamed the streets, unaware of the body. To them it was the usual or they just didn't see it. The figure showed no signs of life, air barely filling the lungs as the chest barely rose.
Another, taller figure walked the streets. It was male who appeared to be upset. He was slightly slouched over, hands jammed in the pockets of his dark slacks. A scowl colored his features. Teeth bared as a cigarette hung from between his teeth, bent from the pressure. Shaggy blonde strands hung in his narrowed eyes. He paid little attention to anyone around him.
Another man followed the blonde, he had a darker complexional and hair. His hair was styled in a dread-like fashion. He was dressed in a suit with glasses and his posture was more relaxed. He casually looked around as the one in front mumbled to himself. The man then stopped upon spotting something in a passing alley. This alerted the blonde and he turned to him. "What's your problem?" He asked in a gruff, deep voice.
The second man, looked away from the alley and back to the blonde. "Thought I saw something." He replied, simply. The blonde looked to where his friend had been looking, tensing when he spotted movement in the alley. He scowled harder and continued to watch, thinking he was seeing things.
Without thinking, the man walked toward the alley. The movement had stopped, but he kept walking. He moved to the entrance to the alley and peered inside. He noticed a small figure on top of a pile of garbage bags. The narrow passageway was flooded with sunlight since it was the middle of the day. He stared down at the figure in confusion and annoyance. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have bothered, but something was getting to him.
It was a young woman. She was small, possibly from lack of nourishment. Long, pale blond tresses framed a heart shaped face and lay spread across the bags. Her skin was paler than normal and held several bruises that marred her beauty. She appeared to be asleep, but the slow breathing meant she was unconscious.
Her clothing was tattered, she was in a pale blue spaghetti strap sundress. It was stained with dried blood and the skirt was tattered, making the dress shorter than it originally was. The second man came up from behind the blonde, peeking around him at the girl. "What is she doing here?" He asked, curiously. The blonde simply shrugged. "Dunno." He replied, simply. He moved away from the body, taking a drag from his cigarette.
"Whatever, it's not my problem" The blonde muttered, starting to walk away. The second man stayed back, looking down at the girl in concern. "We can't just leave her here, Shizuo. She's still alive." The man spoke up, causing the blonde now dubbed Shizuo to stop. Shizuo turned back to face the man and sighed. "What are we supposed to do with her?" He asked, angrily. The man continued to look down at the girl. "We'll take her with us, when she comes to we'll send her on her way." He replied, simply. "She needs somewhere to stay, we can't leave her here." He added, looking to Shizuo.
Shizuo simply growled and walked back to the alley. "Fine." He mumbled, stepping toward the girl. He knelt down and picked her up bridal style. The man simply smiled, causing Shizuo to get even angrier. They then started back to their place, having taken care of the job for that day.
Once back at their place, Shizuo set her down on the couch. He stayed close to her for a moment. He watched her, then shook it off and moved away. He didn't know who she was, but something about her made him feel off. He growled at himself and walked away. The other man, Tom, stayed behind, watching Shizuo, curiously.
Shizuo stepped out again, trying to clear his head. He took another drag of his cigarette, before flicking it away. He exhaled slowly, looking out at nothing in particular. He didn't know why he felt so odd around her. It wasn't a sense of familiarity, more of a sense of protectiveness. He had never met the woman in his life, but by just looking at her he didn't want to let her go.
Shaking off the odd thoughts, he stormed off down the street. He needed to let out this stress. What better way then to find Izaya and beat him to a pulp. He'd deal with the girl later. Tom would watch over her for the time being.