Izaya was taking a stroll in the streets of Ikebukuro when amongst the passing residents he noticed a neon poncho hoodie that stood out. It wasn't just the neon poncho that caught his eye. The sky blue umbrella opened above the person's head hid the person's face from his viewpoint.
Izaya noticed that the figure seem to have a slender form so maybe a young girl? Either way the girl seemed to be a weirdo sitting on top of the lamppost so oblivious to the strange place she chose to sit.
He wondered as to why no one noticed her presence on top of the lamppost. The other people passed by without even taking a peek above them.
She seemed to be watching someone amongst the crowd, but as to whom he wasn't entirely sure.
There was something oddly familiar about her though.
At the same moment, she had chosen to jump off the lamppost seemingly about to follow someone.
Intrigued by the strange youth he tailed her to get a closer look at who she was.
She swerved and avoided any contact with others quickly and quietly. He followed her gaze to see as to whom she was following. His eyes widened recognizing the tall blonde bartender. Shit he really didn't want to be found at the moment.
Staying behind he watched from afar as the neon poncho stood watching a specific apartment building. Izaya noticed Tom and Shizu-chan walking towards the apartment.
A little while later he heard a loud crash from within.
There seemed to be a falling out as a girl ran out crying with headphones around her neck. Her tears were evident as she ran passed the girl in the yellow poncho.
"Crybaby as always little sis." The neon poncho girl murmured in English. Izaya heard the girl's smooth quiet voice even in this huge city.
"Oh a lady killer as usual Shizu-chan." Izaya whistled walking towards the young woman in neon. "Too bad for your sister."
The girl swiftly lifted her head when she met his eyes. Her own irises widened at the sudden eye contact. He noticed her eyes were not a very ordinary colour.
She seemed to be in shock at him for some reason.
Taking a step back she slowly asked in disbelief. "You… can see me?"
Izaya in return answered in a matter of fact tone. "Yes, of course I can. I'm not blind."
She narrowed her eyes. "Oh but you are, more than you know." Bowing politely she wanted to excuse herself. "Excuse me"
However Izaya wasn't letting her get away that easily, he needed an explanation to her reaction. Recklessly he grabbed her wrist, but then she yelled in fear, "Don't!"
For some reason his vision was getting dark very quickly. Just like that he passed out slumped against the cool hard ground.
The next day, he opened his reddish brown eyes to the sound of another person's breathing above him.
"Wow, you're a really light sleeper." A female voice commented. She blinked standing next to his bed. "Considering the fact you practically fainted yesterday."
His eye widened at the lavender eyes matching his gaze startling him. He whipped out a pocketknife he had under his bed sitting up quickly.
"Seems like I have an uninvited guest." Izaya calmly commented even though inwardly he questioned why she was here at the moment. "Did you carry me back?"
The girl merely smiled "In a way, yes."
Izaya lowered the knife away from her neck and sighed. "How did you get in?"
"I just let myself in after your secretary arrived." She reasoned with a cheeky smile.
Izaya observed her outfit noticing the black leggings and neon yellow poncho she wore. "Are you supposed to look like Pikachu? Or is this some kind of new fad?"
She suppressed her chuckle with a wink. "You would know."
Izaya ran a hand through his hair. "I'll listen to your story after."
She shook her head. "I'll just wait at the couch."
Izaya shrugged getting up from bed inhaling the smell of lavender coming from the girl.
Izaya could only organize his thoughts at this girl's appearance. He was reminded of the news report yesterday of the girl they were talking about.
"Namie! Make two cups of coffee!" Izaya instructed to his secretary on the bottom floor of his apartment.
He could hear shuffling in the kitchen.
Izaya in shorts and a maroon t-shirt headed for the bathroom.
"So what brings you here to my apartment?" Izaya started
"I had to drag you back to your apartment and now I have a favor to ask of you. But before that do you believe in an afterlife Izaya Orihara?" Her voice echoed while he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth.
"It's pointless to hope for Heaven and Hell, but if I were to choose I would prefer Heaven."
"Really?" She questioned "Since you love humans so much I would've thought you'd prefer haunting your little humans for all eternity chained to Earth forever."
"Oh? Well then why don't you give me your opinion?"
"No human has ever died twice to see what happens after. But I think there are always exceptions to that rule." She chuckled "That's what makes living an interesting experience. You never know what to expect."
"That's absolutely true." Izaya agreed.
"But you know what it doesn't matter. We all live separate lives. Live to the best of our abilities." She continued, "Although some lives are cut short."
"Humans don't know when they'll die."
She laughed to herself. "You make it sound like you're not human yourself."
Izaya hummed "Because I am their God."
"I'd have to disagree, you still crave love just like any other human out there. You're no different from them." She argued in a teasing tone.
Izaya had a suspicion she was someone similar to him. The way she spoke made it sound like she did not care for human life.
"Maybe I am just like you, except unlike you… I will never change." She reasoned twirling the ring he left on his bedside table.
Izaya listened to her speak all the way as he left the bathroom to get changed into his usual black pants and V-neck.
"You have two sisters, and you are rivals with Shizuo Heiwajima. It seems you're not well liked by many people." She continued sitting on the couch as Namie brought out the two cups of coffee on Izaya's desk. "You work as an information broker for the underworld."
Izaya smirked "I guess you're part of the underworld if you're looking for information from me."
"I guess in some form I am." She commented as he walked down the stairs.
"I'll listen to any troubles you want taken care of. So who's information do you need me to look up?"
As he stepped onto the bottom of the floor Namie noticed his presence and huffed in irritation. "Took you long enough. Whom the hell are you talking to?"
Izaya blinked fixing his gaze on the girl sitting on his couch at the moment holding his ring in her hand.
"Didn't someone carry me to my room?" Izaya asked getting confused at his secretary's blank expression.
Namie lifted an eyebrow. "No one came through the door except you." Namie turned on the TV to the news channel. "You were more animated than usual though. You told me to leave early yesterday."
Izaya nodded slowly narrowing his eyes at the neon poncho she wore. "Then who is the one sitting on my couch?"
Namie turned her head frowning. "There's no one there. Although the room does for some reason smell like lavender."
Izaya's blood ran cold. "How many people do you see in this room?"
Namie frowned at her boss' constant questions. "Two, you and me. Am I supposed to see someone else?"
"She can't see me, Izaya. You of all people should understand what I'm implying." The girl said with a calm smile.
The girl stood up which gave him more proof as to why there was something fishy about this young woman.
"I am the very concept you fear most."
Below her feet where there should have been shadow that illuminated her figure, but there was nothing. Her feet didn't even touch the ground; she was just floating around. Even so she lifted the coffee cup to her lips gulping the hot liquid.
Namie's eyes widened at the floating coffee cup tilting as if there was someone drinking the liquid. The dark liquid did not drop to the floor so where the hell was it being digested?
While for Izaya, he could feel the excitement in his veins at the new discovery, she might just bring a new spark to his personal life. Izaya knew exactly what she meant and with a devilish smile he murmured, "So that's why you were asking about God."
He matched her knowing gaze with a smirk as he voiced his own realization.
"You're already dead."
Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN DURARARA. ONLY OWN MY OC.
Well this idea just popped into my head as I was writing a new chapter for a different fanfic so I decided I'd post it for now.
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