A/N. HEY! First fanfiction...(sorry for the cringe) MY OC is Ayase Haruno with wavy ash brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her occupation is an informant. I've always been a fan of power couples so I can't watch/read a really really shy weak girl with a super powerful MC. So yeah, I hope you like it!

Ayase Haruno walked around the streets of Ikebukuro, tucking her long ash brown hair behind her ear as she turns off her phone and stuffs it into her purse. She was tired, deadly tired since she just canceled all her meetings with her clients after her stupid and idiotic boyfriend got into a stabbing incident. She passes by an electronic store, TV King's, Bokusatsu! Morning Star show, playing on the tv.

"Last night at around 9pm, in a shopping arcade near Sendai Station, a man was stabbed by an unknown assailant, sustaining grave injuries. The injured man is Orihara Izaya-san of Tokyo, aged 24. The ambulance that arrived after a 119 call conveyed him to a local hospital. Orihara-san sustained a stab wound to his stomach area..."

Ayase couldn't help but click her tongue and stuff her hands into her pockets.

"What an idiot." She mutters to herself.

She flicked her arm out, looking at her watch. It was only 6:45... way, way too early. The last thing she wanted to happen was the public finding out that she was Izaya's girlfriend. Man, that would cause so much trouble for her as well as for him too, especially with the mafia and gangs she's currently blackmailing. They would turn the tables on her... for sure.

Deep in thought, she didn't notice a student in front of her who was trying to get her attention for a while.

"Hey, excuse me, hello? You there?" A dark blue haired boy tapped Ayase's arm.

"Huh, yeah?" Ayase said finally looking up from the ground. She puts on a light smile apologizing noticing the bandages on the other hand.

"Sorry."

The ash brown haired lady apologized, making Aoba's cheeks change colour. She was really really, really pretty for normal standards... or even beautiful ones. He mentally scolded himself reminding that he only has eyes for Kururi and he should forget about this woman.

The lady picked up the work she was stepping on, dusting out the dirt.

"Sorry if I ruined anything." The lady said handing it to him.

Aoba gulped. How much he wished it was work. In actuality, it was the agreement Ryugamine- senpai and him... as Ryugamine-senpai stabbed his hand with a pen smiling. He just hid it with a bunch of other papers and bound it together as one product.

"Yeah... okay thanks." He said hesitantly.

Suddenly the lady perked up clapping her hands together.

"Is there any good sushi places here? I'm starving."

Aoba nodded. "There's one near Higashi Ikebukuro central park called Russia Sushi... you turn left on the main street and then continue down there."

The woman looked extremely confused and pouted trying to figure things out.

"Are you new here?"

The woman nodded.

"Okay let me help you lead you there."

"Thanks what's your name?" The woman suddenly asked.

"Kuronuma Aoba, how about yours?"

"Hoshi Mikaze."

Hoshi Mikaze? Is that the best name I could come through? Ayase flickered her eyes at Aoba's bag curiously pondering over what she smelled. What is a Raira Academy student doing with a sheet of paper full of blood? Although Ayase hates to admit it, she has become pretty acquainted with the scent of blood therefore recognizing it is an extremely easy task. I guess I'll be known as Hoshi now, she thought to herself. Ayase continues to follow him until she sees a tall looking intimidating dark skinned guy handing out flyers. From what she can tell, this guy was definitely not Japanese...probably Russian. Aoba points to the guy.

"His name is Simon Brezhnev and he's from a different country. Sure he looks intimidating... but he's a pretty nice guy..."

"Oh really?" Ayase perked up smiling. I totally couldn't tell.

"Yeah." Aoba replied, eyes suddenly turning slightly sinister. "I really need to go home now."

"Okay wait, let's exchange contacts"

"Sure."

Ayase gave him one of her numbers as Aoba exchanged his. After Aoba bows and waves goodbye.

"Ki Wo Tsukete!" (Take care!)

"Arigato!" (Thank You!)

Ayase approached Simon and greeted him.

"Eat sushi, sushi is good for you!" He said in Japanese towering over Ayase.

Speaking perfect Russian, she asks...

"What do you recommend from the menu?"

Simon, obviously taken aback smiled.

"You are the second Japanese person I know who can fully speak Russian like this."

"Oh really?" Ayase replied. "Hoshi Mikaze, pleased to be your acquaintance."

Judging by this man's grip, she knew he was strong too strong... why does he seem like someone I know? Suddenly remembering what Izaya usually blabs about on their own private chat website, she remembered he was one of the strongest men in Ikebukuro. Recalling what Izaya said about him, she remembers that he stated that if Simon really wanted to do a fight, he probably would be able to beat Shizuo Heiwajima himself. Now that's scary.

"Well... everything here is good. But you need to try our Fatty Tuna... it's exceptionally good today!" Simon said passing her a flyer.

"Thank you." Ayase said putting her light smile on again. She couldn't help but frown when she was out of Simon's sight.

"Why Izaya, why?" She whispered, fighting back the urge of her tears.

The last time she saw him was at least 6 months ago, before she had a job to do with a gang overseas. And she had to rush back now hearing that Izaya got stabbed. She knew that cancelling everything last minute was going to cost her, sooner or later... but she's just so worried.

Ayase walks into the shop sitting in front of the bar asking for an Omakase (chef's choice) specifically, asking him to include fatty tuna in one of its courses. Indulging in the sushi, she couldn't stop looking at her watch. She was anxious and worried about him, but she decided to ignore the feeling as the time doesn't feel right. She couldn't just risk it.

"Hello? Ms? Are you okay?" A pale white man doing her Omakase course asked.

"Huh? Yeah. I'm just really out of it today." Ayase responded as she twirls her chopsticks.

The white haired man smiled as he continues to do his thing. After pondering for a while, Ayase recognized that his name was Dennis, used to be part of he Soviet Union. And then she paused... and thought about it again.

This is the second time I got distracted today... and I never do. Stupid Stupid Izaya. That's all that Ayase could think about right now... Her brain was completely blank. Even recognizing someone she heard about took her a long time... usually just by reading profiles and documents, she'll remember it, word by word. Yeah, Izaya is really destroying my brain...

Finally she finished her food, and she quickly paid the man. She still has 2 more hours before most of the doctors and nurses would leave.
Maybe I should familiarize myself with Ikebukuro more. It's like the second time I've come here. And it could distract me for a while... With that, Ayase started to walk around and learning about the place...

Two hours later...

Izaya Orihara sat up from his hospital bed, slightly wincing from the pain of his wound. He puts on his regular facade waiting for his attacker. Oh who could it be? He thought, the sides of his lips curling up. He felt excitement and joy... just knowing that the person would come soon..

Tick Tock, Tick Tock...