AN/ Hey guys! I thought I wouldn't be doing this, but after giving it some thought, I decided that I'd accept the chalenge of writting a long fanfic. I had written this long ago, but there were no details about the surroundings and some dialogues were missing. I'll try to add the details and finish this as soon as possible, though I'm not going to make any promises.

The story isn't finished, but there is quite a bit written down, and I know more or less how this is going to go. Still, I'm open to ideas. Please be kind to me! I'm going to try my best to satisfy you all!

Also! This title is not final. I just needed one to put the story here. By the end of the fic I'll try to decide on one, if you have ideas write on the reviews.

Double also! The rating will probably change later, as mentioned in the summary. If it changes it will only go up and not down :3

Triple also! The cover image is drawn by a friend of mine who has read this before I edited it. I'll be happy if someone can draw something for this fic, I'm willing to give details about Electra's appearance *I'm to ashamed to admit that my drawing skills are down to zero*

Fourth also! I haven't decided if this is going to have a sequel or not. If yes, I'll mention it on the last chapter (We have a long way until then, huh...)

Hope I haven't forgotten anythin! I hope you'll like this

I was walking down the Ikebukuro streets. Having just moved here, I couldn't wait to meet the town. In a corner down the street – even though I hadn't noticed him yet – was I huge, black man giving out prospectus.

"Good evening! Want eat sushi? Sushi good!" I'm telling you, he was scary as hell!

"Ehhh… I…" Just before I could bring myself to answer, a noise was heard down the street. As I turned around to look at where the sound came from, I saw a street sign being thrown my way and heard someone screaming.

"IIIIIZAAAAYAAA!" It was a male voice and a very angry one at that. I didn't have the time to react. The street sign would fall on me. Then, the huge black guy got in front of me and caught it just in time… a bit too…easily? *Great!* I thought. *Not just scary as hell but also strong as hell* Then he turned to look at me with a smile.

"Miss ok? Miss must be hungry. Fear makes hungry. Hungry no good!"
*Yeah… I'm doomed* I was thinking as two men passed by running. A black haired man and a blond. Both good looking and crazy looking at the same time. It seemed that the blond haired guy was trying to kill the other and judging from all the 'Izaya Izaya' stuff, it was him screaming earlier. The black guy greeted them as if nothing was happening.

"Hello! Izaya! Shizuo! Want sushi?" And that's the part I started wondering if he knew when NOT to talk about sushi. The other two ignored him and kept chasing each other and I was left there standing still as a salt pile.

"Izaya and Shizuo fighting lot… Dangerous being close them" He said. If it wasn't for his crappy English I would actually think that that's how to pronounce their names but for the first time I answered.

"There's something about them" I said looking at the direction they were heading

"Izaya crafty. Very smart, but make Shizuo angry. Hate each other"

"Ahaa… And the street sign?" I asked

"Shizuo strong. Many tell Shizuo monster. But Simon know Shizuo. Shizuo good heart, but too many nerves"

I decided to run after them. I could stop this without getting too much attention on me. It was easy going after them, since the blond was shouting too much and throwing objects in the air. I found them at a dead end. The blond was breathless with his palms curled into fists.

"Izaya… any last words?'' He said harshly.

Ok, so now we know who is who. The black haired guy, Izaya, was trapped. He still kept that smirk of his, in an attempt to show he hadn't lost his cool, but it was clear that this wasn't true.

"Come on Shizu-chan, we can still talk this over as civilized people" He said. I got confused. Was that black man's English that crappy that he couldn't even say names correctly? But he got Izaya's name right.

"Not with you, flea" The blond answered and was about to attack once more.

*It's now or never!* I told myself and, like lightning, I ran to the blond and with my palm, I tagged his back and he fell unconscious. I looked at Izaya and found out I was a little late. One arm and leg broken, one bruised eye and his whole body was a mess. Maybe he has a couple ribs broken? Damn…

"So… You're Izaya?" I asked as if trying to make conversation and he nodded. "Ok let's go. We don't have much time" I said and helped him up, pulling his good arm around my shoulders.

"Which way to your house?" I asked hurriedly.

"Who are you?" He asked, ignoring my own question. He seemed to be surprised for one second, but then, the look in his eyes changed. I grew a bit suspicious of him, but I didn't have time for that. We needed to get out of there and fast.

"Call me Electra" I answered "He's not going to stay like this for long. We better move fast"

He chuckled for some reason "You'll have to take me to another neighborhood, Shinjuku"

I felt a bit troubled. "So… Directions?" I asked and we started walking slowly, with him showing the way. After a long time, we finally arrived at his house.

"Looks expensive" I commended at the huge space and comfy looking furniture. No, they weren't just comfy. They must have been very, VERY expensive.

He laughed "It's nothing like your village, is it, Electra-chan?" He asked in a tone almost too rhetorical, showing that he knew more than he should, for someone who is supposed to know only my name. I didn't like that. I placed him on the couch and he pulled out his phone with his good arm. After a few seconds, someone was on the line.

"Yo Shinra… Can you come over and treat my wounds?" He asked. A few moments of silence later he talked again "Shizu-chan got me this time. Someone saved me" Another pause. "Got it, I'll be waiting" He hung up and looked at me with a smirk.

"Doctor?" I asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Yeah… underground" He answered. Ahh… This guy couldn't be more shady. Where did I get myself into?

"How much do you know about me and why?" I asked seriously. I didn't like his earlier question. Correction: I didn't like anything about this guy. He was shady, rich, involved with the underground and had that annoying look in his eyes: the one that said that he knows it all.

"You come from a village in the mountains, 22, orphan from mother thus raised from your father, not married yet and of course no kids, you just recently got your own apartment inside Ikebukuro (Oh how much I pity you, this is Shizu-chan's turf) and you seem to know some defending technique, which your father taught you. Your stated reason for moving to Tokyo is to get a job, BUT many sources indicate that people from your village have been calling you a monster. I wonder if those two are connected… Besides, nobody knocks Shizu-chan out with a small pat on the back like that" He gazed deeply into my eyes, his mouth forming a devilish smile.

*I don't like this guy* Uneasiness was written on my face, I'm sure. Silence filled the room. Uncomfortable silence in a comfortable room. The irony could kill me.

I chose to remain silent and took the opportunity to look around into the room. It was large and seemed to be divided into two areas. The one we were sitting at, was a living room. There were two black couches and a one person black couch, forming a semi-circle and at the opening was the television, probably a 42 inches one.

The other area seemed to be an office. There were two libraries, on either side of the wall, both filled to the brims with books. For a second, I wondered if he had actually read all that, but dismissed the question. Then, there was the desk with a swivel chair. On it, was a computer, a laptop and several folders. Behind it, what would normally be a wall, was a huge window.

"Do you like it here?" He asked, forcing my attention back to him.

"I'm just curious if the whole house is as comfortable as this room" I replied, not really answering his question

"You can go take a look, if you want" He said with a smirk. It was like he was daring me to do something. I don't know what he could possibly gain from me looking around his house, but the look in his eyes was terrifying me.

Reddish-brown eyes. Black, messy from his earlier activities, hair. Skin so smooth, you could hardly believe it belonged to a man. He was beautiful, that was not questionable, but beneath that, there seemed to be something dark and he wasn't even trying to hide it.

"I'd rather not" I answered, when I finally found my voice

"And why is that?" He asked again, seeming to enjoy my discomfort. I felt like prey, being stalked by a tiger. He made an attempt to move closer to me and I moved back. He made another attempt to come closer, but I was saved by the bell. He seemed annoyed for a moment, mattering something incoherent, but he immediately composed himself and returned to his smug mood.

"Can you open the door for me? You see, I can't walk" He said with that smile stuck on his face. The person on the door saved my life. As I opened it, I saw a brunet man as tall as Izaya… no… he was a little bit taller, but it was barely notable. He was wearing glasses and a white lab coat. *The doc?* I assumed. He studied me for a moment.

"You're not Izaya" He finally said. *THAT'S WHAT HE WAS STUDYING?!*

"Who are you?" he asked pointing at me and then added "More Important. Where is he?" He asked. Feeling a bit too tensed, I simply showed him the couch and closed the door. The man gasped and ran up to Izaya.

"Oh my God! Izaya! What the hell happened?" He asked hysterically.

"I better go" I said feeling more and more out of it "I can't stand the sight"

"Would you mind cooking something for me before returning to Ikebukuro?" Izaya asked "The kitchen is the second door on the corridor"

*Yeah… he's definitely giving me a choice* "I didn't mean I'd leave the apartment! What kind of person leaves an almost paralyzed man alone?" I said letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Though, truth be told, I was hoping he'd shoo me. "Ahh… Is there anything you'd prefer to eat?"

"Salad, cheese, bread… It's the evening, I shouldn't eat too much" He said. Well, makes things easier for me.

"Ok… Call me when you're finished" I said, leaving the room, so that the doctor can do his job easier.
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Quite some time passed and I could swear that I heard Izaya screaming in pain more than enough times to freak me out. I almost cut myself a couple times. The past few minutes were silent. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming my way.

"Sorry to keep you waiting" Said the doctor, who now had Izaya on his shoulders.

"It's no big deal" I said, turning my attention to the owner of this house "How are you feeling mister Izaya?" I asked him.

"I feel quite all right. You don't have to be so polite" He answered as the doctor helped him sit on a chair "You make me feel like an old man" He looked at the doc and then to me. "This is Shinra. This is Electra" He said.

Shinra smiled at me and said "It's nice to meet you. Thanks for saving Izaya and bringing him all the way here."

"It's nice to make your acquaintance and it was nothing" I answered and put the salad plate along with a fork and some bread in front of Izaya.

"Why didn't you go?" He asked and started eating

"It's not in my nature to leave an injured man alone" I answered, a bit annoyed from that question. Wasn't he the one who asked me to make something for him to eat in the first place?

Shinra seemed to have noticed my annoyance."Izaya, that's not a nice way to talk" He lectured.

"Why? She's a monster" He answered in a matter-oh-fact tone. That comment kind of struck me. What the hell? How did he…?

"Izaya!" Shinra yelled

"You didn't see her! She knocked Shizu-chan out like it was the easiest thing in the world!"

Shinra looked at me amazed. "Seriously?" He asked a bit too excitedly. I took a deep breath.

*I couldn't keep it a secret after all* "Since you're going to call me a monster anyway…" I said disappointed, while opening my palm and letting electricity flow through me. "I just used a bit electricity on him" I admitted.

Shinra came closer and touched my hand, as if he was experimenting. "Fascinating!" He commented. "Let it hit me!" He requested.

"You'll die" I said annoyed and pulled my hand.

"Interesting!" He said with a smile "Don't you agree Izaya?" He asked the black haired man, who just finished eating and was now looking at me with the same, creepy interest.

"There's nothing interesting about it" I started irritated "My mother is dead because of me, my hair is blue, my eyes are yellow and everyone hates me"

"Yellow eyes?!" The two men asked in unison. I took off my blue colored contacts and let them have a look.

"How exciting!" Shinra was the first to speak "I wonder if my Celty has such wonderful eyes! No… I'm sure…" He began talking as if he was in a dream until Izaya kicked him using the elbow of his good arm.

"Nobody here is interested in your dreamlands and fantasies about Celty" He said a bit roughly. Shinra snapped out of it and seemed to have remembered something.

"Oh! Right! Electra, could you take care of Izaya for some time?" He asked as I was putting back my contacts.

"I wouldn't mind, but I need to get back to my apartment, plus, my job won't allow me and I need it to pay for the apartment" Message: No, nop, not gonna happen.

"Yeah… that's a problem" Shinra said, thinking about it

"I could pay you" Izaya gave the solution

"Ehhh but!" I protested. No way, no matter how rich you are, you can't just rent someone and take them from their everyday lives!

"You can't refuse. You saved my life, you need to take responsibility! Your pay here will be better anyway." How dare he! Using my morality and lack of money against me!

"How much?" I asked. That was one delicate matter.

"Eight hundred thousand yen" He said, like it was nothing, smirking at my obviously socked face.