To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.

-Francoise Sagan

Izaya Orihara was a name most people feared or detested in that little town of Ikebukuro. He invaded the people's personal lives, some said. He was a madman, some others said. Yet, even if so many people detested the 23 year old information broker, none of them really wanted him dead. Except for Shizuo Heiwajima maybe, but the other people actually wanted a man like Orihara around.

He gave them the information they needed and it didn't surprise them in the very least that he knew about everything.

Izaya loved it that he had such control over human beings like that, and he claimed to love human beings, even if they did not love him back. He loved them, so he would see to it they would rise up, and also see to it that they fall, and that they get hurt when they do. Since, their reactions are what he wanted to see.

Most victims were teenage girls, who fell prey to his apparent kind words, and apparent soft heart.

But, ever since a month, there was a difference in his daily routines. Izaya Orihara at least had five people knock on his door every day, wanting information about something or the other. But, that one day, Izaya sat in his office, Namie ignoring him as usual, no one had come.

It wasn't unusual, Namie thought, but Izaya knew something was strange. He wanted human beings to depend on him, and that day no one came to him which irked the man. This wasn't the first time. Ever since a few days, Izaya had noticed that fewer people came to him than before. I can't play with humans if this keeps up, Izaya thought and stood up and grabbed his coat. "Where are you going now?" Namie asked, not really wanting to know.

"A stroll." Izaya replied in that sarcastic tone, and headed out. He checked his phone and saw that there wasn't any new message. Currently, he was texting this high school girl named, Naname Kitomatsu, a girl whose boyfriend broke up with her and she wanted to end her life. Izaya frowned slightly as he noticed she didn't text him that day, but he was sure he would find out what was happening in that town.

Suddenly his phone vibrated. Izaya smirked as he thought it was Naname, but it was some other number that he didn't recognize.

I am watching you.

Izaya smirked wider, and he replied to the number.

Oh, really now?

Izaya waited, and walked into the train that left for Ikebukuro, and his phone vibrated.

Yes, I saw you walking into the train to Ikebukuro. Tell me, Kanra, does it hurt to not know something, since almost more than half the time you do know?

Izaya's smile died slightly and he replied. No one knew he was Kanra other than Mikado, and this wasn't Mikado's number.

I'm touched. You know more about me than I do about you. That isn't fair now, is it?

Izaya was angry, yet he didn't show it. He didn't know who this person was, and that person clearly did. He hated not knowing something, he wanted to stay in power. He wanted nothing more than that. He wanted the power to make humans squirm on his palm, and he wanted to have that godlike ability.

But who was this other person?

Izaya Orihara, Nakura, Kanra. So many names just to make people's lives miserable. Does it hurt not knowing something? Tell me, am I making you angry? I bet I am. You claim to love humans, yet you seem to forget that you are one too. You play with people's lives, but let me tell you this, I am now going to play with yours.

Izaya frowned hard this time. He didn't like this person. So he didn't reply. He needed to know who it was. He hated asking people, but he had no other choice.

Then his phone vibrated again.

It was Naname.

Nakura, I got this strange text from someone telling me that you were a liar. A stalker. They told me to call up Rio Kamichika, and when I did, I understood who you really were. You fraud!

Izaya was furious now.

His phone vibrated once more.

I bet you would want to know who I am now more than ever, right? You'll know soon. And know this, Izaya Orihara, I am watching you.

Izaya frowned and sighed. "I shouldn't be frowning so much. This is so much fun~" Izaya sang, holding his phone.

When he came to the train station at Ikebukuro, he saw a rather strange girl arguing with a shop keeper. Izaya chuckled as the girl said, "You touched my butt mister! I know it! Don't try and hide it! Just because I'm new here!" Izaya walked to the girl and said, "My, my, is there a problem?" The girl turned to face Izaya and she nodded. She pointed to the shop keeper and said, "This man here touched my butt and he'd denying it." Izaya wanted to laugh at his human's innocence. "You shouldn't take it to your head, you're new here, aren't you? You don't want big bad guys chasing after you now, do you?" The girl nodded, smiling. "My name is Tsumugi Aizawa." Izaya was shocked at how easily she told him her name.

She was a cute human, Izaya knew that much, but he wasn't interested. She picked up her bag and turned to Izaya and said, "Do you know where this place is?" Izaya smirked and nodded. "But, it comes with a payment." The girl frowned. "I don't have any money, go away." She turned on her heels and walked off.

Izaya chuckled and caught up to the girl when his phone vibrated.

Real smooth, Izaya. Really. I still am watching you.

Izaya sighed and frowned. He ignored the text, and he called up a few men he knew who wanted a girl. Might as well have some fun when I'm here right? Izaya thought to himself and waited. Izaya walked up to Tsumugi and said, "I can tell you where the place is, no payment required." Tsumugi smiled and nodded. "Take a left over there and walk straight, okay? That shouldn't be too hard." Tsumugi smiled and said, "You're kind, mister." She walked away.

Izaya chuckled at what she called him.

The men came in ten minutes, and Izaya saw that they surrounded the girl. It was then Izaya noticed her appearance. Green eyes, glasses, ear phones plugged in, black full sleeved sweater, and a red scarf around her neck.

"Hey there, baby girl." One of the men said, and Tsumugi smiled. "Hi there!" Izaya cocked his eyebrow, still smiling at the girl's awkward behavior.

"You seem friendly, where are you headed? It's getting dark, you don't want big bad guys to follow you now, right?" Tsumugi's back was toward the wall and she nodded. "I'm new here, so I was trying to find my way home."

Izaya chuckled. A girl that announces to thugs she was new to a town, my, my, how fascinating humans are.' Izaya thought to himself and turned to see the man grab Tsumugi. "I'm not letting you go." Tsumugi frowned and kicked the man's face. She turned and kicked the other two and punched the fourth man's stomach so hard he went backwards. "I know karate. I was my school's martial arts club president." She said and walked off.

Izaya stood there, his eyes wide. It was the next minute that he broke out laughing. "How interesting humans are." He said and walked away.

His phone vibrated and he checked to see that it was the unknown number.

Go back home now, if you want to find out who I am.

Izaya smiled evilly and did just that.

As soon as he entered his house, his phone vibrated.

You still haven't turned on your computer. Man, you're slow. Hurry up and get on the chat screen. And the Dollars page. You'll see something that'll peak your interest.

Izaya wondered how the person knew that his computer was turned off. Izaya logged onto chat and no one was there yet. And in the Dollars main homepage, nothing was out of the ordinary.

But one post made two hours ago caught his interest.

There's this new hacker in town. Calls himself The Stalker. He knows everything man! Be careful, he hacks into people's IP addresses, which is terrifying! Just saying.

Izaya smirked. So this person was The Stalker.

A new chat opened and Izaya saw that it was a private message.

Mizore: Having fun, Kanra? You found out now, right?

Kanra: Oh yes, might I ask why I'm the new interest you found?

Mizore: typing…

Izaya smirked. Things were going to get interesting.

Mizore: Because you claim to know everything. And you've got something that I need.

Izaya cocked his eyebrow.

Kanra: What might that be?

Mizore: Information.

Izaya chuckled and typed.

Kanra: You can just ask me, I'll let you know.

Mizore: That's not much fun, is it? Tell me, what would you have done?

Izaya laughed hard this time.

Kanra: Probably the same thing.

This person, Mizore or The Stalker, was going to make things interesting for him. If he claims to be the best stalker, then Izaya is the best info broker. He'll find who this Mizore guy is and drag him out. No one plays with Izaya Orihara. Right?

Mizore smiled at the computer screen. "Bring it on, Izaya Orihara. The real stalking is going to start now."

A/N: I adore Izaya. I was wondering, what would happen if someone stalked him?
So, I wrote a story.
I would be really grateful if people would review and tell me what they think of it so far.
Read and review~