They made an odd couple. A tall, blonde man wearing a bartender's uniform, and a woman wearing a skintight, black catsuit and a helmet. Wherever they went, people seemed to steer clear, as if sensing the air of privacy and serenity that hung around the two, present nowhere else. They seemed to be in their own little world... Light tapping sounds could be heard from her PDA, as well as his quiet replies and occasional laughter, as they spoke of anything and everything. You could often find the two sitting on a bench somewhere silently, or riding around just to be around one another as they could with no-one else.
Shizuo Heiwajima- Fortissimo of Ikebukuro. Celty Sturluson- The Headless Rider.
When some careless moron called her a freak or monster, you could soon see a body flying high in the air, followed by a frantic Celty trying to calm Shizuo down. When he was in a particularly foul mood, glaring at anyone unfortunate enough to step in his path, one could see him calming down visibly at her touch. As though under an unspoken contract, they were there for each other always- two misfits in the hustle and bustle of Ikebukuro.
In a dark apartment, a lone man holding a set of cards sat in front of a chess board, playing with the variety of game pieces set on it. Casually, he threw the cards onto the board, lighting them on fire. Laughing maniacally, the man stared at the board intently, flames glinting in his crimson eyes.
Izaya Orihara.
"King and Queen of 'Bukuro indeed..."
Orihara Izaya leaned back on his couch, trademark smirk widening on his face.
A woman looked at him impassively, and returned her cold gaze back to her book.
Namie Yagiri.
"Heh... the real game is just beginning."