Chapter 1 – The Enemy is Close By
"Shizu-chan."
The mere voice that called the bartender made his blood boil. He hated being called that and he hated the only person who called him that. Shizuo Heiwajima gritted his teeth and decided to ignore the voice that made his heart pound with hatred. His grip on the white cloth tightened as he continued to wipe the table clean.
Silence pervaded the next minute. It allowed the blond to cool down. After he cleaned the table, it only took him two steps to leave before...
"Excuse me," The same voice said as the person tapped Shizuo's back.
"What the heck is your prob—" Shizuo abruptly turned around with a clenched fist following. But his fist and his sentence stopped right before his strong hand touched the person's nose. He halted himself from punching. His coffee brown eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the girl.
"You're not Izaya." He lowly said, guilt eating him at this moment. He felt his ears grew hot and his cheeks burn. He was about to punch this sexy figure just because he mistook her for his nemesis. "I'm sorry." He muttered and turned away. Again, it only took him two steps before the girl tapped his back again. This time, he simply looked over his shoulder.
He met her pale face and it had her pink lips curved in a smile. Her smile awfully resembled that of Izaya's smirk. He felt annoyed that at this moment, all he could think of was that peevish smart arse known as Izaya Orihara. He turned his gaze away from this lady but did not walk away. He waited for her to order him. After all, he was a bartender at this place.
"Want a drink?" He offered. "I'll treat." He faced the young lady and gave her his best smile.
Oh, if only you'll smile like this for me every time we meet instead of giving me your scary grins that promises me my death...
"Thank you. That is appreciated." The girl spoke in a velvety voice.
"So, what shake? Chocolate?" Shizuo asked, wondering why he even said that. Chocolate was ...Izaya's favourite flavour.
But to his surprise, the girl said, "Ooh... psychic. I love chocolate! How did you know?"
"Well, you resemble a lot like my ...my..."
"... enemy?"
This girl is full of surprises, the blond thought. "Psychic of you." He told her. "Yes, my enemy."
The girl cracked a wide grin at the compliment and Shizuo found it adorable. But the moment Izaya's face popped in his head, his cheeks glowed in a deep shade of red. You remind me too much of Izaya, babe.
"I'll go get your shake. I'll be back." Don't disappear, he added in his thoughts.
He came back, holding two tall glasses of chocolate shake. His dark eyes scanned the place and realised ...the woman was gone. His hopes were crushed until he heard it again.
"Shizu-chan!"
The glasses he held exploded in his robust hands. The chocolate oozed out, coating his fingers as it dripped from his fingers and wet the floor. His eyebrows almost met in one line out of anger. He stood still but his hands shook in frustration.
"I've been waiting for you, Izaya-kun." He said through gritted teeth.