Chapter 1: I Think He's The One

If you looked at them what would you think? She's not his type. She's way out of his league. Isn't she afraid of him? What does he see in her? You may be right but you're also way wrong. Truth is they're perfect for each other. And it's through this story that you'll see why.

"Okay, this is our new home. Inside Tokyo a small district called, Ikebukuro." Giggled a girl from behind a small hand-held camcorder.

"Why are you so happy?" A flat voice said.

The girl turned the camera to look at a woman of 23. She wore a purple turtleneck and a knee-length red skirt. She had black pantyhose on and red heels. Her hair was long and brown in color and she had green eyes. Her face, though it had no expression, was very pretty. Her name was Hikari Yamamoto.

"Give me that thing." she said grabbing the camera. She pointed it at the other girl.

She was 23 as well and just as pretty. Her hair was long, brown and tied back into a low ponytail that was slung over her shoulder. She wore a bright blue shirt that fit her form and had sleeves that stopped half way down her arms. She also had a skirt that was denim and stopped mid-thigh. She also wore black high heel boots. This girl was Airashii Yamamoto.

These two girls were not just sisters they were twins. Completely identical except for one thing: Airashii was full of life and happiness, whereas, Hikari showed no emotion at all.

It seemed that the loss of their parents effected them in two very different ways. Airashii wanted to enjoy life for as long as she could. But Hikari shut down, her interaction with the world was met with a blank face and glass stare.

These sisters had moved to Ikebukuro cause of Airashii's career choice and they had barely begun to start calling it home. Hikari had asked Airashii to come with her as she looked for a place where they could get some furniture. Both girls were tired of sleeping on the floor and sitting on boxes.

"Give me back the camera." Airashii pleaded with her sister.

"Why, so you can shove it in my face every two seconds?" Hikari said.

"No, so I can record our first time shopping in Ikebukuro." Airashii retorted snatching the camera away from Hikari.

Airashii thought it would be fun to record the first of everything they did in Ikebukuro. But that wasn't the only reason, she also hoped to catch video of Ikebukuro's famous legend "The Black Rider" known for mysteriously riding around on it's motorcycle. Not to mention that some even said it didn't have a head. It intrigued Airashii. She just had to get a shot of it.

After the two girls walked through three different stores they only bought two bedroom sets and a couch. Hikari wanted to check one more place before giving up for the day.

"Can I not go in with you?" Airashii groaned.

"Whatever." Hikari sighed.

Left alone Airashii used her camera to scan the street. When she looked down the road she caught something interesting.

"Was that a convenient store trashcan? It just flew from nowhere." She said to herself in shock. Pondering the thought, for a nanosecond, of Hikari possible being mad at her. She quickly ran toward it. She didn't care what it was that she would see she just had to see what was happening.

A voice in her head told her 'curiosity killed the cat' but she didn't care.

By the time she got to the end of the street there were a bunch of men standing in a circle around the center of the two crossing roads.

Airashii pointed her camera at the men in front of her. Then one of them went flying. She watched as his head hit the wall so hard it cracked.

Before she knew it the other guys charged forward. She quickly realized that they were all attacking one man. He was knocking them out left and right. As he turned Airashii caught a glimpse of his face. Or what she thought was his face. A sensation of fear, concern, and amazement ran down her spine freezing the brunette in her place.

He had blood on his face and a strange look in his eyes. But that wasn't what she cared about. Watching this man take on all of these people by himself had excited her. Airashii had never felt this before. This man with blonde hair wearing a bartender outfit and blood dripping from his face was just awesome. Airashii was completely awestruck.

Suddenly Airashii knew she needed to know who this man was, anyway possible.

"What are you doing?" came a voice from behind her.

"Oh, I just got bored so I started walking around." Airashii lied.

"Whatever." Hikari said. "What happened there?"

"Oh, it was amazing! This one guy in a bartender outfit just single-handedly took out this gang of about twenty! He was so awesome!" Airashii said joyfully.

"Really? … Wait did you say 'bartender outfit'?" Hikari asked her enthusiastic sister.

"Yeah. I just have to know who he is." Airashii said with sparkling eyes.

"Shizuo Heiwajima." Hikari answered.

"Shizuo … Heiwajima? How do you … Oh, right, Izaya-san." Airashii said. "He knows everything doesn't he."

"Orihara and Heiwajima are die hard enemies. They hate each other." Hikari said walking away from Airashii.

"Nee-chan?"

"What?"

"I think Shizuo is the one." Airashii said quietly.

"You don't even know him. Besides he's dangerous." Hikari said.

"So is Izaya-san but you let me near him." Airashii pouted.

"Not long enough for him to hurt you and I never let you two out of my sight. Orihara is dangerous." Hikari said.

"Well that's not a very nice thing to say behind someone's back." came a new voice.

The sisters turned to see none other than Izaya Orihara.

"Hello Orihara." Hikari said with her usual flat tone. "Airashii go home. Don't get hurt and please just stay there."

"Fine. You know one day I'm going to go wherever I want." Airashii stomped her foot.

"Just go." Hikari said.

"Goodbye, Love-chan." Izaya waved. "It was nice to see you again."

"Same here Izaya-san. Bye." Airashii waved back.

Airashii was always to naïve to understand the dangers of the world, she had the sense that everything was amazing and wonderful. But she did know when there was trouble and she knew when to stay away. She learned that the hard way from Hikari.

Airashii went straight to her apartment. She even pasted by a clothes store with the cutest outfit, in the window, that she had ever seen.

Once in her room she laid down on the floor with a single pillow and closed her eyes. It was very late and she was exhausted. The minute her eyes shut the first thing in her head was seeing Shizuo fighting all those gang members. The way her mind saw it, he moved with the grace of a majestic horse and the power of a firing shotgun. But he physically looked the same. There was nothing about him Airashii wanted to change. Well maybe one thing. She wanted him to have her on his arm.