Orihara Izaya would admit that he was curious, he wanted to see what kind of teenager Ryugamine Mikado was. He didn't come to Ikebukuro for this reason alone of course, but when he saw Kida Masaomi walking happily with a wide-eyed innocent boy next to him, the man couldn't help himself.

He watched them from a distance as they met Simon, who of course offered the two boy's sushi. Izaya's red eyes focused solely on Mikado who looked shocked, to say the least, his uncertainty was obvious as he awkwardly hurried after his friend once the interaction was over.

Ryugamine Mikado, huh? Izaya thought to himself. The last remaining Founder and Admin of the Dollars. He followed the two teenagers, his eyes following their every move. It was easy for Izaya to sink into the crowd if he wanted too.

Izaya almost grew bored watching the teens, though it was interesting to see Mikado's face when he was lost in thought, it seemed to lose some of that innocent spark and the older man guessed that his thoughts were less cute than he appeared to be. Izaya smirked, he'd make his move now.

Masaomi surely wouldn't take his presence well but the blond teen held no interest for Izaya at that moment. The man walked towards the teenagers, his walk effortless, though still holding a degree of intimidation.

"Hey." Izaya's voice was clear and crisp and seemed to cut through the noise of the busy street around them, two teens turned around to face the man.

Masaomi's face was a mixture of fear and disgust but Izaya paid no mind. He was more focused on Mikado who was looking over his entire being with his big blue eyes. Izaya's own eyes looked back at Masaomi though it was hard to appear to be interested in him with Mikado looking at him with such fascination.

"Nice to see you again, Kida Masaomi-kun." Izaya greeted with his usual smile, the blond teen's face twisted as he replied shakily. Mikado took notice, his blue eyes swirling with thoughts.

"Is that a Raira Academy uniform? So you got in. First day of school? Congrats." it was clear in his voice that Izaya wasn't really interesting in Masaomi's school life.

He continued his banter with the blond teen before his eyes turned to his true interest, "And who's this?" Red met blue as Izaya locked eyes with Mikado, the teen looked up at him in what seemed to be curiosity.

His eyes are like endless pits, kind of like the ocean. Izaya found himself thinking, it was surprisingly hard to pull his eyes away from the teen and back to Masaomi who looked panicked.

"Er, he's just a friend!" but Izaya took no notice of this and turned to face Mikado fully his smirk growing, his eyes once again locking with the teens.

"Orihara Izaya. Nice to meet you." He all but purred, Mikado's eyes flashed with recognition at his name and Izaya could see everything click into place for the boy. Kida must have said something about me, my, I feel honoured. Izaya thought amused. Mikado's eyes looked over him once again.

"I'm Ryugamine Mikado." The teen gave the man a small bow which made Izaya's smirk widened even more.

"Sounds like an air-conditioner." He said, his voice didn't really show his amusement making sound more like a statement. But upon reading the teen's name for the first time, it was his first thought, so it was fitting to say now.

Mikado looked surprised but not insulted and he opened his mouth to say something but Izaya lifted his hand.

"Well, it's time for my meeting, I gotta go." He said glancing at Mikado one more time before turning and walking away.

He didn't really want to leave, he was quite curious about what Mikado would have said back to him. But he couldn't really stand up his poor suicidal play toys could he? He would have plenty of time to fuel his growing interest in Ryugamine Mikado another time.

He seemed quite ordinary looking but those eyes of his sure are something. Izaya thought as he stepped through the automatic doors of the karaoke parlour.

It was a shame but it seemed his hobby of playing with suicide people was not as amusing today as it had been in times before. In fact, he found it hard to even care about what he was doing, his mind kept wandering the blue-eyed boy he'd met earlier.

He forced himself to take some interest as the two woman started to become increasingly upset and angry with him. Silence soon followed as the drugs kicked in and the women collapsed unconscious.

"Finally." He murmured dragging out the two large suitcases from under the table.

The door opened and Izaya grinned at the newcomer, Celty Sturluson.

"Ah Courier-san, fancy lending me a hand?" he asked cheerfully and the woman only shook the helmet that acted as her head and helped him.

It was midnight by the time they'd gotten the suitcases to the privacy of South Ikebukuro Park, there were no lights at their location but Izaya's eyes adjusted well.

[You just want me to leave them here at the park?] The woman asked through the screen of her PDA. Izaya nodded happily.

"Normally I'd do something a little more interesting - make some money but I'm tired of all that." He grinned cheerfully.

Celty held out her PDA again, [Tired? You?] She asked in disbelief.

"It's not a very effective way of getting rich." The informant shrugged, their banter continued for some time as Celty confirmed no trouble would come from this job, their conversation ended with a message from the dullahan that made Izaya chuckle,

[You make me sick.]

Izaya walked away from the scene, the women's names, he couldn't even remember. Why would he bother to remember something so useless? He couldn't even remember what they looked like.

Overall, Izaya considered his day in Ikebukuro a good one. His walk home a slight spring in it. His thoughts were now on different things, the true identity of his seemingly inhuman mute courier and the group called the Dollars who had been the center of many rumours as of late.

Something big was coming, the informant could feel it in his bones. "I can't wait. I can't wait. There's so much to this town I still don't know, everyday something is new." he exclaimed joyfully throwing his arms in the air with a huge smile.

"This is why I can't live anywhere but here! I love people! I just love human beings! I love them! Which is why they should love me back!" he exclaimed cheerfully to the empty street, his hand reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone, his eyes narrowed as his smirk widened.

"Don't you agree, Ryugamine Mikado~?" he purred to the candid photo of the teen he'd taken earlier, his red eyes sparkling as they reflected the photo.

"Hmm." Orihara Izaya let out a noise somewhat a mixture of a purr and a hum as he stared at the profile he had made for Ryugamine Mikado. It was full of every little drop of information the man had been able to find on the teen, there wasn't much he didn't know. He stared at the photo at the top of the page, losing himself in thought.

I know everything, his family, what middle and elementary school he attended, his hobbies, his favourite foods, his medical history…everything I could possibly find is right here in front of me so why don't I feel even remotely satisfied?

Sure, I've always been interested in him ever since he created the Dollars, I knew he'd be one to watch when he came to Ikebukuro but I didn't expect him to be this fascinating.

I know everything I can about him but it's not enough, why did seeing him in person make such a difference? He's not unusual at all, he's overly average actually, nothing special that makes him stand out…

Maybe that's it, everything about him is painfully ordinary, but those eyes seemed so deep, there's more to him, I just know it. This research is barely the surface, to find out his true nature…

"I need to do it in person." Izaya realised suddenly.

"I need to get close to Ryugamine Mikado to get inside this mind." He smiled excitedly,

"I'll find out everything! Everything about him will be in my hands and then surely I will be satisfied!" the man exclaimed leaping out of his chair, his arms wide as if he were addressing the city outside his window but he stopped, his eyes narrowed.

Izaya looked at himself in the reflection of the window, it was still dark outside though in a few hours the sun would rise. "I want him." He told his reflection in the window.

"I want him." He repeated his smiling growing into a laugh,

"Yes, I'll make him mine. That's all there is to it. If I make him mine then everything will be revealed. I will find out everything I want to know and more. And when I get bored of him, I'll throw him away just like everyone else."

How fun! How can I do this? Izaya thought giddy twirling around the room on his toes.

Ah, how can I make this naive teenager into putty in my hands I wonder? Do I aim for an older brother type relationship or something a little more…exciting? He laughed deviously.

"Yes! Perfect, this will surely cure my boredom!" he exclaimed with a grin, "I'll take everything he has and make him mine."

He spun around again laughing excitedly. It had been a while since he'd been a player in his own games, it would be an enjoyable game too.

All he had to do was seduce the cute and innocent Ryugamine Mikado and everything would fall into his hands.

Izaya licked his lips in anticipation, he couldn't wait to begin.

This story will update on a weekly basis.

So, to be continued next week.