Project Title: Three Years
Couple: Orihara Izaya/OC
Rated As: Rated T.
Summary:
No way in hell for THREE YEARS will I be with him, not even if I was dying. Orihara Izaya/OC.
Prologue
THREE years.
THREE freakin' goddamn years!
Three years I have to put up with living him: my grade, middle, and high school bully, Orihara Izaya. Thanks a lot, Dad!
Note the sarcasm.
I DO NOT- and I repeat DO NOT- want to spend three years with the male who tormented me for THIRTEEN years- straight.
I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT WANT TO SPEND THREE YEARS WITH ME WHILE YOU AND MOM ARE HELPING SHINICHI! I'M THE YOUNGEST DAMMIT!
"Mou, Tsu-chan," I heard his voice whine. "Hurry up and get out before I drag you out~!"
"Go to hell!" I shouted before cringing at the nickname he gave me, "And don't call me that dammit! My name is Housho Tsubaki, not Tsu-chan, Orihara," I added.
I felt slender arms wrapped around my waist and began to easily drag out of the taxi. I yelped with surprise and threw my arms out, trying to grab something. A hot breath hit my left ear, making me flinch.
"Still the same person, Tsu-chan," Orihara declared with a low voice into my ear.
I felt blood rush into my cheeks as I squealed. If there was one thing I hated about Orihara, it was that he knew almost everything about me. His title does not connect with this. It was because he caused me living hell.
He knew what I was allergic to, what I was sensitive to, who I used to like, what I was weak to, what I feared, and et cereta. It pisses me off!
My weak spot is my ears. No matter how you look at it, he will tend to use it against me so that is one of the reasons I don't want to be here.
Thanks a lot, Dad.
Note the freaking sarcasm.