Spoiler warning: 7th volume
Tweezers are scary
"So I guess I got on your bad side somehow?" Izaya asked, his hand trembling from holding the switchblade under the persistent pressure of a ballistic knife he'd blocked centimeters from his face. "You've even involved Slon and made him set up a meeting with me to ambush me. You're really quite impressive."
"Please refrain from saying unnecessary things." The blond girl in a biker suit looked at him calmly and seriously.
Izaya used the opportunity to sweep her legs from under her, pushing her knife away when she lost her balance. A stinging sensation burnt her cheek.
She pressed her hand to the cut. Blood stained the white glove of her bodysuit. She took her gun out, verifying with a glance that the silencer was there, and pointed it at the back of Izaya's head.
"I will shoot you if you move a single step more." She declared. "I am a girl so there is no need for me to consider not shooting another man in the back of his head."
Izaya stopped even though he'd managed to run quite a long distance away in the few seconds of her disorientation.
She started walking in his direction, her aim not wavering off his head.
"You can speak Russian, you know." He offered even as the gun was pressed to the back of his skull.
"You could have slit my throat." She pointed out in a perfectly neutral voice.
"But you're the assassin here, Vorona. I'm just an informant. I don't go around slitting people's throats."
"I will kill you." She declared in a voice that made him weak in the knees. Even as she was holding a gun to his head it was difficult to ignore that she was hot, blond and Russian.
"And what have I done to warrant your wrath?" He inquired.
"You're messing with my senpai."
"Oh my... You mean Shizu-chan? Jealous much?"
"Do you think I'm joking?" She sounded offended.
"So? What am I to do? I can't make your boyfriend stop obsessing over me, if that's what you want... Uh... That hurt."
Looking down, he was pretty much sure the knife suddenly embedded in his side had missed his kidney by mere milimeters.
"He's not my boyfriend or anything of the sort. But please stay away from him from now on." Vorona warned him even as the pain made him fall to his knees. "You want to kill him, right? You don't have to worry. I will slaughter him myself. Please don't interfere."
She hid the gun and knelt down to remove the knife from Izaya's side, ignoring his scream of pain. Then she left in a hurry on her motorbike so as not to be late for work.
"What happened to your face, Vorona?" Shizuo asked her when she arrived, already changed into casual clothes, with a book in Russian in her hand.
She touched the cut on her cheek she'd forgotten all about in her hurry.
"I have made a vicious move with my tweezers while depilating my eyebrows."
Shizuo didn't seem to understand her explanation. Therefore he accepted it without further questions.