I carefully stepped out of the train and onto the platform of the train station. I carried a small black suitcase in both of my hands. The wind whipped by and blew my long dark brown hair to the right. I smiled and inhaled the scent of Ikebukuro's air. I felt so relaxed and happy to be back in the city I grew up in. I started walking away from the train and the up the steps, into the crowded streets of the city. With the smile still gracing my lips, I glanced around my surroundings. People scurried across the sidewalk and the streets, trying to get where they need to go. I wasn't in a rush. I walked alongside the sidewalk, soon passing by Raira Academy. The high school I graduated from. I stood in front of the gates, surprised that it hasn't changes since I enrolled into it, though I only graduated a few years ago. I graduated when I was eighteen. Now I am twenty-two. I started walking away from the school, so no one would think I was suspicious. I remember my first day at Raira Academy. Back then I was such a misunderstood student and often called a delinquent. In my last few years of elementary school and all throughout middle school, I got into fights with other classmates. I was going through tough times then. My parents were constantly fighting and arguing, soon got a divorce, so I had to live with my mother, but she got into a fatal accident. I was forced to live with my father after that, where he abused me every night. I would often come to school with bruises and cuts on my body. I didn't feel like dealing with school and people at that time.
I walked up towards the gates of Raira Academy. I wasn't impressed at how it looked. Everything from my point of view looked dull and boring. Students walked pass the gates and into the school building, socializing with their peers. My mouth emitted a tired yawn as I slowly walked up towards and inside the school building. I searched for my shoe locker, took off my casual shoes, took out the required ones, and placed my shoes into the locker once I found my number. I grabbed my brown, leather, school, and handbag and walked to my homeroom class, but once I did, I saw a flash of yellow and white, before I bumped into somebody. I groaned as I was pushed back.
"Watch where you're goin', you clumsy bastard!" I snapped at the person who bumped into me as I glared up at him.
Short blonde hair
Fierce and angry dark brown eyes
Tall athletic fit body
He only stifled a scoff at me.
"You should do the same." He growled back at me.
Both of his hands were stuck inside his pants pocket and his fierce brown eyes glared down at me.
"Whatever, I ain't got to do nothin'. Just don't bump into me next time." I warned him as I pushed passed him, not looking him in the eyes.
I strolled into my homeroom class casually, not looking at any of my classmates in the eyes. I decided to sit in the desk in the back of the class. I didn't want a lot of attention from my classmates and my teacher. I wanted to be ignored as much as possible. I leaned back on my chair and rested my crossed legs on top of the desk. My arms embraced the back of my head as I shut my eyes closed. I felt calm and relaxed, until I felt someone sit on top of my desk, next to my legs. I then shot open my eyes to glare into reddish brown ones. A guy with dark spiky hair had a chesire like smirk on his lips as he stared down at me.
"What do you want?" I snapped at him.
I already didn't like this guy. He had a dark, evil aura around him. He didn't seem very trustworthy.
"You must be new here. My name is Izaya Orihara~." He introduced himself as he held out his hand.
"I'm Haruka Junko." I simply introduced myself, ignoring his outstretched hand.
"I know. You're Haruka Junko, born and raised in this city of Ikebukuro. You had loving parents, a mother, who was a doctor and a father, who was lawyer, though they divorced a couple years ago. Resulting in death of both parents."
I didn't widen my eyes; instead I sent a harsher glare his way. The smirk on his lips only curved more.
"How did you know that? Have you been stalking me or something?" I asked him, not really caring.
"No, of course not, my dear. I'm an informant broker. I know everything about everyone~."
"That screams stalker to me." I told him.
His lips emitted a small chuckle.
"Cute, my dear~."
He was about to say something, until the blonde I met earlier walked into the room and growled at Izaya and sitting in the desk in front of me.
"That's my cue to go. I hope to hang out more with you~."
He gave me a wink, before he walked away and out of class.
I forced down a blush and kept a straight face.
Was this guy flirting with me?
I shrugged away the thought from my head.
That was the first time I met Shizuo and Izaya. It wasn't a very pleasant meeting for Shizuo and me. We didn't really get along for a while after that, but for Izaya, we got along at first I guess. I still couldn't trust him. Him knowing all about me when we just met made him even more suspicious. I walked down Sunshine 60, feeling so nostalgic. I actually missed being this lively city.
Huge winds, followed by a loud crash and screams from bystanders came suddenly. I closed my eyes tightly to block out the dirt the wind was blowing in my face. I was being pushed back by people running away. I opened my eyes to see a huge truck flying towards me. I quickly dodged it by about an inch by doing a back flip. Thank God, I haven't lost any of my moves. I stared at the truck that crashed into the sidewalk, creating a large crater.
What the fuck? Was I being targeted?
A flash of brown and yellow ran by me quickly, causing me to blink a couple of times. I stared at the two in front of me as I turned around.
Dark brown hair
A dark coat with a furry hood
"Izaya?" I thought.
Spiky blonde hair
A bartender's outfit
"Is that Shizu-chan?" I thought again.
"Get back here Izaya!"
"That is Shizu-chan! I'll recognize his voice anywhere."
He grabbed a stop sign and ripped it off its hinges. He carried it in his right hand and chased after Izaya again.
The first time I see them in a few years and they still haven't changed.