"Who and what the fuck are you?" I heard the blond brute say. I continued to stare at him with my wide eyes. Fuck, I had to trip and fuck up, didn't I? I knew I had to think of something fast though. If I don't, who knows what would happen to me? I might end up either mounted to the wall like a damn trophy, or used as target practice. Neither would I enjoy.

So, I said the fastest thing I could come up with; "Um, Ich bin deutsche?" And with that, I received a hard kick to the face.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" I quickly raised my hand to caress the spot that was unfortunately affected from the force of the hard kick that was sent to me beforehand. Seriously, what the hell was the man's problem? Hey, I may be a half demon with a damn tail to prove it, but that doesn't mean you go and knock my face in with your foot.

"Hn, so you can understand me? Well, answer my damn question, ya freak." I glanced up at him and glared at the word 'freak'. He may be handsome physically, but personality wise, he is about as hot as a hippo with a wig they bought at a thrift store.

"Who am I? Well, my name is Izaya. What am I? I don't know, what the fuck does it look like?" He gave me a hard glare, and started to reel back his leg for another strike. "Okay, okay! I'm half human, half fox demon. You happy?" He lowered his foot back down to the ground.

He continued to look down on me with an angry gaze. He stood like that over me for what seemed like hours, until he held out a hand.

I raised my eyebrow at it. What did he want me to do with it? Give him a manicure? Give it a sombrero and teach it to do the Jarabe Tapatío? I'm so confused.

"Aren't you gonna take it? I'm trying to help you, ya know." He said with a slightly irritated voice. I blushed a bit at that.

Oh, so that's what he wants to do. He was trying to help me up onto my feet. Well that makes more sense. I sat up and reached my right hand out to his. He took it, and hoisted my up so I was on my feet. And then, that's when I knew, I fucked up.

His eyes went from my face, right down to my hand. But, the thing is, my hand was still bloody from my god damned victim that's probably still in the woods where I left it. The image of her mangled body flashed into my eyes. I could still picture the blood pooling around her body into a puddle. I could still see the gaping hole in her chest were my hand pierced her heart. Worst of all, I could still imagine the look of utter horror right at the moment I took away her life.

My eyes looked at my still bloodied hand, and then at his face. His eyes started to widen as well. Shit, now he knew. I had to get out of here. I can't just stand here and let him know about my killings, and my sociopathic mind. I ripped my hand from his grasp, and started to turn away.

But, a hand then grabbed onto the back of my arm. The strength of the grip made me stop from running away. I stopped in tracks, and stood still. I didn't want to turn around or move in fear of what he might do to me.

"So," I heard his deep, rich voice begin. I jumped a little at it, but kept facing forward. "What is that red stuff you have on your hand?" Shit, he had to ask that. I continued to stay still and face forward, refusing to udder a single word.

His grip then tightened on my arm. The force of it made me wince. Seriously, what the hell did this guy do to gain such strength?

"Well, aren't you gonna answer me?" He asked me once more. I couldn't do anything as my throat started to tighten as if I was going to cry. I sucked it all in though, and took a deep breath in. I had to lie to him. I couldn't let the one person I met without them screaming at me to think of me as a cold-hearted murderer. So, I just came up with something off the top if my head.

"The red you see is just juice from some berries I found and ate. They were quite delicious." I lied with a calm, smooth tone. I went silent once again, and waited for his response. Hopefully he bought it.

"How much of a messy eater do you have to be for your hands to be stained in what you just ate?" He commented. It took a moment to take in what he just said, but when it did, I whipped my head around and glared. A blush started to form back onto my face once more.

"W-what?! It's not like I'm always a messy eater! It's just that the berries I ate were quite juicy!" I argued back. Wow, for a lie, this was really getting personal.

I yanked my harm from his grasp, and started to walk towards the bushes where I tripped from. As I made my way to them, I turned back to the man named Shizuo, "I have to go now, but I hope we don't meet again." I joked, but in reality, I really wanted to see him again. But, I kept that a secret.

He gave me a weird look, and squinted his eyes at me like he needed to see me better. "Wait a second," he started. I raised my eyebrow. "Do you really think I'm just going to meet a half fox-half human being, and just let it go like Elsa from frozen? Um, hell no."

He then grabbed onto my arm once more. "You're gonna stay with me."

My eyes widened like saucers. Huh, he was going to what? A felt another blush started to crawl up my neck.

"I'm going to do what, exactly?" I asked in confusion. Shizuo looked at me like I was an idiot.

"What do you mean, are you stupid or something? Like I said before, I'm gonna keep you with me because there is no way in hell I'm going to let you run off. Besides, your appearance matches the description of the 'mad demon' that apparently murders people. Do you know how much money I could make off of you?"

I, again, felt my heart drop, and my chest sink in. So, all he wants me for is to make money? Oh, hell no, in no way shape or form am I letting that happen.

I started to struggle to get out of his tight grip. I punched, kicked, and even scratched him to get free from the confines of his hand [A/N if you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I'm so sorry], but his strength kept me from doing so.

That's when I finally got the chance to kick him in the head. Hard.

His gripped loosened, and that gave me the chance to free my arm. I started to back up to the forest in fear as I saw him standing there with his hair covering his eyes and not moving. I was about to turn and make a run for it, when I saw Shizuo start to run towards me with his fist raised.

The last thing I saw and felt before I passed out, was a punch to my face.

-AnS-

Sorry the ending was a little rushed! I just really wanted to get this chapter done so I could post it. I hope you liked it!

Please review, it is much appreciated!

Also, sorry about all of the 'humor' and stuff. I just really want to write this story with a lot of my personality within it.