A/N: Next week I'm going to Ireland for vacation, so just to warn you, I probably won't have access to a 'real' computer. Thank you so much for reviews! They always make me feel happy inside. XD

Shizuko's POV

"I'm sooo hungry," I muttered, and my stomach was growling at the same freaking time, as if to prove my point. "Stupid flea made me miss dinner." I surprised myself by remembering the name I gave him. But maybe it's because it suits him so much. But that's not the point here! I'm still starving! So I take a quick walk to the kitchen to see my options. Cereal, hotcakes, or just milk. No need to say, I went with the quickest most filling option. Cereal.

I was like a whiz around that kitchen. Grabbed a bowl, poured in cereal, poured in milk, grabbed a spoon, and set everything at the table. I ate sloppily, but what can I say? I was hungry. I checked the clock I have on the wall and practically wailed when I saw the time. I had to get to work in less than twenty-five minutes. And I may not personally care about what people see me like, but I still have some kind of dignity.

So I quickly,but carefully, stripped my clothes from yesterday and climbed in the shower. I decided to keep the shower simple to save time, then wrapped a towel around my chest and brushed my teeth. Not bothering to properly dry my hair, I ran to my bedroom and started putting on my clothes. You might not think it, after hearing how quickly I went through all of that, but I was actually looking pretty good in my slacks and dress shirt. Final touches were a black vest and loose bow-tie.

Just had to slip on shoes and go to meet Tom, my employer. If you're wondering about the bartender's suit I'm wearing, I got a bunch of them back when I was a bartender, from my little brother Kasuka, and when Tom offered me a job, it was the nicest thing I had to wear, plus the closest to an actual suit. I texted Tom with my little red phone, asking where he wanted to meet. He replied saying 'In front of Russia Sushi.'

I had about five minutes, so there was no need to run, but I still sprinted the first hundred yards. Hey, I may be twenty-three and single, but I'm still fit. Okay, that wasn't necessary. Now I'm thinking about how I'm still single and virgin in every way, and that leads to me thinking about why I'm still single, and then on to how much I hate m—stop! Thinking about these things never makes for a good day, seeing as I'm in a bad mood already. Those people are gonna be sorry they didn't pay their debts.

When I got to Russia Sushi, it was a miracle that there were still people on the streets, because they obviously saw the 'steam' coming off of me. Or maybe I just looked scarier than usual. I was too angry to properly think just then, so I wasn't sure. When Tom finally arrived, the streets were cleared along with the shop, Simon was telling me I was scaring off customers and should eat sushi, and I was fuming. Except there wasn't anyone to direct my temper at, so it was just getting worse. Tom seemed to sense this, so he hurriedly told me where the first person lived.

It was the end of my shift, and my temper had finally started to simmer down. But apparently the calm life wasn't meant for me. I tried to stay calm, I really did. But there was something about that guy, maybe the way I could smell him way before I could see him, that bugged the crap out of me. It wasn't anger per se, but maybe a desire to show off? But that was silly and stupid, and it was never something that worked for me because it either scared away or made jealous whoever I was showing off for. But the urge was there, nonetheless, and it made me angry how this guy messed with my head. So when he walked around that corner with a smirk on his face, I lost it.

I went for the nearest object, which just so happened to be a lamp pole, and chucked it at Izaya. He dodged at the last second, but I could tell he was either playing with death, or showing off his speed. I guessed the former. It just seemed to be his personality, like he didn't have anything tying him down to Earth, nothing to hold close or love. And for a second there, I pitied him. But the pity soon cleared itself away, as the flea brought out his weapon of choice, a switch blade. And of course he went straight for my chest. For a second I thought that he could be aiming for the kill while I dodged and threw a street sign, but then I thought about my being a woman, and what my chest would be to men.

So I screamed the most obvious thing to me. "PERVERT!" I looked behind me to where I thought he was, but was surprised to see he wasn't there. Still running, I looked forward and noticed two things too late. Firstly, one of my discarded poles was directly where my feet were heading, and there was no way I wasn't going to trip. Second, for some reason the flea was lying right where I would fall. Like I said before, it was too late to do anything, even though it seemed to happen in slow motion.

I tripped over the pole, and stretched out my arms to dull the fall. My body aligned with the louse's, and with my arms on the ground on either side of his head, I shared my first kiss, my chest pressing against his. We lay there a moment, as if afraid to break contact, cause even though I was technically the one in control, he didn't make any move to protest. We stared into each other's eyes, both pairs wide with surprise, until I realized the entirety of the situation. And before the flea could blink, I rapidly moved several feet away, my face flushing red with embarrassment.

Seeming to regain his witty personality, the STUPID FLEA TURNED MY FIRST KISS INTO A JOKE! By saying, of course, "Wow, Shizu-chan… I didn't know you were that forward!"

Shizuko: Pervert! Why'd you go straight for my chest?!

Izaya: I couldn't help myself, that's what I always do with Shizuo.

Shizuo: I'm not even in this story, leave me out of it!

Me: Calm down guys! Please review so these three will stop fighting! (bows repeatedly)