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A girl with the black hair skipped her way across the roof tops of Ikebukuro. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail by a single red ribbon. She wore a simple white shirt and a blue jacket combined with matching skirt. Her white ear buds were in place and she hummed her favorite song, song which was sung to her ever since she was a little baby.
Oh boys and girls!
Come fort, come fort!
I'll show you something incredible, something unique.
You never saw anything like that.
And I can assure you in that.
She was searching for her prey on the tall city buildings. Her little pet, whom she left to fend for himself was now getting to see her again. It will be fun.
Oh boy and girls!
Come fort, come fort!
Do not fright of the dark that lurks around,
For over soon, all will be,
Trust me, trust me.
She was sixteen years old, but passion which her blue eyes held for what she did was eternal, older than her. For that sick passion did run in the "family".
Oh boys and girls!
Come fort, come fort!
It will be wild, it will be fun.
Come down to our circus.
See are show, enjoy our show, become our show.
She had no real family, no blood relatives that she could think of, but the women that took her in was enough for her. It was that women that opened the door of strange to Ryana Aisha. She showed her the way, the way to bend all the rules, escape from every punishment for every crime committed.
Oh boy and girls.
You are falling asleep.
Faster and faster the clock rocks.
Left and right, right and left.
Until you're under my spell.
The woman implanted that sick interest in torture into her mind. And Aisha did not mind. It was fun to watch them squirm.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Silent and deadly.
You should have not listened to me.
For you're life is now mine to play with.
Oh boys and girls say goodby.
And her newest toy was double the fun. He was one of them, well almost, but still. He loved to watch people squirm just like she did. She loved him with that sick love that was released upon her once pure heart.
Don't take candy from the stranger boy and girls.
Or the stranger might just eat you up.
Like I will do right now.
Tick tock, tick tock; goes the clock.
Drip drop, drip drop; falls your blood.
It was so fun to break him, so fun to see those tears finally come out. She knew that he was afraid. Afraid of her and only her. She loved that.
Good bye, good bye.
The whisper comes,
From the lips of the walking dead.
Good bye, good bye.
For you are mine now.
She is going to destroy him.
Izaya Orihara made his way through Ikebukuro, feeling a lot better then he did that morning. It was a miracle what a little messing around with people's lives could do to his mood. It felt good to be in control once again, it felt good not to be so weak and helpless anymore. Having control back over his own life made him able to think straight again.
Okay, he certainly was in quite a bad situation, but the girl got to him the first time only because he had his guard down and was not expecting an attack. He should have known better and be prepared, but who ever saw something like that coming from a puppy eyed, seemingly lost little girl? He cursed himself for billionth time, because he of all people should have seen it coming, he was an expert after all. But when she comes this time it will be different, he will be ready. And he will break free from her.
"I-ZA-YA!"
He smiled turning around at the sight of the blond bartender throwing a vending machine his way. He dodged with ease, glad that his reflexes were still in place. The smiled towards Shizuo one more time. This was good. Outwitting Shizuo once again will serve well to get the rest of his confidence back.
"I told you to stay out of Ikebukuro, you damn flea!" Shizuo yelled taking a grab on the nearest stop sign.
"Oh, Shizu-chan, why so mean. And here I was thinking that you missed me~ I guess I was wrong, ne?" He grinned taking out his switch blade.
"Shut the hell up and die!" Shizuo growled throwing the stop sign his way.
Izaya chuckled loudly, ready for the fun to commence, unaware of the lingering presence of danger that observed him patiently.
"That's it kitty, play with your friends while you can. Once I come down, I want you all for myself."
Author's notes: I anybody is reading this please review, it makes me extra happy.