Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! I do own my OCs though and any unrecognizable characters in the story.
Well, I'm looking out at you obscured by the stand-up arcade
And the sound of the descendants.
Your smile reminds me of switchblades and infidelity.
Walking out on the show is walking out on you
And walking out on you's still the best thing that I ever did.
-Switchblades And Infidelity - Fall Out Boy
CHAPTER 2
Switchblades And Infidelity
March 2007
Heiwajima Shizuo was most certainly one of a kind. The unique way in which his brain seemed to work was not only fascinating but also unpredictable as it was and Momoko could not help but keep an eye on him from time to time. But then again who wouldn't feel intrigued by someone whose short temper guaranteed great entertainment when it came to watching his fights. But even his temper was unpredictable and that was something that only made her wonder what he was thinking. But not just that, for it also made her realize something that was way funnier than it should be.
For, Heiwajima Shizuo was so simple that it made him more unique than the rest of earth's population. His mood swings were as random as they got, providing the needed unpredictableness that often came in handy when facing larger groups. And maybe that was the reason that caused her to view him from a completely different angle. From an angle that shouted 'innocent'.
Shizuo longed for a normal, peaceful life, without fights, gang activities, murders and most certainly a life without Orihara Izaya. Shizuo was innocent and pure and so as soon as he was framed in for a crime that he couldn't possibly commit even though every piece of proof lead to him, she knew he once again was more innocent than anyone she knew. It also proved that someone else she knew was incapable of changing. And so she helped Heiwajima get out. But at what cost?
"Izaya!" The girl shouted, walking into the young man's house. She didn't bother to knock, knowing that the raven haired sociopath didn't deserve her respect. Walking deeper into the dim lighted place she noticed a few yet to be packed. Was he moving out? She also noticed that his parents weren't home, as per usual. The twins seemed to be out as well.
"Ah! Momo-chan, I'm glad to see yo-"
"Save it, you asshole!" She didn't give him time to finish, as she cut him off, her eyes narrowing at the sight of him. Izaya smirked, more to himself than anyone in particular, before standing up from his chair as he made his way up to Momoko.
"You're pushing your luck today, Momo-chan," He said it as if he was talking about the weather but both of them knew that the intentions behind his words were far away from innocent ones. For Orihara Izaya's intentions were almost always sick and without exaggerating as one would simply call them 'bad'.
"Being associated with people like you doesn't provide any luck, anyway" She answered, her eyes never leaving his nearing figure. He could attack her any minute and so she had to be as ready and careful as always. "I would actually say that people like you bring normal people like me bad luck," Her voice was low but somehow Izaya didn't find it threatening in any way as a smile spread itself on his handsome face.
"But Momo-chan," He placed both of his hands on her shoulders as he looked her in the eyes. "You're nowhere near normal" The smirk on his face never wavered and she fought the urge to wipe it off of his face, herself. Izaya seemed to notice her internal fight as he simply sighed, placing one of his hands at the small of her back as he guided her.
"Come in" His voice came out chipper than usual and she couldn't help but wonder what made him think that she would fall for his fake friendliness. "We need to talk"
"About what?" She raised one of her eyebrows, to which the man only smiled.
"About what you did today, of course!" He scoffed and in that moment she knew playing dumb wasn't going to help her in any way.
"I did what I had to" She answered, not bothering to meet his gaze as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Shizuo didn't deserve any of your bullshit" Her words seemed to strike the nerve as a single 'tsk' sound left his mouth.
She knew that annoying Orihara was like walking on thin ice but she wasn't going to apologize either.
"Sometimes I consider hiring someone to kill you" Came his reply.
She smirked up at him, as their eyes met. "Can't you do it yourself?" She raised her eyebrow, the smirk ever so present.
He smirked down at her, copying her mannerisms as he spoke in a low, seductive voice "You know I couldn't." She laughed to herself, seeing through his lies. "But remember, Momoko" The use of her name made her freeze as her laughter died and her eyes widened.
Before she could do anything, Izaya's hand shot upwards pushing her as she quickly found herself stuck between his body and a wall with a knife pressed to her throat. "You still shouldn't have done that" He mused in her ear but she knew better than to show any fear.
"Do it!" She said, through gritted teeth which made him narrow his dark eyes. "I'm sick of your games, Izaya. Do it and free me from having to see your face, everyday" She mocked to which he only scoffed.
"And I thought I meant something to you" He teased, but his voice was far from amused.
"A piece of trash is what you mean to me" She spat as she glared up at him. Nothing happened for a minute and she started wondering whether she really took it too far this time when suddenly the man before her erupted with laughter.
He lowered the knife, taking a few steps back while laughing maniacally to himself to the point where she saw tears in his eyes. Her face showed nothing but disgust toward him as he glanced at her while trying to hold his laughter back.
"I fucking hate you" She murmured to herself before walking right past him as she left, making him lose it again as he laughed until the door closed.
As soon as she left and Izaya was yet again left completely to himself, his laughter died in an instant. His face was unreadable and even he himself wasn't sure if he would be able to read it if he were to look at himself in the mirror. His eyebrows furrowed and his nose scrunched giving him that concentrated look, but at this point, he was everything but concentrated.
His thoughts seemed to dart in thousand different directions at the same time and for once, he was glad that unlike most of his fragile humans it didn't give him a migraine. Unable to stand still the informant paced back and forth in front of his window, finally stopping at some point as he pressed his forehead to the cool glass. It was so unlikely him and yet so very natural to the young man.
He was annoyed. Not only by her stubbornness and Shizuo's stupidity but also by the fact that things used to be so much easier, so much more interesting and despite the fact that the challenge of breaking her was still facing him, he couldn't help but miss the good old days when everything was simply 'more'.
And so he let his mind wander, replaying the past events in his head as if he was watching a movie until it took him to one particular day when everything took a drastic turn.
July 5th 2005
Three days after the incident with Inoue-sensei the most unexpected thing happened. Momoko woke up late that day and even Shinra wasn't there to wake her up so as soon as she arrived at school the news about a certain teacher were already spread and discussed by almost every student.
At first, it all seemed like a bad dream to her, but as soon as she saw Orihara's smirk and his unnerving eyes as he observed her from the roof, she knew that the reality was far worse than any nightmare her mind was able to create. The anger and the blood pulsating in her veins lead her legs to the roof of Raijin Academy as soon as she caught his eyes.
"Izaya!" She screamed with fury in her voice, pushing the door open when she finally made it onto the roof. "YOU BASTARD!" She yelled once again, nearing the boy whose unnerving smirk never wavered.
"Shouldn't you be thanking me, Momo-chan?" His voice came out sounding hurt and teasing at the same time, which only made her angrier. "Inoue-sensei was fired, shouldn't you be thankful? I saved you" He said it in a tone that suggested something more than just that.
"Thank you? For WHAT?! For the fact that everyone knows what he did to me?!" She yelled, pinning him to the nearest wall,which only made him look smug.
"Who said they knew?" His smirk was unbearable but his words made her stop in her tracks. "Sorry to spoil the fun but no one knows" His eyes seemed to penetrate her own and something told her that for once he was telling the truth.
Her eyes narrowed almost immediately. "What's in it for you?" She asked to which he simply laughed.
"Maybe I'm just that nice" He scoffed but his voice dripped with seductiveness as his face neared hers. Without sparing him another moment to piss her off further, she stepped back before sarcastically bowing to him.
"Well thank you for helping a damsel in distress then, Orihara-senpai. You truly are a hero, after all." And with that said, she left, making him burst out with laughter for the first time.
And from that day on, he knew that it was going to take much more than firing an old pedophile to finally break her. For, Miyazawa Momoko wasn't one to give up so easily and neither was the future Devil of Shinjuku. And so he decided to accept the challenge and make her one of his worshippers. For Orihara Izaya was someone who loved a good challenge, but little did he know that the girl who piqued his interest was far more stubborn than any other human being he tried to break.
Walking down the stairs after leaving him on the rooftop felt like walking away after making a deal with the devil. The boy was more than frustrating and the fact that he held himself with such confidence as if he had owned everything and everyone proved successful in annoying her furthermore. But at the same time, he made her feel vulnerable. With his accusing eyes that followed her every move as he looked at her with that irritable smirk that seemed to be always plastered on his face.
She walked down the corridor, walking right past her class without bothering to look inside as she left the building. Momoko missed the surprised look on Shinra's face as she walked by the windows. She also didn't bother to meet the curious eyes of the one and only Heiwajima Shizuo whose gaze followed her until the door closed behind her and her figure disappeared in the distance. She couldn't be bothered by school today and most importantly she couldn't be bothered by him.
How dare he intervene in her life and make it seem as if he were trying to help her?! She was mad. Mad at him for being an asshole, mad at Shinra whose cowardice brought it upon her, mad at Shizuo for interpreting her words wrongly and most importantly mad at herself for not being able to admit that it was all her fault.
Even though she despised the feeling of helplessness and self-pity, she couldn't help but feel sorry for herself as she walked through the streets of Ikebukuro. And how could she not? How could she not drown in her emotion after everything that had happened in these short few days that she came to know any of these people? She knew that it wasn't the end. For everyone in Raijin Academy knew that if Orihara Izaya, the devil's spawn, took an interest in you, you were doomed. Literally and figuratively doomed.
The boy attracted danger to not only himself but also the people whose he chose to surround himself with. And those he picked with such precision it was almost impossible to tell that they were just a part of a game, a mere pawn in the player's hands. And what almost everyone who managed to come in close contact with him knew was the fact that the boy was a magnet for attention as the eyes and ears of thousands blinded souls followed his every move and heard every word he spoke. And that was exactly what Momoko didn't ask for. She truly didn't and yet here she was, wandering the streets of Ikebukuro, ditching her classes while trying to run away from her problems that haven't even truly began.
"GOOD SUSHI! Very good! Just try, you like it!" The deep voice brought her back to reality as she looked to her left, spotting a large, black man with a 'Russian Sushi' sign in his hands.
Without even thinking she stopped in her tracks, eyeing the black man, observing his every movement. His largeness and the foreign looks seemed to do their job in frightening everyone on the street as his voice echoed above the crowds. Some of the passers-by seemed to be trying to run away as soon as they were addressed by the 'Russian Sushi' worker, while some of them politely shook their head and carried on with their daily routines. Momoko wondered whether she should do the same and simply keep walking when suddenly her stomach growled loudly, making her cheeks redden in embarrassment as she looked around hoping that no one had heard it.
She laughed awkwardly to herself while considering whether she should go in and try some 'Russian Sushi', as weird as it sounded. Deciding that while- thanks to Orihara- she had nothing else to lose she sent the large man a fake smile while passing by him as she entered the warmth of the small restaurant.
The place was bathed in dim light and as soon as she entered it she was greeted by the smell of cooking food. She inhaled deeply as a small smile spread itself on her lips. Walking further into the restaurant, her eyes darted to the side, spotting one of Shinra's friends. If not for the fact that it was Kadota, she would have wondered why they were skipping classes. But then again who was she to judge. Kadota glanced up from his plate, his eyes widening ever so slightly as if he was spotted in the middle of a crime scene.
Despite his uncertainty and lack of words, he nodded for her to sit down with him. She sent him a brief smile and a nod before sitting down across from him, not wasting any minute to order her food.
The silence between them would seem unbearable to other, normal people but not to them. The silence that surrounded them reminded Momoko of a warm blanket that comforted her and eased any stress after a long day of work. She did not know if Kadota felt the same way but looking at him from the corners of her eyes he looked peaceful and calm. Neither of them was ever able to describe their relationship and sometimes one of them would go as far as to say that they didn't have any. But in some strange, unique way there was a mutual understanding between them. Momoko wasn't sure whether it was because of the fact that both of them were Shinra's close friends or the fact that they both had something to hide.
As her tray of previously ordered food finally arrived she murmured a quick 'itadakimasu' before grabbing her chopsticks. Both of them felt that there was no need for any words as they sat in comfortable silence. The first one to break it was Momoko as she finally decided to ask him about something she never imagined herself asking.
"You know Orihara, right?" Her voice came out harsher than expected and even Kadota found it hard not to wince at the sound of it. Nonetheless, he nodded his head, taking another bite of his tuna. "Shinra is foolish enough to get involved with Orihara but believe me, you need to stay away from him" Kadota's words echoed through her head and she could not help but wonder what made him feel the need to warn her. In that moment she could not help but wonder whether he got himself involved in something with Orihara in the past.
"It's not that easy," She didn't feel the need to say anything else, knowing that Kadota knew exactly what she meant by that. Her eyes travelled to the windows and for the first time, she's noticed that it was pouring outside. "I...I shouldn't have helped him" The words left her mouth before she could stop herself.
Kadota looked up at her with curiosity in his eyes as he let her continue. "He is more than able to handle himself" She let out a laugh that to him sounded like a cackle. "And the funny part is that I knew he didn't need my help" She shook her head, finally meeting his eyes. "I don't know what I was thinking back then..."
"I could've easily run without having to deal with all of this, but I didn't" Kadota stared at her with curiosity in his dark eyes, before taking yet another bite out of his bowl. Truth be told, he did not know what to say in a situation like this. He never imagined himself trying to comfort someone because of a certain boy with a god-complex. He knew that no words would make her situation any better and so he simply sat there listening to her inner conflicts, nodding from time to time as he too was reminded of his own mistakes.
Firing Inoue-sensei was almost too easy for his liking. All he had to do was make a couple of calls, show the pictures he took of him and Momoko, to the school council and not even a day later after the report was filled the man landed in police custody. Of course, they could not keep him there for long, without Miyazawa's confirmation and any further evidence of Inoue-sensei being a sex offender. The police had yet to contact Momoko and her family for her to fill a report which he doubted she would do. Izaya had a feeling that the girl knew exactly what she had to do but refused because she didn't want to get involved furthermore even though it all began with her in the first place. Then again her family wouldn't be much of a help either. He could merely smirk at that.
But there was something that made his curiosity rise. For Izaya knew that even though the people he contacted held enough power to put the teacher in jail, it still seemed too easy for his liking. The fact that the police didn't even ask for Momoko's confirmation in the case made him smirk with amusement. Noboru must have paid them a lot.
Humans could be so disgusting, he thought to himself as a wide smile spread itself on his face. So disgusting and yet so beautiful and entertaining. Despite the fact that he did not fully understand some of them he couldn't help but find it repulsing and fascinating at the same time. Every human in his oppinion had a potential to betray another. Some were more prone to doing it out of their own selfish reasons or the mere joy of being the winner. Others on the other side did it to keep their loved ones safe. And those were only the two ends of the wide spectrum. There were so many possibilities and Izaya wanted to experience all of them.
Izaya observed her every move as she left the school. He couldn't help but snicker to himself, remembering her angry face. Anger had to be his least fovorite emotion. He liked to see desperation on people's faces, he liked to see them do something unpredictable, somthing reckless. Anger was an emotion that in his opinion could be described as the biggest weakness. For he knew that anger couldn't be controled at times and people unlike him who couldn't hold ther emotions in check, who weren't able to stop themselves and put on a mask, were weak. It was so easy to anger her and yet she was able to quickly compose herself as if nothing had happened, as if remembering that anger wasn't her best option.
What seemed to finally snap him out of his thoughts was a tingling sensation at the back of his head. He turned around, his eyes travelling down to one of the windows of a classroom as his eyes landed on the one and only Heiwajima Shizuo. Shizuo's own eyes were staring back at him as if daring him to do something. And Izaya couldn't oblige so he laughed as hard and as loud as he could. And when he did, all the demons grinned. For Izaya's laugh was the most contagious thing.
Shizuo's eyes narrowed dangerously and a low growl escaped his lips. No one in the classroom seemed to notice his dark aura. No one besides Shinra. The bespectacled boy stared at him with something akin to amazement in his eyes, waiting for the blond to do something.
Later that night she found herself wandering the streets of what had to be the most abnormal district in Tokyo. Not only because Ikebukuro was the place where the legends came to life and gang fights and destruction of vending machines happened on a daily basis but because it was also the place where her story had truly begun.
Kadota had left a while ago after asking her whether she wanted him to walk her home to which she politely refused, saying that she could handle herself better that anyone would've thought. She knew that it wasn't wise to walk alone at night, especially while no one really knew where she was and her phone was dead so she decided to get back home without running into any gang members.
The gang fights had been getting more and more violent and for the past few weeks, they were all over the news. The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance as she walked down the street, passing Sunshíne City on her way. The girl wondered whether Celty and Shinra were worried about her. She felt a pang of guilt in her heart, knowing that it was incredibly unfair to the both of them. Or at least to Celty.
The headless woman that used to be a complete stranger and someone that in her eyes resembled a monster had become not only her best friend but a part of her family. Someone she would trust her life with. Someone who constantly supported her and stayed by her side, no matter what. She truly did not know what she did to deserve someone as genuine and kind as Celty.
"Momo-chan!" Her eyes widened as she was quickly brought back to reality by what had to be the most annoying voice she's ever heard. She cursed herself while turning around, her eyes darting to a black figure walking over to her. Izaya was smiling brightly as he waved at her.
Finally, he came to a halt in front of her. "It's not particularly smart for a teenage girl to walk alone at night, now is it Momo-chan?" He smirked down at her and she couldn't help but find the gesture more unbearable than anything she's ever encountered before. How dare he scold her like that. Just because he was older than her and was delusional enough to think that he owned everything everyone didn't give him the right to order her around. "And not charging your phone, you disappoint me, Momo-chan"
"How did you even-ugh you know what-" She pointed a finger to his chest, pinning him down with her glare. "I don't even want to know"
He let out a laugh at that, mockingly raising his hands in defeat before settling for a small grin that to her seemed to be permanently glued to his face. "Also, I'm aware of that, thank you very much, now if you excuse me-" She walked past him to which he surprisingly obliged. "I need to get home" To her surprise, he stayed quiet while she walked away. Of course, the peace didn't last long as not even after two minutes of walking down the street she's heard the sound of his footsteps behind her.
Choosing to ignore him, she kept walking, refusing to turn around. After what seemed like forever the sound of his annoyingly loud feet hitting the pavement finally managed to get her to snap. Taking a large breath she quickly spun around."Okay, enough you psycho! Are you really just going to follow me ?!" She shouted but her glare and words were met with an empty space in front of her. She looked around confused, for a moment considering the possibilities of finally losing her mind at the hands of Orihara Izaya, whose she knew for a little longer than a week.
"God, I'm going crazy"
Confused she turned around, hoping that the walk home would be quiet from now on when suddenly she bumped into something or rather someone. Her eyes widened for the hundredth time this day before opening her mouth which got quickly covered with a large hand. Momoko could only stare at the demonic boy in front of her who proved to yet again being a psycho. He met her confused gaze as he put a slender finger to his lips signalising for her to stay quiet. Not like she had any choice with his hand on her face.
She grabbed his hand, jerking it off of her face and as far away from her mouth as possible before whisper-shouting at him. "Did you think I was gonna scream, you-" Izaya narrowed his eyes before once again covering her mouth, this time cutting away any chance for her to free herself from his grasp. For someone who didn't have any visible muscles he was surprisingly strong and for the first time, Momoko wondered whether that was the reason why he was the only person who seemed to be able to outrun Heiwajima.
Suddenly she was being picked up and thrown over the demon's shoulder as he darted down the street in what seemed to be an inhuman speed. She was just about to yell at him on the top of her lungs before the sound of a rage-filled voice reached her ears.
"IZAYAAA!" Speaking of the devil. Momoko glanced up, her eyes spotting a large figure running at them in the distance.
"Well hello there, Shizu-chan!" Izaya turned over his shoulder, smirking to himself as he quickened his pace. From the corner of his eye, he saw Momoko staring at Shizuo as if hypnotized by the enraged teenager. Izaya stared at her, memorizing and analysing her face as if she was something he's seen too many times. His nose crinkled in annoyance at the unoriginal reaction from the girl. But the longer he stared at her the bigger his grin became as the realisation hit him. While he mistook the look on her face for fear, he was now able to see that the expression on the girl's face was something entirely else. Something he had associated with only one person who was crazy enough to be as foolish as to look at Heiwajima that way. And that very person happened to be Momoko's cousin. The one and only Kishitani Shinra.
As if sensing his penetrating gaze Momoko turned her head in Izaya's direction, their eyes meeting in a flash. For a moment, he didn't want to deal with Shizuo. All he wanted to do was analyse every aspect of her. He wanted to study her and then watch her crumble under him. He wanted to see her break. He wanted to reveal all her secrets. She grimaced at him as if suddenly remembering that she was indeed being carried by Orihara Izaya. The look on her face made him want to laugh in her face, but then again he had a monster to escape first, after all. He settled for a lazy smirk, before taking an abrupt turn to the right, skilfully avoiding the vending machine that Shizuo sent flying in their direction.
"GET BACK HERE, YOU BASTARD!" Shizuo's voice echoed through the alleys. But then again Momoko wouldn't have been surprised if the whole Ikebukuro had heard him.
Momoko closed her eyes as the various objects she's never imagined herself getting attacked with, let alone thrown at passed by them and for a second she wondered whether Heiwajima noticed that she was there or if he was simply too blinded by his rage and hatred for Orihara. Either way, it seemed like he wanted to kill both of them. "IZAYAA!"
Izaya maneuvered the both of them into an alley, before jumping over a small fence and turning left. For a moment if felt like they've lost him when suddenly Shizuo appeared on the end of an alley. Realising that Shizuo didn't notice them yet, Izaya pulled both of them into another, much smaller alley as he pressed them both against a nearby wall. Hidden in the darkness of the night, the raven-haired boy successfully managed to entrap Momoko between him and a wall, making it unable for her to move as he once again pressed a hand against her mouth.
She was positive that if it wasn't for the darkness that made it impossible for him to see her face the death glare she was sending his way would have killed him before Heiwajima got his chance at catching the bastard.
The silence that had finally settled between the two seemed to last forever and the only evidence of the time actually passing was the sound of Izaya's breathing and the sensation on her skin as it tingled her right ear. His hand was still firmly pressed against her mouth and she couldn't help but notice how cold it was, compared to her own warm hands. How come his hands are so cold in the middle of summer? For a moment she got lost in her own thoughts, without noticing that his hand had been removed from her face and his breath hit her cheeks and nose.
The sound of her steady breathing reached his ears and for a moment he was surprised that it sounded so even. Like the fact that a literal monster was chasing them only a few minutes ago, didn't matter to her. He couldn't see her face and it irritated him deeply since he wasn't able to see her expression. He could only listen to her steady, warm breath that hit his face. It was too risky to come out too soon and he really didn't want to deal with that beast right now. The truth was, Izaya didn't expect Shizuo to show up and thus since he wasn't the one who decided to seek him out on purpose he was annoyed by the blond boy who almost ruined his plans.
But once again, the fate proved to be on his side. And although Izaya never considered himself someone who believed in such nonsense as fate and destiny, let alone a God, he was thankful for his good luck that proved to be yet again pretty useful when it came to escaping Heiwajima. And here he was pressed against a girl in a dark alley. He would be lying if he said that it wasn't his first time in a situation like this. And god, was he thrilled. Thrilled with the ever present adrenaline that pumped through his veins and
Momoko was yet again pulled out of her thoughts as the older boy pulled her with him, the two of them exciting their hiding spot in one swift move. For a moment he didn't say anything as if waiting for a reaction from her. He seemed to be studying her blank face as she stared back at him challengingly.
"Looks like we've lost him, Momo-chan" He grinned down at her, before releasing her arm. Momoko eyed him with a mix of confusion, distrust, and skepticism lurking behind her stormy eyes while he only stared down at her with something akin to excitement. And god was he excited. Not because of the still present adrenaline but because of the little, tiny and well-hidden emotion that he saw in her eyes.
The very same wonder that this time was directed at him. Not at that monster, nor at anyone else. At him. And he couldn't help but crave for more. It wasn't the same look of amazement and naivety that the girls at school, the very same girls who believed he cared about them sent him. No, it was something entirely else. A look that he had never received from anyone else. Not even Shinra.
A look that he associated with himself from a long time ago. He couldn't deny that the girl reminded him of himself at times. And there was also no denying that anyone that reminded him of himself had a least a little ounce of potential hidden deep within them. And what he needed to do was dig deep enough and use it his advantage as he would mold her into a perfect pawn. But he needed to break her first.
"Don't do that ever again," She said under her breath, glaring up at the older boy whose grin never faltered.
"Oh Momo-chan, are you suggesting there will be another time?" She fought the urge to hit or scream at him, as she pinched her nose instead to which he only snickered.
"Now let's get you home, Momo-chan" He put an arm around her, guiding her as they walked down the street. She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, finally succeeding after a full, long minute.
"So you really are one of those people..." She said almost immediately. Izaya's eyes travelled back to her, tinted with confusion as he tilted his head to the side as if asking for her to explain what she meant.
"You know people who say someone's name in almost every sentence" She explained, her big eyes meeting his own. "Don't you ever get tired of saying them all the time?"
The question was simple and thus he did not know why his mind decided to dart in thousand different directions at the same time. Perhaps it was the fact that the whole conversation and her question seemed so normal and so casual that it left him wondering what she truly thought about him. Or maybe it was the fact that something told him she truly wanted to know. He sent her a side smile, before looking up to the sky as if looking for an answer. And for the first time he truly was looking for an answer. He wasn't pretending, nor was he looking for a lie to tell her. "It's a habit, so it doesn't" He answered while smirking down at her. But she didn't look t him. She was too occupied with her own storm inside her head.
Also to people who are wondering about the timeline of this story. First of all! The glimpse of the future that you saw in the first chapter was something akin to a prolog. Also, the first part of this chapter isn't exactly set in the time from the PROLOG but kind of in the middle (when Shizuo was framed in for a crime). So the timeline of this story is mostly random but the main focus is in THE PAST! I also decided to add some dates! In my version of the story, Izaya was born in 1989. Momoko was born in 1990 which makes her 15 and in 1st Grade when they first met(she was born on February 22nd and they met in June 2005). Shizuo and Izaya are both 16 and in 2nd Grade. Also in this story Mikado started school in 2012!
Please leave a feedback! :) I'd love to see your opinions, guys! :D Please let me know what you think!
