Author's Note: Hey everyone! I thought I would just make a note to say that chapter one for this story takes place in the future, so technically, this chapter is where the story starts. It was just a little teaser ~ btw this story is also being posted on Quizilla under XOXbrokenAnimedreamsXOX and that version is reader insert.

2.

"Tamaka, please come into my office."

The girl looked up from the floor, hesitating before she followed Mr. Crawford into his office. Tamaka had only met the man once, and that was because she came with her parent's Christmas party the year before. So when she took the seat in front of his desk, she felt a little more than uncomfortable. Her fingers tangled with the end of her brown, French braid. This is her parent's boss, after all.

He smiled awkwardly. "First I want to start by saying; nice to see you again. Unfortunately, I wish the circumstances were different." Her pulse sped. " , right now I am not talking to you as your parent's boss; I am speaking to you as Chief of the PID; a department that branches off of this homicide department."

Mr. Crawford types on his computer, eyes squinting as he searches for something on his hard drive. When he finds it he turns the screen so that Tamaka can see it; a picture of a young adult, or so it appears, with dark hair and a haunting smirk. He's a handsome, bad-boy type; a guy that a father would certainly not approve of. Tamaka frowns. " , have you seen this man before?" slowly she shakes her head, "has anyone online contacted you, mailed letters-anything really, even a random hello message that you never responded to."

"No. No one has done anything like that."

Mr. Crawford shares a very small smile. "Good, good…. Well, I'm happy I got to you before he did." Tamaka shifted in the chair upon hearing the softly spoke warning. "This man most commonly goes by the name Izaya Orihara; and I cannot stress enough just how dangerous this man is." bumps rose on her flesh. "He has a lot of power in this city; somehow he seems to be weaved into every shady deal-politics, gangs, you name it. So far we have had no court evidence that would hold through a trial; and on the odd times that we do, the evidence disappears… Orihara has been linked to many young female murders; he doesn't physically commit them, but we believe that he is the being that drives them to commit suicide."

Tamaka's face pales, and for a moment her throat grew too dry for her to speak.

"And…. And what does this have to do with me?"

Mr. Crawford frowned.

"It seems that you're his next target."

He could be watching you at any time; be anyone, use anyone. Trust no one.

Paranoid was something that [Name] had grown accustomed to, ever since her talk with Mr. Crawford earlier during the week. The best part about it is that the 'Izaya' guy hadn't done anything to approach her. All of the energy that had gone towards her nightly house checks, looking over her shoulder, and avoiding her online accounts had been wasted.

Maybe Mr. Crawford was mistaken? Maybe she isn't the new target; just a look-alike.

"Look out!"

A cry and a honk shook [Name] out of her thoughts, just in time for her to see a pair of headlights screeching towards her as she illegally crossed the road. All [Name] felt was her body being yanked out of the way as the car sped over the spot she had previously been standing at, nearly squishing her.

For a moment, all she could do was stare at the road.

"That was a bit reckless, don't you think?"

When she turned her heart stopped for the second time in the last ten seconds; a pale face was a mere foot away from hers-his arms were around her. He was… He had…Saved her?

Tamaka cautiously pulled out of his arms, taking a step back as she faked a smile.

"S-Sorry, uh, thank you!" Izaya kept his smirk strong, his eyes sweeping over every detail on her body; she could feel him mentally taking notes-or something like that. He casually put one hand on his hip and the other to gesture in the air with carelessness.

"Did you want me to take you to the hospital? You seem a bit pale; like you've seen a ghost~"

Play it cool, she tried her best to relax her shoulders. "Well, I did almost get hit by a car." You're in a public area; he can't hurt you right now.

Izaya took graceful steps towards her and didn't stop until the tips of his shoes nearly pressed against her own. His hand dug into his pocket. "Yes, it's a good thing I found you when I did; otherwise we would have never met." Tamaka's mask slipped; her throat sealed shut as her eyes grew wide. She could numbly feel his fingers touching hers, forcing something smooth into her hand, but she couldn't bring herself to break their gaze. "I'm sure that Mr. Crawford has told you about me; I'm Izaya Orihara."

Tamaka slowly nodded her head, "I know," his smirk widened. Very suddenly, Izaya started to backpedal.

"I trust you won't be late, then." And then he was gone, leaving nothing but his warning to hang in the air. Tamaka couldn't bring herself to move; she was frozen in that spot for a couple minutes after he left, just to catch her breath.

When her senses found her Tamaka slowly looked down at her hand, fingers caressing the folded piece of paper that he can given her. It felt rough against her skin, poison to her flesh. She wanted to throw it away, but realized just how terrified she would be afterwards; what would she do if it was important? It could be warning about something, or maybe she had to do something for him in order to save her life. The possibilities are endless. So with no other choice she carefully unfolds the paper, and holds her breath.

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