"Shizuo, you're awesome!"
"... Awesome? Me? You're kidding."
"No! No! Really! You're awesome!"
"I'm..."
"Awesome! Hahaha! Shizuo, you HAVE to be my husband one day – you'd be the perfect match for me!"
It was a cold winter day- morning to be exact. Despite the cold wind blowing harshly against the people walking in the streets of Ikebukuro, there was a girl standing against a traffic light pole in shorts that revealed her pale legs and thighs. Her soft brown almond hair violently swayed with the wind. The girl showed no signs of being cold, but pulled the hood of her black jacket over her head, combing her hair with her long thin fingers beneath the hood.
"I swear I thought you were a prostitute standing there like that." Said a voice, making the girl turn her attention towards her right, seeing a blonde man wearing a bartender's uniform.
The girl's grey eyes widened as she noticed the man. "Heiwajima Shizuo – you actually came." She said, slowly approaching the man whilst dodging a man walking by in a hurry.
The man named Shizuo clicked his tongue, propping up his sunglasses that were slowly beginning to slide down. "Come on Azusa, let's go inside. You don't look so warm." He said as he turned around, leading the girl away from the street.
Azusa, being the girl's name, skipped after Shizuo with glee. She linked her arm with Shizuo's and walked beside him. "I'm never cold." She said, breathing out slowly and watching the white mass of visible vapor forming in front of her face. "I'm not like you lots; I have plenty of body heat."
"But other people don't know that." Shizuo replied and scowled at the passerby's giving Azusa weird looks. "That's why I said I thought you were a prostitute – wearing booty shorts and less than a tank top under that jacket."
The two had entered one of the buildings, a shabby apartment. Instead of using the elevator, they went up four stories using the stairs.
"I still can't believe you broke the elevator... How did you even do it?"
Shizuo didn't say anything for a few seconds, but eventually answered her question as they got out of the stair case and walked in the long hallway lit up by the sunlight outside the window. "Damn thing wouldn't go fast enough." He said, shrugging Azusa's arms off and pulling out a key from his pocket and used it to open the door. "Punched a few buttons and something started letting out sparks and it just... stopped."
A heartfelt laugh came from Azusa at the thought of Shizuo literally punching the buttons of the elevator. She patted Shizuo's back before following him into the room. "As expected from my dear friend!"
Shizuo cringe at this, and pulled the door close harshly. Azusa simply smiled at the sudden plummet of Shizuo's mood and walked past the kitchen into the small living room, sitting down on a sofa.
"So are you going to tell me?" he said, sitting next to Azusa and pulling out another cigarette from the pack lying on the coffee table next to the sofa. When Azusa gave him a faked confused face, he clicked his tongue again. "You know damn well what I'm talking about. What are you doing in Japan?"
"Oh..." a smirk crept across her face as she decided that her nails suddenly became very interesting, inspecting every single detail of her fingers now. "Well – things got pretty boring in Germany... Remembered the good days when I used to live here so I thought I could come here to enjoy myself." Azusa pulled out a cell phone from her pocket and began pressing a few buttons, "I had a friend ship some of my things to me after I find myself a place."
Shizuo raised an eyebrow, taking off his sunglasses and resting them on the coffee table. "Where will you be staying? Mine?"
"Oh no, I can't do that to you, I'd be bothering you." She said, and continued to fiddle with her phone. "In fact, I'm asking one of our old friends to help me look for a good place." Azusa bit her lip, as a habit, and snapped her phone shut. She closing her eyes for a second before slipping her phone back into her pocket, feeling momentarily relaxed.
The room slowly filled with the smoke thanks to Shizuo, and despite secretly liking the smell of cigarettes, Azusa didn't like the idea of Shizuo smoking. She sighed before getting up and opening the window on the other end of the room for fresh air.
"I thought you quit smoking" she said, sitting on the floor underneath the window and pulling her knees up to her chest, resting her head on her knee.
Shizuo didn't look at her but leaned on the sofa, relaxing his head against the wall. "That was before you left."
Azusa didn't reply, she merely stared at Shizuo with her gray eyes with a small smile. When her phone let out a ring inside her pocket, she pulled it out and flipped it open and put it against her ear. "Hello?" she answered in a cheerful tone. "Izaya! Yeah, Shizuo found me earlier!"
Shizuo flinched at the mention of Izaya's name and quickly sat up straight. He crushed the still burning cigarette between his fingers and gave Azusa an incredulous look.
"Uh huh, yeah... Okay, the Shiori Mansion? Yeah, I remember."
After closing her phone, Azusa looked up at Shizuo, who was at this moment, furious.
"You're keeping in touch with Izaya?" he asked, fists clenched and anger boiling in his head.
"Of course! How did you think I called you last night? Izaya was the one that gave me your number before I got to Japan!" she said, "He's also the friend that's helping me get a new place to stay. In fact, he found an apartment called Shiori Mansion? Izaya says it's a nice place in the middle of the city." Azusa went over to the door and sat in front of the door, pulling her boots back on. "Hey uhh – I'm going to go check the place out."
Shizuo didn't say anything, in fact he didn't move. His irritation was growing more and more by the minute.
"Well... I'll see you later" she said, opening the door and stepping out and smiling at Shizuo whom was currently looking at the ceiling. "Maybe we can eat dinner together tonight." And with that, the door closed, leaving Shizuo alone in his apartment again.
The silence wasn't welcoming at all, Shizuo was in a horrible mood and he pulled out another cigarette from the pack and lit it with the lighter in his pocket.
"Damn it..." he muttered and kicked the cushion lying on the floor near his feet as an output of anger. "DAMN IT!"
A/N: uh
yeah this is the first chapter of this i guess ohohoho
u _ u
i forgot that i actually wrote this and decided to fix a few things before submitting it
thank you for reading !