I am so sorry that I have taken forever to update! I've been having a whole lot of workload in school and never got time to write. At least now i'm on vacation and can hopefully get more writing done!

Shizuo shifted his feet uncomfortably as he sat in his boss's office. He had been called in there after being found of running into the kitchen and "rudely leaving a valued customer unattended and unserved" as stated by his boss herself. Because really any customer with money was valued and must be treated with high respect, no exceptions. Or at least that was how she saw it. Namie Yagiri, was a cold and blunt woman. Shizuo never saw her smile, and she only became scarier when angry.

The room was very neat and organized. White walls with a single painting of a rose. On the oak wood antique desk was the newest version of the Macbook desktop computer, which she was typing at away furiously. A few clicks here, a few clicks there. There was a glossy black stapler next to a beige coffee mug filled with freshly brewed coffee. On her desk she also had a picture of a man who looked a little like her.

She suddenly cleared her throat, making the blonde jolt up in surprise. "Heiwajima, you are one of our best employees, and waiters for that matter. So, care to explain to me exactly what that back there?" Her voice stayed calm and collected, though her eyes spoke a whole different story.

"I'm very sorry..I really don't know what came over me. I promise that it won't happen again."

"Good. Knowing you, it won't happen again." She said with a cold tone, and dismissed him. As he was about to get up she gave a little smile. "Before you go, I should tell you that you will be able to redeem yourself to this man tomorrow afternoon." Shizuo froze and looked up.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"That man that you crashed into, he requested you specifically to be his waiter tomorrow. I was a little surprised myself at this after what happened, but regardless of his reasoning, I know that you will serve him just as well and with as much respect as our most valued customers." She said with edge. "In fact..He might even be one of those food critiques that come in as average people to a restaurant." She kept on talking, but Shizuo was not paying attention to any of it. All he could focus on was his heart beating at a fast pace, and his mind scattered with confused thoughts. The man. He requested me? Why am I getting all nervous now shit.

"Excuse me for interrupting, but what is this man's name?"

"Izaya Orihara. Remember, keep in mind to treat Mr. Orihara with extra respect, understood?" Shizuo gave a nod and turned around to get back to work. Izaya Orihara. What a weird name.

Shizuo was thankfully let out early today, it was very rare for Namie to do that, but she seemed to be in a pretty good mood. Something about seeing her beloved Seigi?

He couldn't stop thinking about that Orihara guy. There was just something about him, that Shizuo could not pinpoint, and it annoyed him. It was like trying to find the last few objects in a hidden object game, and you know that they are right there, but you just can't find them and it's so frustrating.

The man gave him all sorts of weird feelings that he really had no clue how to respond too. And for that reason he didn't like them. In fact, it pissed him off.

He sighed tiredly as he walked home. It was late in the afternoon and the people of the city were bustling around like usual. Never stopping to rest or take a break. There were always news reports of someone being murdered, robbed, or framed. Street gangs were always at each other's throats and drug dealing and jewel or weapon smuggling corporate companies took every opportunity to take advantage of a fool every day.

These were mainly the reasons as to why Shizuo tried to stay as far away as possible from any of the trouble or suspicious activity.

The way he saw it, the moment you stepped away from the safe zone and got caught, which would surely happen (as he strongly believed), it would take much more than just a blessed miracle to save you. Then, just when you think that you really are safe, not a second too soon you find yourself taking a huge gulp of breath before being plunged back in into the depths of chaos and despair. Forced to live a low shameful life as you try to run away from your problems, but as time passes you only get more feeble, and they get faster and stronger.

Okay so maybe he was exaggerating it a little bit, but that did not mean that he would ever let his guard down and let himself get trapped in the dangerous world of illegal business and fighting.

He made sure to stay far, far, away from any of that. Hell, he wouldn't even touch it if given a 50 foot long poll! But as great as the unadventurous, timid life he led was for him, there was one tiny thing missing that he desperately (though secretly) needed.

To put it in simple terms, Shizuo Heiwajima was lonely. Scratch that, Shizuo Heiwajima was very lonely.

So much, that he didn't even realize how much it was affecting him. He isolated himself on purpose to live the quiet life he so strongly believed he wanted, but now it seemed that it had some drawbacks.

To be perfectly honest, Shizuo was never the popular kid in school. He wasn't the nerd either, but he just chose to stay away from most kids. Of course, that was not a hard thing to do at all given his anger issues. Most kids just stayed away from him in general, either admiring his tough demeanor from afar, or cowering from it.

High school was when some of the guys would try and pick fights with him to prove their masculinity and strength. They easily pissed him off, and once he was angry, there was no stopping him. As a result, Shizuo never lost, not even once.

It wasn't like he had no friends per se, he had his best friend Tom, and this guy named Shinra who was more of a bad acquaintance that stuck in his opinion.

Other than that though, he never had a romantic relationship. He never was one to have many crushes either. He remembered having a crush on the really nice lady at the dairy shop, but he was a little kid at the time, and wasn't even sure if it was that much of a crush to even call it one.

He never had to worry about relationships in the first place because no one ever tried to get close to him in that way, and he never looked to get close with anyone in that way either.

Basically, he had absolutely no experience with anything romance related. Because of his lack of experience, he never realized what he was missing, thus he didn't care.

The silly notion of love. He never actually understood it, but given the circumstances that didn't mean he was completely opposed to it. It was the kind of thing where you don't wish or miss something because you've never had it, but are still curious about it and really want to try it out. He further contemplated on love, and people in relationships.

And that's when he started thinking of the man by the name Izaya Orihara again, and wondered if he was in a relationship. He wondered that if he was in one, what kinds of things did he do with his significant other. Sure, it was something weird to think about and he should just leave the subject alone, but that voice in his head that warned him not to do something hadn't shown up yet so he continued.

Just thinking about the raven haired man with someone else made him feel oddly discomforted, and slightly annoyed. Upon this happening Shizuo stopped in his tracks and shook his head as if trying to shake the thoughts out. He was probably just tired and was getting cranky, right?

Thinking back on the previous day of meeting Izaya, the blonde found himself relishing the feeling of adrenaline that coursed through him when he first stared into those beautiful.. dark hickory eyes. The unusual feeling that he could not describe resulted promptly after the event, confusing him to no end. And because it confused him so much, he decided that he didn't like it. There was no one he could really ask about it, he was embarrassed about it and not sure that anyone would understand either way, so he kept it to himself.

Reaching his apartment building he walked inside straight to the elevators; too consumed by his thoughts to notice the receptionist wishing him a good afternoon or the small yorkies who had just broken away from their owner's leashes and were now nipping at his feet.

He walked into the elevator and pressed his floor number. He gaped at the sight of a figure through the small slit of the closing doors right before they fully shut.

He gaped as he spotted a figure wearing a familiar black hooded coat with a cream fur lining walk into the apartment through ..No. It couldn't be. Could it? Shizuo jabbed at the open doors button of the elevator with a bewildered expression. He just had to make sure that it wasn't really who he thought it was.

When the doors opened he scrambled out and whipped his head around in frenzy. The figure was gone, and the lady at the receptionist desk looked at him with a questioning look. He sheepishly waved at her signifying that everything was fine, and walked back into the elevator.

It was just his imagination...maybe.

Tell me what you think and if you like how the story is going! In fact, think of this as my early Valentine's day gift for you, even though there is no actual Shizaya..yet. There definitely will be soon~ Don't forget to review 3