A/N: Thank you to all you lovely reviewers and fans! :D For that, you get chapter 2! You know who you are. Alright…I was going to say something and I forgot what it was…oh yeah! My updates will be a lot quicker now, and I'll be updating chapters for this story about maybe every 1-2 weeks on MONDAYS only. Alright, enjoy Trust Me: Chapter 2! P.S. I'll also be working on a Maximum Ride story for you Max fans out there! :D

No…Sonohara…that flea! That goddamn, god for nothing flea! I'll kill that wretched little—

I couldn't help myself as I ran into the street, hearing cars screech and horns blare, then knelt quickly next to Anri's body. It was the scariest sight I've ever seen. Her left arm was twisted in a sickly way, and I could see her ankle twisted violently, bruised and blood streaming from her mouth. I heard a light breathing, then hurriedly lifted her up and ran out of the street to the nearest hospital.

I barged in yelling, "This girl was hit by a car! Save her!" I was blinded by loath, worry, everything I felt for Sonohara and the flea who did this to her.

No. No, he's not a flea. He's lower. He's lower than the lowest thing there is.

A young looking female doctor walked briskly over and took Sonohara into her arms. She was a little shorter than me—maybe only coming up to my shoulders—and had short, dark red-brown hair and clear, dark brown eyes. Her skin was pale, and her nametag read Dr. J. Sochel.

"How did this happen?" she asked.

"Did you not hear me yell?" I asked irritably. "She was hit by a freaking car!"

Dr. Sochel nodded, then rushed off with Sonohara to an operating room.

I was told to sit in the waiting room.

I waited and hour, until I was finally told to go to room 4-A. I dashed off quickly, to upset to think straight.

When I arrived, Dr. Sochel was sticking an IV into Sonohara's arm. I shivered, never liking needles, but nonetheless, I sat next to the bed, holding Sonohara's hand tightly.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered.

"Are you the guardian of this child?" Dr. Sochel asked.

I shook my head. "She's a friend of mine…"

"Alright, may I have your name?"

"Heiwajima Shizuo…"

"We'll call you if anything happens. But you're welcome to stay until visiting hours are over."

"Thank you."

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It was hard getting over the fact Izaya had pushed Anri into the street. It's been a week. Sochel said that her ankle was twisted, her arm was basically broken and twisted as well, and some internal organs were severely damaged and fractured. She said they'd be doing a lot of surgery. Eew.

I sat outside of Simon's shop, fumbling with the lighter for a cigarette. "C'mon," I muttered. I sighed in defeat, putting the cigarette back in the package and sticking the package and the now closed lighter in my pocket.

"Hey, Shizuo." Oh, it's him. One of Sonohara's friends. The one Erika and her friend call "The kid with the manga name". What was his name again?

"Hey, Mikado!" Kida's voice called. Oh! So it's Mikado. Damn, gotta remember that. "Hey, Shizuo! Thanks for getting Anri to the hospital! Who knew Izaya was that crazy! Someone called the police on him. He was arrested for a while. Don't know how long it'll be before he gets out."

"Or put in an insane asylum," I added quietly.

"Jeez, you're hit really hard by this," Mikado commented.

"Orly?" I asked sarcastically. "So you noticed?"

"You don't need to get all defensive," Kida said.

"Fuck off, I'm in a bad mood."

"Wait…you're hit really hard by this all…you saved Anri…you like Anri!" Kida exclaimed. "Dude, we can help you!"

"No way!" I spat. "I don't want help! I don't want to seem like a pedophile!"

"Woah, calm your jets. We don't care about age. That's just a stupid boundary so some people can't be together. We think it's stupid," Kida explained. "C'mon, let's get some sushi. On me."

I sighed and stood up, following the two boy into the restaurant. Maybe I can get some alcohol or something and drink some of this off…