This was written for a prompt on my application on a roleplay site. No, you're not getting the link. LOL. Implied Shinra/Celty.

She woke up, fidgeting this way and that before finally getting up. She stretched her arms and moved her neck this way and that, as if she were looking around the room. She checked her phone. 7:26 pm. She immediately jumped up. How could she let herself oversleep! She hadn't even planned on taking a nap!

She hurriedly slipped on her helmet, and dashed out of the apartment, hearing the automatic lock give a small click behind her. Within a matter of seconds, she was already on her motorcycle, heading onto the streets. It was a matter of practice really, and she had more then she'd like.

She was nothing more then a blur of dark shadow to the pedestrians. They would marvel and whisper to each other 'Hey, did you see the Headless Rider?' The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, orange glow over the city. She turned her head as she drove, catching sight of the park. The fountain spewed up, obscuring the view of a certain blonde haired man she enjoyed conversations with. She drove on.

She slowed down, and parked her motorcycle in an alleyway. The sun was gone now, and all that was left was the pitch-black sky. She turned her helmet up, as if to admire the stars. But there were none today. In such a busy city, all the lights were left on at all times. Light pollution – that's the word for it.

She couldn't waste her time any longer. She rushed home, speeding past pedestrians, much faster then she would have wanted to. Damn Izaya, giving her so many jobs in such a little time span. The only reason she put up with the nonsense was because of the money – and because she didn't really like hearing the news go on and on about recent suicides.

Ah, her apartment was in view. Hurriedly, she put away her motorcycle and got into the elevator, pushing the button that led her to her floor. She fidgeted too much, twitching every few seconds. The bad light and eerie silence was making her impatient. Someone really had to install some music here. The door opened with the sound of a bell, and stopped right in front of her door. She took a moment to calm herself down.

For some reason, she'd just been anxious. She couldn't place her finger on it, but I had been bothering her since she woke up from her nap. Perhaps she was just cranky. She slumped her shoulders, as if she was sighing, and rang the doorbell. Shinra would have to be home by now.

The door opened, and there he stood, all smiles and cheer. "Ne~, Celty, welcome home!" He moved past, so she could come in. She took out her phone and tapped in the message. "Okay, hi."

He chuckled and walked into the kitchen. She took a seat in front of her laptop, opening up the chat site. Hmm, no one she felt like talking to. She fell back in her chair, resting her neck. She tossed the helmet onto the floor. Shinra came in and sat next to her, leaning his head on his arm and he looked at her with a face she just couldn't figure out. Either way, it made her feel uncomfortable, but strangely warm.

"So how was work?"

"It was fine. And yours?"

"Oh nothing unusual." He waved off the question, like he did so everyday. It seemed today had not been anything out of the ordinary.

I love myself.

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