Sakuraya's POV
"Ow…" I whimpered to myself. I pushed myself back up onto my feet, sitting up with my knees in front of me and my left hand supporting my body. I lightly rubbed the same spot that I hit my head on my cottage… I hit it again, this time harder and now it's more painful (Like, I swear if I hit it any harder, I would have amnesia). "Owwwieeeee!… It hurts!" I don't like getting hurt… I don't like bumping into strangers either because they are just plain scary! I immediately stood up and reached out my hands to apologize to the stranger. "I-I-I-I'm so sor-" However, I stopped mid-sentence when I looked at the person I had bumped into… He was certainly Japanese, but his hair was blonde (Dyed?) and he was wearing a bartender outfit… I would describe his personality, the only problem is that he was wearing sunglasses (I can only predict people's personality through their eyes…). He… He was actually kind of cute with the sunglasses on, though. You know, even if I didn't know this guy…
"I-I… I.." I couldn't talk as I felt a warm surge run through my face. From then on, I could tell I was blushing. I started to stutter, words of nonsense coming out instead. " I-I… I… W-Well… Uh…" Without warning, the (VERY tall) bartender swiftly stood up on his feet and looked down at my small, trembling figure for a short while. Without notice, he pulled his arm back, then pushed it forward directly into my face. I felt a VERY sharp pain in my cheek, pushing me back, flying, and ended up falling onto the floor and my back burning from being dragged across the floor from the blow (THAT HURT A LOT!).
I looked up at the sky, dizzy and in pain. I attempted to move, but the pain stabbing me in the back prevented me from doing so. "Izaya…" My vision started to go hazy at the moment that tears gushed out of my eyes. My face scrunched together as the scrapes all over my body started to throb. I closed my eyes and made an effort to grasp the floor, only grabbing dirt, and screamed, "Izaya! Izzzaaaayyaaaaa! IZAAAYAAA!" wishing for his help.
Shizuo's POV
I shuddered as I heard the name of the flea repeatedly. 'What's going on?' I thought to myself. This person whom I had met clearly knew who Izaya was… But isn't this Izaya? I began to debate with myself about this person I just bumped into. But, what if I'm actually wrong about this? Who is this person who looks like Izaya, and how does he know him?
I would've thought of more questions if this copy of Izaya didn't wail as much. "WILL YOU JUST BE QUIET FOR FIVE MINUTES?" I shouted at this crybaby. All that did was make him… Her cry even louder. Seriously, I don't know what this person's problem was, nor do I know how he (He? Or she?) knew Izaya... I placed my hand on my forehead and shook my head. I felt the pounding in my head and knew a head ache would be occurring soon. I faced the facts. This bug had to be quiet or I was going to shut the thing up myself the hard way.
I walked over to the person, took the cigarette out of my mouth, and crouched down closer to the floor, knees in front and the forefront of my foot holding up my weight. "Hey. How do you know Izaya Orihara, huh?" I asked the person as gently as I could. However, I guess when I try to look as gentle as I can, all that happens is that I scare the thing, and it bolted onto its feet. "D-Don't hurt me, please!" The pink kimono-wearing person begged. I stood up and put the cigarette back in my mouth. I ran a hand through my bleach blonde hair, and shook my head. I didn't get why people always thought that if they ran into me, I would beat them to a pulp. That's only if they messed with me. I really don't like violence… I attempted a reassurance. "Hey, don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you, I just wanted to know how you knew-" I didn't finish that sentence because the person had ran off, a dust cloud following after them. "What the hell?" I quickly dashed off onto the trail ahead of me, trying to find out who this person was and squeezing information out of them.
I ran at top speed, looking left and right for this person, scared for his/her life. For a few more seconds, I thought that I had lost the thing until I saw a small and isolated cottage out in the rural open. 'Maybe I could find help there', I thought to myself, and charged toward the door of the house as if it was the finish line for a marathon. I jumped over bushes, dodged all trees in my way, and jumped over the small railing put around the house. "HEY, BUG! ARE YOU IN THERE?" I shouted to the house, waiting for a response. I heard nothing in the silence of the moment, so I walked over to the doorstep, and listened closely, putting my ear to the bumpy cold wall. I heard a small voice sobbing and trying to quiet itself (I might've seemed a bit like a creeper to people that may have been passing by, but luckily no one wasn't) and recognized it as the bug's crying. I lightly knocked on the wall, and everything became completely silent.
I thought about how I had treated this person. Memories of hitting the confused thing came into pictures in my mind. Maybe I had scared it much more than I had meant to… (You couldn't blame me, she/he looked like Izaya!) It's small frame trembling… It's big brown eyes, his or her small hands, the pink kimono (that looked exactly like my cousin Tsugaru's kimono, just a different color), it's voice… I shook my head. 'What am I thinking about?' I thought to myself, lightly punching my head. I have to get information out of this bug that looked exactly like Izaya.
"Hey, are you in there?" I knocked on the door again. No response. I kind of expected that. I sighed as I scratched the back of my head. Never in my whole life would I have expected to say this to a person who looked like Izaya…
"Hey, I…. I'm sorry that I hit you…" I said to the door. "I really didn't mean to, I swear… I thought you were Izaya for a second. And the thing is, Izaya and I have a really bad relationship. We're like enemies… And, well…" No response, yet again. I was running out of things to say. "I just wanted to know how you know Izaya Orihara, and how come you look just like him…" I stood there, staring at the floor with my head leaning against the door for support. I took off my sunglasses and took the cigarette out of my mouth and breathed out. I didn't need them right now… I went back into my standing position, turned, and began to walk. There was no hope for this person to come out of the house.
"Wait!" I heard someone (attempt to?) shout behind me. I turned around, and ca-chink, the door opened. The small figure I saw earlier stood before me, eyes red and puffy from crying. He/She was just like how I saw him/her earlier…
"Don't go…" This person begged. I stood there, shocked. The figure swallowed, opened it's mouth, and said,
"I'm Sakuraya, Sakuraya Orihara. Wh-who are you?"
It was weird. I swear I saw a light behind this Orihara… "Sakuraya, huh?" Sakuraya nodded. "I'm Shizuo, Shizuo Heiwajima."
