ATTENTION: Okays, So I wrote this because the idea just came to me... and then I realized I didn't have a name for my own main character. It has to be English, but I can't think of one that would fit her!
So, I'm asking, my dear readers, that you just help me out, and come up with a name. Nothing special, English, female, and just leave a reveiw, or PM me. It just has to be a name that you think fits her. THANK YOU!M PLEASE HELP!
The next morning, Izaya got up at six. By seven, he had three-hundred-thirty-nine possible leads. Without another clue, it could take him at least five days to sort them through, even though he had the age.
Right now, he needed when she arrived in Japan, which port, which region, and where she came from. Then he could find her, easily.
Even Namie could tell not to mess with him today, as he silently checked through each and every female passenger of the last thousand ships to carry people.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes and grinning. Her Japanese was so flawless, it was possible that she grew up in Japan, and had arrived on a boat when she was a child, or even in her mother's stomach.
But Izaya could tell she had grown up elsewhere, just from their visit.
She took gulps of tea, not sips, and she had her legs crossed. A girl in Japan would sit normally, with her hand in her lap. Besides, if she lived in Japan, he would certainly know, wouldn't he?
The fact that she drank tea improperly told him that she was not from France or the United Kingdom, where they drink tea often. And from her looks... She was possibly from Ireland, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Poland, Germany, or Russia. Anywhere else in Europe was highly unlikely. He could scratch off African and Asian countries, and most South American ones.
She could also be from Australia, or America. There were just too many possibilities.
By noon he had eight hundred, thirty leads. He desperately needed another clue, and he felt like his brain would burst from staring at his computer screen for so long. However, also at noon, Namie approached him for the first time that day.
"This was outside. For you." She held out a manilla envelope, Izaya's name scribbled out in Kanji on the back. He smirked, taking it from her hand and slipping his own inside. He pulled out a piece of paper, neat Japanese characters covering one side.
'Dear Izaya-kun,' it read. He laughed. He could tell he was going to have fun today just by the first line.
'Let's play a game.'
Shizuo Heiwajima and Tom were having a slow day. In fact, the blonde was feeling restless. It had been way too long since he had seen Izaya, and he was worried the flea was up to something. Something big.
He had planned to throw himself into his job to keep himself distracted, but now he couldn't even do that. He feared Tom would tell him he could go home early, when he boss received a phone call.
"Yes, Ma'am. A Stalker? Yeah. You can hang with us for a while. Yes, I've been there. Alright, when? We're on our way." he hung up and stuffed his cell in his pocket.
"Shizuo, we got a last minute job."
"Yeah? What?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Some girl with a stalker problem. She's looking for some muscle."
"We're body guards now?" Shizuo questioned. It wasn't really whining, but he did sound a little hesitant.
"As long as there's pay, we do it, you got-" his phone went off again.
"Yeah, that's me. No. No. Yes. Alright, I'll be there." he shut his phone.
"Sorry man, you'll have to handle the stalker on your own. I've got some business." He left, waving. "Go meet the client at 'Russia Sushi'."
And he walked away, leaving a pissed off Shizuo.
"Great, now I have to do all of the talking. Jeez." and then he left to 'Russia Sushi'.
Shizuo waited outside the restaurant, smoking with his hands in his pockets. He had been waiting for at least ten minutes, and he was radically getting pissed. He wished this girl would show up so he could take care of the stalker quickly. He checked his watch; eight O' clock.
He knew it wasn't her fault, but he was on edge because of the Flea's disappearance. He was still lost deep in thought when he was tapped on the shoulder. He glanced behind him to see a girl, probably a teenager, standing timidly behind him.
She wore a yellow sundress and matching bell shaped hat, under which auburn hair peeked out from. Her eyes were a clear blue, which somehow seemed darker compared to the creamy yellow. Her milky skin was flawless, save for the smile lines on her cheeks.
She had a tired smile on, now, and she seemed very unconfident.
"U-ummm... Are you Heiwajima-san?" she squeaked. He nodded.
"You the one with the Stalker problem?" she nodded, leading him inside the restaurant. Once they were seated, she began.
"I've only just started to notice him in the last month or so... I've never seen him before, at least, not until he started showing up at my house. He doesn't bring, say, or do anything, he just sort of watches me... I've seen him outside my apartment everyday for the last two weeks, even this morning; that's why I was late. I had to take a longer route here." She rubbed her tired looking eyes.
"What does he look like?" Shizuo asked. He didn't sound very into it...
"Black hair..." He sighed, taking out his cigarette and crushing it in his hand.
"Kid... We're in Japan."
"O-oh... He usually wears black..." Shizuo face-palmed.
"Look, since you see him that often, just hang around me until he shows his face, then you can point him out."
"U-ummm..."
"What?"
"Do you think he'd come if he knows you're with me?" Shizuo shrugged.
"He'd have to come to know I'm here, so I wouldn't worry about that." The girl nodded, smiling gratefully.
"So, umm, what do you usually do?"
Shizuo and the girl pushed through the crowd aimlessly, literally going where the wind took them. He caught her staring at almost everything, and then noticed she wasn't Japanese, even though her speaking held no accent. At least she could take this opportunity to sight see.
Shizuo didn't want to take her back to his apartment, and he didn't think they should go to hers. He didn't want this creep having the advantage because he could pick the battle field. It wasn't that he wouldn't win, he just didn't want this girl getting in the way and getting hurt.
So, for now, they would just walk around Ikebukuro waiting for a crazy man to show up so he could pound his face in. And it took a lot longer than he thought.
Eventually, at around Noon, Shizuo noticed the girl was getting tired. It may, or may not, have had something to do with the lagging behind, the gasping, and the 'I'm tired, let's stop', that came from her.
Any normal person would have been tired. They had, after all, been walking nonstop for four hours. Shizuo found himself sitting next to her on a park bench, their backs to a fountain.
"Is... This... Necessary?" She gasped out, leaning on the back rest. He scoffed.
"I don't want to go to your place... He could be waiting there with a weapon."
"Well, if we let him come find us, don't you think he'd have a weapon anyway? If you go after him, we might catch him off guard..." Shizuo shook his head.
"He most likely won't attack us in popular areas, but he might be watching. Let's just keep an eye out for a while."
She thought for a moment, then nodded and grinned.
"I like people watching." They sat I'm silence for a minute or so. Eventually, Shizuo got a little curious.
"Do you know why this guy is stalking you?" She shook her head, glancing left and right.
"Like I said, he was already following me when I saw him for the first time." She held her hat in place as an unusually strong gust of wind bombarded them. The Blonde didn't seem to notice.
"However, I'd like to think he's so infatuated with me because I'm so incredibly beautiful and charming." She teased, poking him in the side. He just spit his replacement cigarette at the cement and smashed into dust.
"Hn." She glanced up at his face, even though she couldn't see his eyes because of the sunglasses. Almost thoughtfully, she says,
"You know, smoking is bad for you. It could shave off ten years of your life." Shizuo looked down at her incredulously.
"What happened to the old you, that was too shy to say anything without stuttering?"
Her constant smile widened. She leaned forward, hugging his arm, though in a sisterly fashion, not romantic.
"I've warmed up to you by now." The Blonde scoffed, blushing. He turned away so she couldn't see. Also, he wrestled his arm out of her grasp.
After a moment, he asked,
"By the way... What was your name?" She giggled, completely confusing him.
"Just call me Hota!" He gave her a confused look.
"Funny... You're not Japanese."
Five minutes of silence was enough to drive Shizuo mad. When would that guy show up? To pass the time, he decided to 'quench his curiosity'. Or whatever.
"Where do you go to school?" She blinked, confused.
"I've graduated already."
"Really. You don't look eighteen." She shrugged her shoulders.
"I'm seventeen. Got into high school a year early." Shizuo sighed. Honestly, this girl was rather unnerving. Her personality practically did on 180, and there wasn't a sign of her stalker. He was almost reminded of someone... but she wasn't an evil bastard, and he could tolerate her. Eventually, he gave up trying to find out more about her.
It wasn't that he was interested in any of the things he asked, but her that maybe, just maybe, he could figure something out about that guy who was following her.
Earlier, her had said he didn't want to go to her apartment because the guy could attack. That he didn't care about. He just didn't want to go meet her family. He actually didn't know if she lived with them or not, but he really didn't want to show up, hanging around their precious daughter, or sibling, or whatever, claiming he was protecting her. He was Shizuo Heiwajima, who most knew as a monster. He didn't want any drama today. More than there already was.
He leaned back in the bench, closing his eyes. He just wanted to go home, despite his urge to work earlier. Hota was babbling about her high school days, saying she had good grades, and was very smart, but had no gumption to go to college.
It was at least twelve-thirty by the time she quit talking. Shizuo was, of course, ignoring her.
What surprised him the most was that he didn't get angry. At all. Even when she was annoying him. Sure, she didn't exactly do anything kill-while, but normally he would freak if someone was annoying him like this. It could have been because she was a client, or because she was such a small girl, but it probably had something to do with the fact she didn't know about him. She didn't know he hurt people, that he explodes, and has an inhuman strength.
He was completely lost in thought, his eyes closed underneath his sunglasses, when Hota let out a shriek.
"That's him!" His eyes snapped open and he jumped to his feet, growling. Because her 'stalker' was none other than his mortal enemy.
"IZAAAAAAAAAAYAAAA!"
An/ welll... sorry I'm a little late, but I don't write on weekends.
Also, I'm going on vacation all week, so I won't update until sometime next week. I'm sorry it's so short!
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~Chaotic
