"You're still here huh" Satomi muttered seeing Izaya leaving the washroom to get changed.
Izaya smiled mockingly. "I haven't gotten your full name you know."
Satomi yawned "You don't need to know an insignificant thing like that."
She knew if he got that information he would really wreak havoc in her neutral lifestyle.
That wasn't something she wished to see happen.
"Oh my are you perhaps afraid that I'll mess with you?" Izaya prompted fixing up his appearance.
She walked past him reaching for her bag.
"No," She revealed with apathy. "When you leave please close the door."
She bowed slightly before closing the door behind her. Leaving Izaya in her apartment was probably a bad idea, but knowing that little manipulator he wouldn't go unless he was being threatened.
She turned to walk to the nearest subway train. Placing her contact back onto her eyes was a hassle, but it had to be done. Having two different eye colours was a big no no in this city unless she wanted to be a test subject. She needed to get to class or she wouldn't be graduating. She was on her way stopping by a café for a drink before jumping on a train to get to the University.
As usual it was fairly crowded, leaving her to her own thoughts ignoring the world around her. She sat in a seat looking at the blurring figures as the train sped up.
To the average person you would see a normal student who just happened to look like a princess in some fairytale. Except for her quiet and calm composure any man would be jumping at the chance to make her their own.
"You seem content Satomi." A voice chuckled from her left.
Satomi turned her head to see the familiar violet eyes.
"Hisoné... what are you doing here?" Satomi blinked showing her surprise.
Hisoné with a smile sat down next to her. "I'm attending class just like you."
Satomi knew that had to be BS; this girl had already graduated from school years ago.
But Satomi also knew Hisoné had her own reasons for lying.
As usual Hisoné smiled at Satomi noticing the slight change in her composure.
"You think I'm lying, but there is something I'd like to try." Hisoné explained rolling her eyes playfully.
In truth these two haven't met since twelve years ago, but when Hisoné first arrived to the city it came even to her a surprise. As usual Hisoné smiled as if nothing was wrong because that was considered her poker face.
For Satomi it was always a difficult to figure out what they were thinking because their kind always seemed to be one step ahead.
"I'm guessing Izaya has probably left your apartment." Hisoné continued talking "I'm guessing you see it's better if you don't involve yourself with him neither emotionally or physically."
Satomi sometimes hated herself for being so transparent, but then again Hisoné was good at reading people in general. The only difference was she had no intention of forcing you to choose.
"It's better to be clouded from his viewpoint." Satomi reasoned logically
The train stopped by then and they now got off stepping carefully.
They trudged to the big campus with light footsteps. The scene of them walking together caused a quiet uproar with the other students. The two shone for different reasons, but it never mattered to either of them.
Hisoné blinked surprised at the girl's honesty. Chuckling lightly "In ways we're quite similar, and yet vastly different. True it's better to not get involved, but sometimes you have no choice but to make the best of the opportunity."
Hisoné speed walked forward already distracted by the new location.
Satomi could only go along with her pace because it was true. They were different. Unlike her, Hisoné had the guts to involve herself even if it meant she was the one to get hurt. She on the other hand just avoided the issue in general; she merely turned a blind eye.
Maybe that was why she could stand being in this violet eyed girl's presence; and yet she didn't wish to stay anywhere near that shady Info Broker.
"Satomi, hurry up! Those guys look like they've seen a hamburger steak." Hisoné called
Satomi just nodded walking following the girl to her next class.
Classes were just normal, she took notes listening to the professor. The only difference was the addition of a certain girl standing helping the professor as if it was normal.
There were whispers and looks aimed at the girl, but Hisoné didn't seem to mind.
Near the end of class, the prof let her say a few words.
"I know I merely look like any bright eyed teenager so I'll let you answer my question. We all know love is universal, then what is the opposite of this so called emotion?" Hisoné clearly asked
The class went quiet at her confident stance. A hand slowly went up.
Hisoné's eyes lit up nodding for the guy to speak.
"Isn't it obviously hate?"
Hisoné shook her head at the answer. "Nope, but good guess. Think about it, I'm sure everyone has seen those cheesy movies where there are times where the heroine says in a bittersweet tone that even if he or she hates me they will still love that person."
Hisoné's gaze seemed directed at Satomi leaving her uneasy about what she would say next.
"In fact, the opposite of Love" She paused before answering "Is apathy."
There was a pause before a long "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" could be heard from the students. It started making sense to the others.
"Ever heard the saying that love is the same as hate? There's a reason for that. Even if you are hated that person still has the energy to care to hate you. You still occupy their thoughts even if it is negative, but with apathy it hurts more because they do not care to feel anything for you." Hisoné explained "That's why heartbreak hurts because the person no longer holds any effort to stay connected to you. They no longer feel the need to be involved with you."
Hisoné bowed gracefully before smiling stunning the students at her radiance. "Just something to think about when you go on your next date."
Class ended, with some students leaving quickly while others stayed behind; one of them being Satomi. The whispers were pretty obvious to be wonder and jealousy about Hisoné.
"Do you think that could be that demon Shizuo Heiwajima's girlfriend?"
"Man so lucky, the girl is hot."
"Why is she here?"
"She's just another pretty face."
Hisoné seemed to hear their words because she merely smiled lightly chuckling. "A demon they say..." She turned to Satomi walking to her seat with a sly light in her eyes.
"Alright since the professor has finished talking, I'll give you an assignment Satomi." Hisoné instructed "Just something to get your blood flowing, but I think someone else already beat me to it."
Satomi merely exhaled slowly, her version of a sigh. "I had a feeling."
"There's no due date, but it's still an interesting question." Hisoné reassured patting her shoulder.
"I can't refuse can I?" Satomi responded with emotion in her voice.
"Nope, but knowing you, you won't stop until you figure it out yourself." Her violet eyes seemed to darken as she teased the girl.
"The question is, why does a person see themselves as God? What makes them so easy to dislike, but harder to hate?"
Satomi's eyes twitched at the first person she thought of that fit the question so obviously right in front of her. Another shady character popped into mind specifically a certain Eskimo...
What now bothered Satomi was when her cellphone rang. Satomi flipped open the phone slowly answering the phone.
"Hello?"
"... are you one of Hisoné's friends?"
This was getting suspicious. She didn't remember saving Tom's number to her phone.
She looked at the model of the phone to see it wasn't hers and Hisoné had wandered off somewhere again.
"You're Tom Tanaka." She said in monotone.
"Yeah, nevermind me have you seen Hisoné around? Shizuo's agitated and beating up my clients around looking for her."
"AS IF I'LL SPEND ANY MORE THAN A FEW SECONDS ON YOU BASTARD!"
Satomi shivered already seeing the damage that ex-bartender was doing. In fact she could hear the sound of a vending machine dropping to the ground with a big CRASH through the phone.
"Can you by any chance give the phone to Shizuo?"
"And risk being stuck in a coma? No can do, I'm not suicidal."
Satomi sighed "She's right here at my University. She wandered off without telling Shizuo and now he thinks she's in danger somewhere else because she's easily caught up in troublesome situations. Something like that?"
Satomi was now getting up looking for Hisoné.
"You're spot on, but the only question is how am I going to get his attention?"
"Hold on for a second." Satomi responded before turning to see Hisoné looking at the vending machine with a concentrated gaze.
"Hisoné how does a person get Shizuo's attention without becoming suicidal?" She asked
Hisoné blinked twice before saying as if it made complete sense. "Throw the cellphone at him, or even your shoe, then pray he hears what your reason is before he hits a home run with your head."
Satomi sighed returning to the cell. "You heard the girl."
"... I wonder what runs in her head. Alright, I'll trust her word on this then."
She heard a thunk and then a yell from Shizuo and Tom saying something about Hisoné. Satomi tossed the phone in Hisoné's direction while she grabbed a drink from the vending machine.
Hisoné laughed lightly with flushed cheeks as talked into the cell.
Satomi watched her friend's expression change to one of affection. She seemed like a new person after meeting the strongest man in Ikebukuro.
Anyone with ears could hear Shizuo yelling at Hisoné through the phone.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING JUST UP AND LEAVING ME WITH YOUR THINGS? I THOUGHT SOMEONE MIGHT'VE TAKEN YOU!"
"Huh," She chuckled "Sorry, sorry I was on my way back but then I got distracted."
"Nevermind that where the hell are you?"
"I'm not in Ikebukuro, I'm at a University with a friend of mine. I'll be coming right back."
"... Stay put, I'll come get you."
"You don't trust me?"
"I don't trust you to ride a train and end up in Ikebukuro. With your sense of direction you'll end up taking the wrong stop."
"Hai, hai" Hisoné smiled meeting Satomi's eyes. Hisoné hung up after telling Shizuo of her location. Satomi observed her friend's happy expression noticing the small changes in her.
Hisoné noticed her staring and smiled knowingly. "Anything you want to throw at me right now?"
"No just amazed that he cares for you so much." Satomi confessed
Hisoné tsked at her words. "That's not right. I just make him worry too much."
Hisoné's eyes turned serious as she went on. "Even so, I'm more worried about you."
Satomi kept a straight face already knowing what she was going to say.
"You promised me back then that you would help me keep both of them alive right?" Hisoné reminded gently
Satomi griped her left elbow remembering her own words back then. She closed her eyes remembering her promise.
I promise you their game of chase will not have to end.
"Yeah I remember."
"You know I see no point to evade Izaya so much. Haven't you lived here most of your life?" Hisoné asked not understanding her apathy.
"If he lives, he causes the world to feel pain, but if he dies he will still cause them pain. Either way I can't escape his grasp." Satomi elusively said
Hisoné sighed "I won't force you to love someone because this is your game to play. I shouldn't interfere. Well I'll get out of your hair see you!" With one last wave Hisoné walked off leaving Satomi on her way to leave the campus.
She needed to get to her job or she wouldn't get paid. She yawned at her lack of energy all because of that Intel Broker.
She'd spent the last couple of years avoiding his view point and with just one damn decision to save him, she'd just jeopardized her life in the palm of his hand.
It was like giving into her own weakness because all she could do was struggle to keep the normality in her world.
She took a taxi to get back knowing full well Shizuo would find Hisoné in another situation. Her cheeks burned as she remembered what she had done to that guy; she wasn't the type to be so bold for no reason. She felt angered slightly at his assumption of being that stupid bartender; not like she hate Shizuo, but there had to be a limit to his violence somewhere in his brain.
Izaya was on the run from one of Shizuo's rampages once more and it just happen to land him in a bar.
In truth he wasn't really interested in the alcohol or bars in general, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
He had opened the door revealing a moderately crowded bar where he noticed a female bartender cleaning the glasses with a stoic face. Everybody turned to look at his entrance except for the bartender.
He smiled walking towards the front counter sitting on the bar stool swiveling lightly just for enjoyment.
"You're abnormal" The girl muttered
Izaya kept smiling just to keep the mood light. "Oh? What makes you think so?"
She looked up meeting his reddish brown eyes with disinterest. "You haven't ordered any alcohol."
Izaya was on the other hand more interested in the contact lens in one of her eyes. "True, but aren't you just as abnormal?"
"Depends" She muttered not cracking a smile. "On what is normal."
She honestly didn't know what else to say. She only knew that she should make herself the least interesting as possible to avoid his meddling.
"You're quite smart." Izaya could give her that.
"Or very dense. Depending on how you see me." She muttered yawning quietly.
"You seem to live a quiet life because you are in need of money to pay for tuition. Am I right?"
She paused her cleaning to glance at him apathetically. "Sure,"
Izaya didn't like her attitude; she seemed to ignore the world to the extent she didn't care for people as a whole.
and that was wrong she should love people or she wasn't human.
"'You don't like my attitude, because I seemed to have no interest in humanity." She commented emotionlessly continuing to clean the glasses. "I only have one thing to say."
Her shadowed eyes hardened meeting his surprised ones.
"You have the ability to predict my every move." She muttered quietly. "Don't attach yourself to someone who disappoints your expectations."
Izaya could only blink in surprise at her phrasing. "What a way of phrasing, makes me feel like a parasite."
He fingered one of the glasses lightly.
"Aren't we all." She retorted, but it sounded more like a statement than a question.
She honestly couldn't care less about his existence; she just went on with life. It wasn't that she was depressed or suicidal; she just... wasn't interested.
She knew that people felt the same as her and so it surprised her when he proposed an idea.
"Then let's play a game, If I get you to love me then you'll be indebted to me forever."
She was suspicious of the idea; after all you don't live in Ikebukuro without knowing a few things about people. She'd heard the rumours about this one particular man.
Even she knew, that he couldn't reciprocate another person's concentrated form of love. He only wanted people to love him like a God, nothing more.
"If I refuse..." She trailed off.
He smirked "I won't let you."
She could tell he wouldn't let her off so easily leaving her at a dead end. "I have no choice but to play your game... Sounds like a challenge."
She leaned towards the man. "What will you do if I make you fall for me."
"I'll let you decide." Izaya chuckled reaching for a lock of her brown hair. He in truth didn't understand why he was getting involved personally into this girl's life, but he felt that something was going to change.
She had no reaction as he made a move on her. "Can your game wait till my shift is over. I'm sure Shizuo is with Tom or Hisoné at the moment doing who knows what."
She turned away from the man. Izaya was displeased and he wasn't exactly sure why yet, but he didn't like it.
No matter what he said, she never reacted to anything he did. What would it take to make her crack he had to wonder...
It was exciting to think of ways to make her cry.
After all people were the most human when they showed fear.
No matter if she got battered or broken it was much more interesting than a doll.
It would be fun to mess with another person that couldn't fight back.
"So, Shizuo is your type then." She commented at the Eskimo.
Something in Izaya snapped at the comment.
"I don't consider him a human being."
She frowned at the comment. "You prefer younger men, older men..."
"What gives you that idea?" To heck this was bothering him to say the least.
"This is a gay bar." She revealed giving a hand gesture to the people in the bar.
It took a second for that little fact to sink in.
"Well that explains why a young girl like you is working at a bar. I don't suppose it has anything to do with the men showing you no interest." He hinted
She blinked her eyes at the man "Too troublesome to date."
"Is that so..." He trailed off already the ideas running through his head.
"Don't get any ideas, I'm perfectly content with my life." She warned pointing a finger at him. In an angry voice a different voice yelled.
"Look I've told you, I'm not interested in my boss! I didn't cheat on you."
"That's not what this picture tells me."
There was more bickering the noise getting louder.
This was where it got interesting for Izaya to observe her behavior.
In ten seconds, the speed in which she cleaned the glass increased.
In forty seconds, she slammed the wine bottle on the counter.
A loud thud could be heard echoing through the place alerting everyone of her mindset.
In one minute the bar went cold and silent as they shivered at the menacing aura around the bartender.
She asked in monotone. "You're disturbing the customers."
"He's the one cheating on me."
"I am not cheating on you."
They continued their argument as if there was no tomorrow.
A man nearby whispered "They must be new to be causing a ruckus in her bar."
"Yeah, we're just lucky that she doesn't have a short temper."
"Scary woman."
Izaya could only watch as she finally seemed to lose her cool now walking towards the pair.
"Dear customers take your fighting where I can't hear you." She robotically said pointedly giving them the laser beam stare.
"Stay out of this!" One guy raised his hand against her, but she didn't seem at all frightened at her predicament.
Her eyes grew cold as she caught the man's hand midair.
"You are being short minded. Why not trying listening to him rather than listening to your own voice." She lectured without a blink of an eye. With a sleight of the hand she placed something into the man's hand.
She turned away without looking at the two men.
"Don't let go of what's important." She added "I guarantee you'll be more miserable when you let go."
Izaya could only shiver slightly at her words; it was as if the words were intended for him.
After her shift was over, she decided to go through the back door to avoid contact with the Info broker. She wished to pretend as if they were no more than strangers, but of course when she turned a corner she was met with reddish brown eyes.
She was in no mood to be in his presence at the time. Attempting to walk past the Eskimo was a mistake on her part. "You really expect me to let you leave like that?" Izaya teased
He stood taller than her by just twelve centimeters, but it felt like he towered over her shadow engulfing her in his madness.
"I expect to pass out in my bed in ten minutes." She muttered "Step away"
Izaya wasn't in the mood to listen to her. "You're so nice to give them advice like that. Makes me want to tear that mask of yours apart."
"I've already told you. I am someone who's actions are very easy to predict, it'll bore you to be around me." She tiredly argued
"I beg to differ; you are quite interesting." He argued cheerfully
Satomi was exhausted and regretting her decision to play his game, but Hisoné's question still haunted her
The question is, why does a person see themselves as God? What makes them so easy to dislike, but harder to hate?
Just looking at Izaya right now he looked like any other human; in her eyes she didn't understand how you could like or hate this man.
"I'm flattered at your view of me." Izaya chuckled
Satomi blinked in surprise that she had blurted her thoughts without thinking. "What do you want from me."
Izaya smiled wickedly "Why I want to win our game. So shall we start as friends?"
Satomi's vision was blurring at her fatigue, she felt her head hit something warm.
"Whatever, just let me go home." She groggily muttered hearing the thumping of a heart pressed to her ear.
"Hai, hai whatever you say, although if you're like this with every man, I wonder about your virginity." Izaya chuckled
"Shut up, the injured should stay quiet." She protested willing herself to wake up.
Izaya didn't respond, but rather took her hand leading her away from the gay bar. He was still unsettled that if he wanted to see her he would have to walk in that place.
She wasn't in the right state of mind, but she could recall his bigger back. It made her feel small, but at the same time protected. There was something calming about his presence that made her insecure. She remembered walking for about ten minutes before finally muttering something to him.
"Do you know why I don't hate you or love you?" She started in a quiet soft tone totally different from her usual monotone.
"Hmm? Because you hate connection. Or you don't like men. Enlighten me." He responded noticing the change in her tone.
Even though her expression didn't change her eyes seemed to dim a darker shade as she answered meeting his red eyes.
"No, I'm afraid you'll go beyond my expectations." She murmured carefully before losing conscience.
"Hey! Don't just pass out like that." Izaya frantically said catching her in his arms. She was abnormally light as if she was trying to diminish her presence from the public eye, but she was warm and alive. That he was certain of at the very least; it reminded him of her words. True he was still only human, but so was she.
He sighed knowing this girl was much more unaware than she pretended to be, but he didn't want to let go of such an interesting human.
It puzzled his head of her words. Afraid that he'd go above her expectations? It didn't make any sense yet, but he believed that she was someone similar to Shizuo. Someone that could make everyday interesting; it was a plus in his book.
Well he was still more interested in testing his theory of death, but having a distraction like her around wouldn't be so bad.
Of course the future wouldn't go so easy on his light hearted attitude towards her.
Well not too sure if this is progressing well, but hope this is interesting for your reading pleasure.
Review or comment and thanks for reading up to here;)
Disclaimer: Don't own Durarara. Only own my OCs