Author's Notes:

Thank you for all of the follows and comments! It means a lot! And it my self confidence and sense of motivation!

Chapter Three:

Tohru searched around the gas station, looking for a map of the city. She had searched by the information rack, but there was, ironically, no maps there. So she checked near the chip rack, the soda machine, even near the magazines, there were absolutely no maps, not noticing the shady man at the register purchasing out many maps...

What kind of gas station didn't have a city map?!

Well... she supposed that it didn't have maps because it was a different city, much different from her city.

~P.O.V. Change~

Izaya smirked.

He had just had one of his faithful followers purchase out every single map that the gas station had owned. He smiled as he folded down the binoculars and put them in the pocket of his fur-lined jacket. Jumping down from his place, he strut over across the street and leaned against the gas station, his hands shoved in his black pants pockets.

He waited patiently, anticipating her exit from the gas station.

This girl had been in there a long time, she must be completely dead set on finding the map in that specific gas station.

You'll be searching in there for a long time, I bought out all of the city maps in all of the gas stations on this block and working on the next~ I

Some people called Izaya persistent, that when he wanted something he damn well got it and got it the exact way he wanted it. And once he got his hands on that toy he used it in every way that he wanted to, then discarded it whenever it didn't entertain him anymore. Well, they were right about that much. He was adamant on getting his hands on this girl. She was ... unusual, nonetheless. This girl didn't seem like most people in this city, selfish, boring and uncaring. She was much more than that, she seemed to have this kind and loving demeanor. Yet, she only seemed to have one expression. Happiness. More than anything, he wanted to see every expression mold on her face. From depression, to confusion to downright anger.

More than anything, he wanted to see an angered look on her face.

Then, he would discard her like everyone else. He was sure that he wouldn't have use to her after that.

The chiming of a door rang in his ears as she opened the door, a defeated look on her face.

So, she decided that there is absolutely no maps left in ... probably the entire city by now.

"Hello~" He said, swiveling on his heel to stand in front of her, keeping her from going too far.

"H-Hello?" She said confused.

"Are you lost? I noticed you looking around for a map" He said, giving her the fakest smile that he possibly could muster up.

"Y-yes..." She replied to him, "D-Do you kn-know wh-where th-the maps are?"

"Actually, I don't think that the city has any maps around here~ Where are you headed? I'll take you"

She flushed a dark red,

"N-No, I r-really couldn't d-do that! I-I-I mean, i-it would be to much...we j-just now met" She stammered.

"Oh~ It's no problem. It'd be my pleasure~" He gave her another smile.

He had to crane his neckto look down on her. She was quite a short female, he noted. Much under the average height. He stored this information for when it was more useful.

She looked down at her feet, blushing.

"Where are you headed~ I'll take you~"

"R-R-Russia Su-Sushi"

"Oh~ I know that place! It's just this way!" He pointed the opposite way of which she came.

"Th-that's the opposite way of which we came..." She stuttered. She felt bad for saying this, she didn't want to be rude. She just wanted to get to her friends the fast way.

"Trust me~!" He grabbed her hand and started to drag her in the wrongdirection. Tohru blushed. This man was awfully friendly for someone she had just meant. But then again, maybe that's how the people of the city were.

They seemed to walk forever, his hand still practically engulfing hers as he dragged her along, not slowing down his pace as she stumbled or tripped on her feet, sometimes she swore he was speeding up.

"Oh, it seems I've taken a wrong turn! Silly me!" Izaya said as he let go of his hands, placing his hands on his hips and looking around as though he was clueless on where he was at, even though he knew exactly where they were. He knew the city like the back of his hand, "You know, I never introduced myself, have I! I'm Izaya Orihara, you don't know who I am but I know exactly who you are, Tohru Honda!"

She tensed. This was one of the men Masaomi had warned her about. How had she been so stupid not to find out who he was before following him?! She could have declined his offer politely and been on his way.

"Are you alright?" He asked her, smiling a bit sadistically.

"Y-yes..."

"It seems like I have something to do! Don't think that we won't meet again!" He smiled and waved cheekily, "Bye-Bye!"

"A-ah! W-Wait!"

But he was already gone, leaving her behind in the dark. She fidgeted. It was already dark out, the street lights were coming on by now... Not soon would dangerous people be out and prowling around. But that was what he had wanted the entire time.

Everyone was probably worrying about her and it was all her fault!

Plopping down on the sidewalk, she buried her face in her hands. This had been the suckiest first days in the history of first days. She had gotten lost, then when she put her faith in a stragner who turned out to be the most dangerous man in Ikebukuro and dumped her on the streets at night.

She could feel her eyes begin to water, streaming down her face. Wiping her hands against her cheeks, she tried to dry them off. Try to be happy that she was even in Ikebukuro. The tears wouldn't stop, they kept streaming down her face. It seemed to her that all she could do was royally screw things up.

"What the hell are you doing sitting on the side of the street?"

Smoldering ash filled her nose as she looked up to a tall man dressed in a black slacks, a white shirt and a black vest over it. His eyes were obstructed by the sunglasses he wore, even though it was still night. His blonde hair seemed to come from a box, and his legs were long and slender.

Tohru looked up, sniffling.

He held the cigarette between his thumb and index finger,

"The hell? Why are you crying?"