An: This chapter will have Izaya. Dammit! It will! JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM? If you can tell me where beginning sentences originate from you get a Koooooooookie-krisp.
So this is the Second Chapter of my life.
All the wrong words at all the wrong times, so yeah.
"What did you say to him anyway?" I asked Mina when I finally reached her house. Hori had given me to directions and my new roommate didn't even bother to lock the door.
She was huddled into a ball on the couch. She was shoveling strawberry ice cream into her face. I doubted she had bought chocolate… which somewhat upset me. Seeing as I spent over an hour trying to find her apartment.
"Eh mmmff mf hrma mmmf bamffs." She muttered. I looked at her like she was retarded.
"What?" I couldn't catch any of that with a lacrosse stick.
"I said I want to have your babies…" She said very quietly. I laughed straight at her.
"Y-You actually SAID that?" I cackled. She threw a pillow at me, direct to the face. "Mrf. Don't worry I couldn't hear you, so I doubt he could."
"But what… WHAT IF HE COULD?" She yelled. She didn't have to. I was standing right there. She jumped up and ran into the other room.
I stood there, dumbfounded… where was I going to put my stuff?
All the right moves and all the wrong clothing choices, so yeah.
I went out the next day. The sun was extremely bright. I just wanted to get away from Mina's gloomy self. It was weird… I didn't feel like I had changed that much…
I mean, I wasn't being used or bullied like in Osaka, but… All I knew was that I didn't want to be a weak-hearted person. That was something I could not become. Someone who stands in the background watching events. That meant I need to help Mina. Somehow…
I sat on a bench to think. What was the cure for telling someone that? She couldn't just avoid him. GAH! I needed someone else's opinion on the matter. I fiddled with my yellow jacket as a way to gather my thoughts. I glared at the ground in deep thought. I kind of felt like hitting something. Damn, this was annoying me. I couldn't think a single thing.
"Fuck!" I cursed, punching the bench. I hissed in my self frustration. It wasn't til that moment I noticed people staring at me. I wondered why. Was it that I kind of looked like a bee? What with my black skirt, dark grey tank top, and yellow hoodie.
I looked around. At that moment everyone averted their gazes. People in Ikebukuro were strange. I got up and people flinched.
"Strange." I murmured walking away from that area. My hands rested in my pockets. There was a feeling in the pit of my stomach. The feeling that told me I was being followed. I saw a sports shop and decided to head in there, just in case I being paranoid.
That feeling left me for a while, but it came back. I went to the baseball area and picked up a bat. Slowly dragging it on the ground, I went to the cash register.
I placed it on there and the kind old man at working at the register let me have it for half off.
"Wow… are you sure Ojii-san?" I asked him.
"Yes, yes just take it!" He said in a panicked voice. I didn't argue with him after that.
As I left the store I could still feel whoever following me. At least I had a bat to protect myself with. I had only beaten someone up once in my life. It was also with a bat. I didn't really want to, Kana forced me to beat up a girl she didn't like just to show her that even the weakest in her group could put her in hospital for a year with multiple broken bones. The victim never said it was me, for fear of what Kana would do to her after. It was my first year of High School, and as much as I hated to admit it, I liked beating her up. It released all of my hatred for Kana that I couldn't express.
I decided it was time to face my stalkers. I turned into an alleyway. I turned to face them. They were three wannabe gangsters. They were chuckling. Wielding lead pipes in their hands.
"I thought the Yellow Scarves were gone, but I guess not. Yo! We're from the Dollars and we're here to put you in your place!" The one in the middle said. He had he baseball cap on in that annoying to the side fashion. He was tan to the point of being orange.
"I have absolutely no idea what the hell you're talking about." I sighed, leaning to my right. I really just wanted to beat these guys up for so damn stereotypically douche bagish.
"Though I 'ad no clue the Scarves had such fine ladies." The one on the far left laughed. He had some retarded bandana/ascot thing around his neck.
"Too bad we gonna haftah ruin that pretty little face of yours." The right one smiled. This one was a real gem, he was wearing what was more than likely 100% pure plastic bling and had a white tee-shirt one.
"Eh? What bad boys picking on a harmless girl!" What could only classify as the most sarcastic voice I've ever heard called. The trio turned their heads.
A rather handsome twenty-some year old stood smirking. He had short black hair and reddish brown eyes. The thing that caught my eye was his black coat with rather fluffy looking fur.
I took that distraction as a cue to hit Bandana Man over the head with my bat. He stumbled a bit, bleeding from the head. His friends ignored Fluffy the Thug Slayer and came after me. Bling Boy ran towards me, swinging his lead pipe. Thankfully, he missed.
"Ow!" Cap-e-Tan cried in pain. Bling and I stopped, looking at Fluffy. Cap-e-Tan's shoulder had a small cut on it.
"I just hate to be ignored, I'm so sorry." Fluffly smirked.
"You bastard!" Cap-e-Tan ran towards Fluffy. Who dodged quickly.
I once again carpe diem-ed, and hit Bling in the back of the legs. He fell to the ground just as Bandana got up from his head injury. Picking up his lead pipe, he rushed towards me. I had to think quick.
"Batter-up!" I cheered, hitting him in the face with the steel bat. That was a line that sounded cooler in my head.
I looked over at the Fluffy and Cap-e-Tan epic battle. Cap-e-Tan staggered back, multiple scratches on his face. It didn't even look as if Fluffy had moved his hands from his pockets.
"Ah! Man, you're just made of testosterone, aren't you?" Fluffy asked cheerfully. Cap-e-Tan started walking backwards, then finally ran away. I smirked a little at the victor-
"Aggg." I choked as I tried to pull the lead pipe away from my neck. I had no success.
"Hey bastard, don't move or I snap the little lady's neck in half." Bling grinned. Damn retard. He would be able to quote snap my neck in half with a lead pipe. Snap my neck? Yes. In half? No.
"Aaaa." I tried to kick, but he just tightened his grip. Fucking fuck.
"I guess I'm no match for you." Fluffy sighed, throwing his hands in the air. I could feel Bling smile, until his grip loosened.
"Cha!" He sneered letting me go. His wrist was bleeding slightly. Allowing me to escape was a fatal mistake. I kicked him as hard I could in the worst place for a man to get hit. Bling fell to his knees. Even Fluffy looked slightly in pain at the simple thought of it. I then picked up my bat and walked towards Fluffy.
All the right friends in all the wrong places, so yeah.
"It's been a while since I've seen a member of the Yellow Scarves…" Fluffy smiled as we were walked down the street.
"What is that anyway?" I stopped and looked at him, feeling like an idiot for not knowing about it.
"You don't know what color gangs are?" He lifted eyebrow, still smirking.
"AH! So you mean it's like the Yakuza!" I gasped a little.
"Not really, where are you from?" He asked.
"Osaka…" I blinked.
"That explains a lot." He nodded. I gave him a good fuck you look. The air became extremely quiet. "Anyway you should probably not wear that jacket again."
"Are you going to buy me a new one?" I asked. "Because this is the only jacket I brought from home."
"What did you run away or something?" He smirked, it was creepy. I shook my head.
"I'm nineteen, if I leave home it's perfectly normal. Actually, leaving home is encouraged at my age." I informed him. He let out an 'ah'. "Hey, um…"
He looked at me with no interest as to what I was going to say next. That totally made me feel great about myself.
"Okay, so metaphorically, you're a shy woman with a low self esteem. If you told the metaphorical man you love that you want to have his babies by accident, what would you do?" I asked him in hopes that he'd help. "Oh, and you're not sure whether he heard you, but you hope he didn't because you made a total ass of yourself anyway."
He blinked and began laughing. I had to admit it that, yes it was kind of funny, but I didn't need that answer from him.
"Who are you talking about? Is this metaphorical woman you?" He smiled. I shook my head and informed him it was a friend. "Sure a 'friend'"
He put quotations around the word friend. I gave him a look that said I'd beat him with that bat.
"Forget I even asked." I huffed. I ran my fingers through my newly blonde hair. It was soft. I wondered what I'd do with that situation. If I were Mina, I wouldn't have been in that situation to begin with. I wouldn't have confessed my love to him, or anyone for that matter. Or maybe new me would have just came out and shout it to the world…
"Orihara Izaya." Fluffy said out of nowhere. What? Why did that sound familiar? "That's my name."
"Ria." I said in response. I was now expecting the typical, 'No last name?' to occur.
When all he did smile and say "Let's be friends, Ri-chan!" I was surprised.
"Uh… sure?" I was really hoping that wasn't a bad idea.
"Do you have a cell phone?" He asked. I nodded, pulling it out. We exchanged numbers. "Is Kana the friend you were talking about?" He inquired. I snatched my phone out of his hands.
"No. She's not my friend, I just haven't deleted that number." I said. I actually tried to delete all of them, but for some reason I found myself able to push the 'yes' button. I didn't understand why. I wasn't worried she'd find out… I just wanted to see if they would call or text for me to please come back. In retrospect, that was really pathetic.
I looked at the number in my phone, that made my fifth friend, actually acquaintance, in Ikebukuro. This time it was an attractive male who I was pretty sure was heterosexual… unlike Hori who was an attractive male that I was pretty sure wasn't heterosexual. I read the words Orihara Izaya…
Orihara…
Orihara was a pretty unique name. One would think I'd remember where I'd it before.
He's always chasing after Orihara.
I turned my attention to the man in front of me.
"Orihara…" I said in a small voice.
"You can just call me Izaya, Ri-chan!~" He smirked that creepy smile of his.
"Do you know someone with the name Heiwajima?" I asked. His smile faded. He started walking and I followed him.
"Well I-" He was cut short by a motorcycle flying in the air and smacking him to the ground. HOLY SHIT! I ran over to him, as any decent person would.
"Izaya-san, daijoubou desu ka?" I asked, seriously? Why was I the only checking to see if he was alright?
"I-ZA-YA-KUN!" I heard a familiar voice yell. I turned my head to see Heiwajima.
"Holy fuck…" I whispered. Heiwajima looked at me.
"Don't I know you?" He asked. I shook my head violently, not wanting to be hurt in any way. "Yeah, you're the friend of thaaa-"
He trailed off, as if he didn't really want to remember it. Maybe he did hear Mina's bizarre confession. The smartass genes inside me arose at this moment.
"Yes, but you don't know me. Like my name, where I hail from, or any other such things." I explained. He looked at me annoyed. Izaya sat up and brushed himself off. "Holy shit, how are you able to get up?"
"Shizu-chan!~ You scared poor little Ri-chan!" He said, but not in the regular playful tone, it was more of a I hate you and everything you stand for.
"I'm… just gonna leave… you two seem like you have matters to settle." I said, backing up only a bit.
"No, do stay. You wanted to know if I knew a Heiwajima. He's right here." Izaya said a serious voice that didn't suit him.
"I know that…" I said backing away some more.
"Eh? You know each other?" Izaya raised an eyebrow.
"Don't rape the question, Izaya-san. I already said that no, we technically do not. I didn't even know his first name was Shizu." I said. The black haired man began laughing. I really couldn't understand why.
"That's not my first name…" Heiwajima said throwing his cigarette on the ground and stomping on it. He grabbed a light post and pulled it out of the ground. "IT'S HEIWAJIMA SHIZUO!"
I hauled ass out of there. Fuck my life. Izaya was right behind me as Heiwajima threw the light post our way.
I began to realize I had just made friends with the wrong person.
