Chapter 4

~OC's POV~

It's been three days. Three whole days since I've been outside. Coward. I need to go out, be social. I'm about to go crazy! I've paced around my apartment so many times now, you can start to see imprints on the floor, and I think I'm actually starting to break a sweat. It's not like I'll see him again. I hope he doesn't like sushi, because I'm sick of plain rice! I'm going to Russia Sushi!

I got some money out of my bear, grabbed my sweater and my keys, and left.

Outside, it wasn't too crowded, and I made it to Russia Sushi quickly, and safely. "You want sushi?" the black, Russian man asked me with a sweet smile on his face. "Yes." "Welcome, welcome!" He ushered me inside. Looking at the menu, I didn't see anything familiar, so I randomly pointed to a few things, and hoped for the best.

I ate peacefully, paid, and left. I almost forgot about my fears…until I saw blonde hair from the corner of my eye. I jumped, and started to run away, but I quickly realized that he was wearing normal clothes. I exhaled and placed my hand over my fast-beating heart, hoping somehow that would slow it down. Get a grip.

I started to walk. Nowhere in particular. I wanted to explore, get to know the place. After about an hour, I started to feel relaxed, happy even. Until I felt a hand, close over my mouth and pull me into a dark alley between two buildings. My arms started to flail around, and my legs started kicking. I could smell cigarette smoke, and I started trying to scream through the hand over my mouth.

He pushed me up against one of the buildings, and put his other hand around my throat.

~Shizuo's POV~

I found her. I wasn't really looking, but I found her. And now she was going to answer a few questions. I dropped the hand that was over her mouth. "Why are you working for him?" "For who?" she choked out. "Izaya!" "What!?" "Stop playing dumb!" "I'm not! I hate Izaya!" "Huh?" My grip loosened slightly. She put her tiny, shaking hand on my arm and gently tried to pull it away. I wasn't moving, so she stopped pulling, and sighed. "He saved my life my first day here, even though I didn't ask him to, and now he won't leave me alone. My friend, Natsumi, moved here a few months ago, and her first day here, she saw you and Izaya in a fight. She moved back three weeks later, and before I moved here, she told me to stay away from both of you. She said Izaya was a dick, and to avoid him, but she also told me that you were…dangerous." She looked at my arm. "Sorry." I dropped my arm and stepped back.

She rubbed her bruising neck. "She told me if I saw you, to not stare, and to run, but when I saw you, I froze. I couldn't look away. And until you started to walk towards me, I couldn't run, either." "How do I know you're telling the truth?" "You don't." My hands balled into fists. She cringed and closed her eyes as I growled and threw myself towards her, and my fist crashed into the building right next to her head. I glared at her, my face inches from hers, until she opened her eyes. And then she…squeaked? What? I snapped. I pulled away and started laughing. "Okay," I said between spasms of laughter. "I believe you." I started to calm down…until I looked at her again and she was pouting. I lost it again. "Quit it!" she yelled at me, which only made me laugh harder. "Jerk!" After a few minutes, I was able to choke out, "Alright, alright! I think I'm done."

She crossed her arms over her chest and started tapping her foot. "Do you want me to laugh again?" She looked down and let her arms fall to her sides. After a minute or two, things had quieted down, and there was an awkward silence. "Your friend doesn't know what she's talking about." "Yeah, I'm starting to see that. You don't seem too dangerous." "She was right about that. I am dangerous. But you don't need to run from me. I won't hurt you. And when you run, that's what makes me angry. It's more suspicious." "Oh." Things went quiet again. It didn't seem like there was anything else to say, so I walked away.