True to his word Izaya didn't leave her alone and played the role of friend way too disturbingly well.

She had woken up in an unfamiliar bed that smelled like a man slept here. The bed was comfy, but her low blood pressure was getting to her. She hated mornings because they were so tedious.

Blinking to get a better view of her surroundings, she noticed the place was well coordinated in multiple shades of black and gray.

Sitting up she heard noise coming from somewhere. It startled her ears; slowly getting up from the bed she noticed she was still in yesterday's clothes. They smelled of clean detergent so that was a good sign.

She restrained the yawn that wanted to be let out. Her noise twitched at a peculiar smell ahead of her. She stood up slowly taking in her surroundings walking towards the noise.

Walking past the furniture, she noticed it was rather clean for a man's apartment. She found her bag next to the bedside and then rummaging around it she found her toothbrush and toothpaste. Heading to the bathroom she used his sink. Her memory was still fuzzy from yesterday, but she did remember watching his back before passing out.

She was probably spacing out again because she found herself walking automatically towards the sound and then staying in one place.

Izaya in a kitchen was strange enough as it was, but for Izaya having a woman watching him with that gaze of hers was also a first.

"See something you like?" Izaya teased

Satomi tilted her head sideways in wonder. "If you wear a pink apron then yes."

"Sorry for the delay, but your breakfast is served." Izaya smiled showing her the pan.

She moved closer to him taking the pan out of his hand observing the black alien in it. "You should never be allowed in the kitchen."

"Ehhh, my culinary skills are perfectly normal though." He responded

"For a dead man maybe. You'll kill people with this poison." She muttered in disinterest. Dropping the pan into the sink, she searched the cupboards and fridge for ingredients to make something decent.

Izaya was quite amused at her words, she was perfectly blunt, but he hated her reaction towards him. It was composed and unfeeling. Not to say she wasn't beautiful, but it was that attitude that blew people off.

He noticed her eyes scanning his profile with the utmost concentration. It was as if she could see through him as if he was invisible in her eyes.

"Get out" She apathetically ordered

Izaya was grinning at the poor girl. "If I don't?"

Her blue eyes moved to his eyes relaying her seriousness. "I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready."

"You're not making any sense Satomi-chan." Izaya tsked

"Sleep deprived injured people should go to sleep, not play with fire." She reasoned lightly brushing her fingers on the skin below his right eye.

"Is that sympathy I hear?" He questioned shivering lightly at her warm touch. He made no move to leave.

"It's called common sense." Even though she was showing none herself. She focused her attention on the task at hand. "Something you seem to lack."

"Can't argue there." Izaya chuckled amused playing along with the theatrics.

She lowered her hand to his chest feeling the very real heartbeat he possessed. Even though he was in many ways wicked and evil, she couldn't bring herself to hate this man.

What really astounded the young girl was the fact she allowed him to take her to his apartment. Usually she would've had the last punch before something like this happened, but with him it was totally different.

The beating of his heart was rhythmic and soothing easing her mind.

The thumping of his heart made her feel... relieved? She wasn't entirely sure of this emotion, but it troubled her.

Izaya noticed the hand over his heart was warm, her small hand was shaking as if she was scared. Her expression never changed, but it was her eyes that told a different story. Her blue eyes revealed some kind of emotion, but for what, he wasn't sure just yet.

"Please," She murmured in a whisper lightly leaning her forehead to the spot above his heart. "I'd be troubled if you died in front of me. I don't need that kind of unpleasant memory."

To anyone else it made her seem like she valued herself more than others, but he could tell this was her kindness. Harder to recognize, but it was there.

He smiled at her unexpected actions. She was just as shocked at her own actions, but too stubborn to show her embarrassment.

She felt an arm gently go around her waist while another finger lifted her chin forcing her to meet the bastard's eyes.

Satomi could feel the heat from his body and the increasing heat of her own.

The funny thing was it didn't show on her face.

Izaya was enjoying the feel of another human being and he chuckled while keeping a mischievous gaze locked with hers. "If you remove that contact lens in your eye and let me see you properly, I'll comply with your wishes."

Her eyes widened at the small distance between their faces once more. "Sneaky"

He smiled, "Why thank you"

For the first time she sighed lifting a hand towards her eye removing the blue lens. Blinking she met his eyes with her own differently coloured irises.

Her straight expression was humorous to him because he was elated to find cracks in her armor. She felt his lips press against her temple hot and gentle; so unlike him that it made her shiver at the contact between them.

Another voice cleared their throat making them snap out of their little bubble. Satomi realizing their position lightly pushed him away before meeting the eyes of his secretary.

Izaya shrugged "I'll let you take care of the rest then." Waving once he went off to probably take a nap just as promised leaving her in the kitchen with the secretary.

Namie was surprised to find a woman other than her who endured that annoying bastard's presence. The girl seemed to look around nineteen years old or early twenties and she didn't seem in the least fazed by her appearing now. That came to Namie as odd.

Her eyes were quite a strange colour for a Japanese, but she was a cool kind of beauty much different from the other girl that had came by.

"Have you eaten yet." Satomi muttered in monotone towards the older woman.

Namie, startled, blinked "Oh-um no not yet."

Satomi nodded continuing her work in something good to eat. She silently made breakfast while Namie stood awkwardly watching.

Namie had to admit this girl was rather pretty although her choice of clothing could be changed. Her eyes seemed like her best feature because rather than sharp and calculating; it was more like she was still day dreaming.

"Has he ever made a move on you?" Satomi's voice had a tiny bit of emotion in it.

"Eh? That bastard? Never. Are you interested in him?" Namie turned the question back to the girl.

The girl shook her head slowly. "Just making sure of his preferences."

"Crazy nut job is all I can say." Namie brushed her hair over her shoulder. "I don't even know if he likes either gender."

The girl tilted her head in wonder. "Do you wish him dead?"

"Che! He's not right in the head, but he gets the job done and the pay is good."

"Is that so..." Satomi murmured lost in thought putting a pot under the tap. "You've been working hard."

Namie crossed her arms unsure of this girl's intentions. "Why are you here?"

Satomi was unsure herself. "To keep my promise." She knew at least that much.

"Huh, well good luck with that." Namie awkwardly answered not sure of this girl's thinking.

"Would you like some breakfast?"

Namie blinked at this girl's courteous nature and smiled. "Thanks, yeah I'll eat."

The girl showed an unexpected smile that lit up her face. "I'm glad"

"What's your name?" Namie asked "I'm Namie"

Satomi answered "Most just call me Satomi, Namie-san."

"Here," Satomi finished a plate of food for Namie-san. "This is for you. Izaya's will need a bit more preparing."

Namie was liking this girl a bit better; Hisoné and her were quite similar in those aspects.

Namie let her get on with her business eating her food quietly.

A little while later Izaya was still asleep on the couch recuperating from lack of sleep because of a certain someone in his bed. She was quite defenceless for a stoic person. She didn't mind sleeping next to him even going as far as cuddling into his side sleeping soundly.

She looked so peaceful asleep that he didn't have the heart to wake her up.

It was amazing really; to think there was a woman he didn't mind having near him. She was a funny person; she was as predictable as people could get.

Now he was dozing off while she was making breakfast rather than trying to find info on her. It was a mystery to him why he trusted her so easily.

He heard the clanking of metal and cutting and then he could hear her light footsteps heading towards him. He kept his eyes shut waiting to see what her next move would be.

He felt her crouch down placing a hand on his shoulder. She lightly shook him. "Izaya, food's ready."

He opened his eyes to see there was no animosity as usual in her expression. She seemed to be examining his expression in full detail.

"By any chance did you poison the food?"

"Unlike you, I don't have a secretary to bring me coffee." She answered without malice. She tilted her head like a child before asking.

"There's something I'd like to confirm with you."

"What would that be?" Izaya surprised at her words. He pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"Making me fall for you. Do you wish for a romantic love, the worshiping kind, the friendship kind or obsessive kind?"

Izaya smiled secretly "That'll be my little secret."

"You will make me fall in love with you, but you will not feel any romantic attachment to me. Because you are either gay or asexual." She concluded bluntly.

Izaya thought about it. It did seem unreasonable, but it was just like him to do something like this. "Sounds about right. Although scratch out the gay part. I'm pretty confident of my own sexuality."

She nodded slowly kind of disappointed at his answer. At least one thing was for sure. He wouldn't try any moves on her like those fuckers in the Yellow Scarves or Blue Squares. Pissed her off to no end.

"Least I won't have to worry about rape or STIs." She muttered unfazed. She sat on the edge of the couch giving him the bowl. She took her bowl and started eating next to him quietly.

Izaya was chuckling to himself at her standards. He took the bowl gratefully enjoying her home cooked meal. "Thanks for the food."

She turned the TV on flipping the channel to the news.

A man has been found killed, but no signs of who killed him have been found. The only thing left at the scene seems to be a small black paper crane.

Satomi didn't show any emotion for the man and neither did Izaya.

"The outcome of a careless man." Satomi murmured to herself. "By his hand, death is inevitable."

Izaya blinked at her words. It was as if she knew very well who it was behind the killing.

She didn't further her words. Satomi leaned on his arm not in the least uncomfortable around his presence.

"Friends... they seem tedious." Satomi quietly speculated flipping the channel to a cartoon show.

"I wouldn't know. I love all humans." Izaya remarked finishing his food.

"I don't know how to be a friend." She reasoned placing her bowl down with Izaya following suit.

"I don't either." Izaya reassured

She turned her head to look up at him. "Shall we just be as we normally are with each other?"

"Procrastinate?"

She grinned. "Exactly."

Izaya froze realizing it was the first sign of emotion on her face he'd seen so far. The small grin she showed was adorable as if she didn't know if it was appropriate to. It made her look like any young teenager; no it was more than that. No one's smile had ever affected his judgement. He leaned his forehead to hers not allowing her gaze to waver from his.

He smiled honest and open. "You know, this is the first time I've seen your expression change."

She blinked in confusion before covering her lips in shock at her own carelessness.

"You weren't supposed to see that." She mumbled.

He laughed enjoying her embarrassment.

"No I actually meant it as a compliment." Izaya rephrased lightly taking her wrist moving it from her lips. "You should smile more often. I'm being honest" He defended noticing the distrust in her eyes. "You look better when you smile."

She didn't seem convinced. "I should say the same for you. Your smile doesn't seem as mocking as usual."

"Does it bother you?" Izaya asked curious of her thoughts.

"Not really." She turned her head reverting back to her neutral expression. She wouldn't know if she was bothered if you shot her through the heart. "I need to go to the University."

"Hai, hai the wonders of youth." Izaya brushed off.

She stood up grabbing her bag and heading for the door with light footsteps. She nodded in goodbye towards Namie which Namie responded to.

She carefully put on her shoes before looking at Izaya.

"Thank you for letting me crash here." She bowed respectively.

Izaya smiled mischievously. "Stop by anytime, Satomi-chan."

Ignoring his comment, something flew in his direction. He dodged it of course, but it was quite the impressive move. Pick-pocketing him was no easy task. To take one of his own knives… what an interesting girl.

She shrugged unfazed by her own actions. "Just to keep you on your toes."

"I'm off" She said waving behind her.

Izaya smiled "Have a good day"

The door closed behind her leaving Namie and Izaya in silence. Izaya hopped off the couch saying out of the blue. "I'm bored."

Namie, who had been quietly watching the two, was sceptical at Izaya's behavior towards the girl. It was so unlike his usual cunning conduct of a situation.

"If you were as nice to girls as you were to her, you'd probably have a girlfriend now." Namie remarked

"Not interested," Izaya shrugged

"You may not be, but what about her?"

Izaya smiled wickedly "She doesn't see us that way. To her I am nothing more than an acquaintance."

Namie frowned at his certainty of that statement. "Another one of your pawns, isn't she?"

Izaya chuckled wickedly. "No worries, I will give her the same love as I do to all my lovely little humans."

In her eyes the close intimacy between the two seemed more like lovers rather than merely acquaintances. She in truth felt that Satomi might be one of the only two people who could make him look human. In a small part of Namie's mind, she felt sorry for the girl, being trapped in this sick bastard's web with no way out.

Satomi was in a pinch realizing her mistake. She'd shown that man 'weakness.' She knew full well that man was coming back and she didn't like it. Not one bit.

She remembered all too well what that man did to her and Hisoné.

She couldn't bring herself to not care about this event.

"Satomi!" Hisoné's voice called "Have you figured out the answer yet?"

Satomi shook her head. "Not yet. Hisoné, the news it said he's here in Japan."

Hisoné's eyes darkened knowing full well. "The man who… You never did let me meet him that time. Would you like me to deal with him?"

Satomi was horrified at the thought. "No, as long as he doesn't bother with me; it's fine."

Hisoné frowned at her denial. "You know you can't lie to me right?"

Satomi smiled "Of course not. You're the only one who sees through the pretenses."

"Also, I assume Izaya has proposed a game with you." Hisoné mentioned lightly

Satomi coughed. Figures Hisoné would find out.

"Not like I disapprove. I'm just observing." Hisoné chuckled "Like I said make the best of the opportunity."

Hisoné waved "I have to get going now. Good luck."

Satomi exhaled slowly, her version of a sigh, before heading to her apartment for a change of clothes. It wouldn't be right to go to the University in the same clothes and she needed to grab her materials for the class.

It was peaceful in a way, the only concept she wished she could change was the past. If that could be changed it would be perfect.

She felt murmurs coming from the passersby. She heard key words like silver, cat, strange, blue, different eyes.

She had forgotten to put on the contact lens back into her eye. She ignored them not in the mood to care.

The closer she got the more dread she felt. Walking up the steps a while later, she felt a chill go down her spine. Slowly she turned the knob to the darkened room. The stench was strong smelling of rust; strange since it smelled like normal since yesterday.

She turned on the light to find herself flinging another knife at her wall in surprise. She blinked noticing the red stains on the wall leading to the middle of the room. The very few pieces of furniture she had had been moved except for one chair.

On that chair, sat an exact replica of her except she look tortured with agony in her expression. The eyes gouged out and blood for tears still dripping down the floor. The doll looked more like a corpse just sitting limply on the chair. Ripped clothes, pale skin... she had to give credit where credit was due. On the floor, the words were written in blood.

THIS COULD BE YOU...

SATOMI-CHAN

Of course, normal people would be calling 411 screaming down the streets for someone to save them.

But of course, Satomi wasn't normal. Rather she didn't find this display creepy, disgusting, scary or even disturbing.

In truth, she was pleased even if it didn't show on her face. It was easier to find someone who wanted to be caught.

Bullying was such an overrated method these days, rather harassment was a better word for it.

The only feeling she was going through was... satisfaction? Was that the right word? She wasn't really sure herself, but it did get to her somehow.

Her apartment was totally trashed what with all the gore and the stench. More unnecessary trouble had arrived.

Looks like she was going to be staying at that guy's house a little longer...

She paused at her own thinking. Doesn't it seem a bit too convenient, this setup?... She thought

Satomi shook her head. No, it couldn't be... that was just impossible.

Right?

She would later regret ever underestimating that Eskimo with that one thought.

Thanks for anyone reading this so far. This story I'm playing with the plot right now so it may not get updated right away, but favourite or follow if you want to know what happens next.

A little snippet of the next chapter.

"I heard about your little game." The girl smiled

"Is that so? You think I could make her fall for me?" Izaya asked

She let out a quiet laugh. "I think you are more likely to fall for her than the other way around."

Izaya blinked at her statement. "Why do you think so?"

"That's simple" The girl reasoned "She's not your pawn."

"You are hers."

Well I say snippet, but this might change when I write the chapter out. (Not really sure if that can even be called a snippet-_-') Anyways hope anyone reading has enjoyed;)

Review or comment your thoughts:)

Disclaimer: Don't own Durarara. Only own my OCs.