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Rika was in the middle of a conversation with Shizuo when her phone started ringing fishing her dark orange phone out of her pocket she saw that no one was calling. Then that means? Grabbing the other phone Rika looked at the name of the only person with this number lighting up on the screen. She looked at Shizuo to see if he saw the name on the screen, but he was looking ahead completely ignorant of the mess about to occur.

She thought of ignoring the call but then Izaya might keep calling or come by and visit her himself so she decided against that idea and to actually pick up the phone that she's been letting ring for too long. "Uhm, Shizuo" Rika called "I need to take this, you can go ahead"

He gave a broad shouldered shrug and went on ahead with one hand raised in farewell. Answering the phone Rika stiffened; because the voice that just said "Rikaaaaaa-chaaaan" came from not only the phone but; whirling around she saw Izaya not ten steps away from her holding his phone to his ear and waving wildly. Just when she was about to walk over and scold him for being so loud and being a bother to his surroundings a vending machine flew right over her head making her stiffen.

Izaya immediately crouched with the grace of a cat effectively dodging the vending machine aimed for his head.

"Izaaaaayaaaaaaa! Didn't I tell you never to show your face in my city?!" Shizuo yelled at the top of his lungs.

"But Shizu-chan I came to visit Rika-chan!" Izaya explained as he dodged a stop sign and ran up to said woman, placing both hands on her shoulders and hiding behind her. "Cute, right? She's my pet kitten. She's still a bit unscrupulous and immoral. But I'm sure you can overlook it after all she is appealing to look at. Really, quite beautiful." Izaya felt her shaking under his fingertips, either from suppressed anger or fear from almost being hit by a vending machine. "Rika-chan?" He called.

Rika couldn't help it anymore; this was exciting though she hoped that she wouldn't get injured. She heard Izaya call her again and she burst out laughing, these two were fun.

Izaya looked at her, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before he smoothed his features out back into his cocky smirk. How interesting. She didn't act the way he had expected her to, so she was a human worthy of his time. He felt his smirk growing wider by the second and he watched her laugh. She had a cute laugh, small, timid like she wasn't sure she was suppose to or she was trying to suppress it. She looked normal enough, gorgeous to him, but he had to wonder how many screws loose she had in that pretty little head of hers to laugh in the situation she was in, didn't she realize she was in between two of the most dangerous men in Ikebukuro? She did, he realized. 'That's why she laughed'. His smirk turned into a full blown smile.

'She's enjoying this.' He laughed quietly to himself, pulling her closer by moving his hands to wrap around her waist until her back met with his chest. She swiftly elbowed him making him wince at the pain, but he didn't let her go, instead tightening his grip.

"Izaaayaaa!" Shizuo had had enough, throwing a car at him. Izaya dodged of course, but he left her there to fend for herself. Doing the only thing that came to mind, Rika ducked and it narrowly missed her head. She could fight, but Izaya and Shizuo were in a different league; no matter how much she loved the feeling of adrenaline pumping through her veins she needed to get out of there now.

Running in the complete opposite direction of Izaya she heard him yell "Rika-chan, where are you going?! The fun is just starting!"

She ignored him completely and focused on the task of running while carrying around the extra weight that was her groceries. She only stopped when the sound of unreal objects being thrown was completely gone, slowing down her pace before coming to an abrupt halt and looking around to where she had run. She realized she was near her old school: Raira Academy. Deciding against ever going near that place she just began wandering the busy streets, it was that time if day when the sun looked like it couldn't decide whether it should sink and let the darkness out or creep back up and blind everyone with its bright rays.

Her phone was ringing again. Thankfully the orange one, answering it in one quick movement "You rang?"

"Ri-ka!" Yelled Shizuo's voice through the line, she winced at the tone he was using with her. "WHY THE HELL WAS THAT FLEA BASTARD ACTING SO CLOSE WITH YOU!? STAY AWAY FROM HIM!"

"Well, Shizuo" –you know the things they say about how texting or talking through the phone is easier than actually saying it to the persons face? Well, Rika was glad to find out that that was true, her damned stutter was gone and she didn't have to worry about the random blushing attacks. Now that she could talk properly with him, she spoke straight and to the point –"We met by chance and he's rather delusional"

"DON'T EVER GET NEAR HIM AGAIN!" He yelled again and she heard him chanting the word 'kill, kill, kill' over and over again through the line making her sweat drop and smile at the same time. Glad that his fit of rage was over and he was back to the same, old Shizuo.

"Yes, I promi-" The phone was suddenly snatched out of her hands by a large man with three other men with him and a weird girl with orange looking skin, she had the Raira Academy uniform. Rika saw that the large man ended her call and she momentarily panicked at what reaction Shizuo would have the next time he saw her or rather even right now. They began mumbling amongst themselves and one of them spoke up "Hey, she's pretty cute, dontcha' think?" The girl with them scoffed and went back to texting on her phone as if she couldn't care less that a woman was about to be beat up or worse in front of her. That academy has really changed since she last went there.

Getting ready to run, Rika threw a dart in one of the men's eyes and used that opening as an escape. Quickly sprinting off in some random direction, only two of the men gave chase while the girl and probably her boyfriend stayed behind. In the corner of her eye, Rika saw a young boy with dark hair donning the Raira Academy uniform enter the alley. She hoped he would be okay, but right now she had her own problems to deal with and not to mention these damn groceries were still getting in the way of her running. She threw another dart, this one hitting one of the guys in an artery on one their right thighs. When she rounded a corner and was about to throw another one, the man was suddenly knocked out cold by a punch.

Following the hand to its owner, her eyes met with a man she didn't recognize. He had a hoodie and a black bonnet and he was with three others, they were all in a van.

"Are you alright?" The man asked making Rika smile tiredly

"It's been a very long day" Rika bowed her head respectively "I'm Kigami Rika. Those men were chasing after me, thanks for the help." He nodded his head in understanding and introduced himself and his friends saying how it was no problem and if she needed a ride back, an offer she gladly accepted.

"Whoa! Did you see what she did to that guy's leg, Yacchin?" -Erika exclaimed excitedly to Walker- "She did that with a DART! It was like from a manga!"

Walker not missing a beat replied just as enthusiastically to his partner; "And doesn't her name remind you of Rika the Thorn Queen from Air Gear?"

As they entered their own little world of anime and manga, Dotachin was asking where she wanted to be dropped off, giving directions and in no time at all with the crazy driving Rika was back at her shop. "Please come in and have some cake if you guys aren't too busy" Rika offered and they went parading in her shop at the prospect of some free cake keeping the place lively and only leaving before the shops opening hours with a promise to return and exchanging emails.

The shop opened at night, so as to work with Rika's troublesome sleeping schedule. The staff came in and got the place ready, five minutes before opening when the door chimed to signal someone coming in she didn't turn thinking that it was Miho and Rito, but when she wasn't greeted by the usual hug from Rito she turned to the door to see a woman with dark hair wearing a red skirt and green sweater. An odd combination, but it looked oddly good on her.

"May I help you?" One of the waitresses said politely "The shop isn't open yet, but we could seat you and you can have a look at the me-" The woman stopped the waitresses babble with a wave of her hand implying that she wasn't there to eat.

"I'm looking for Kigami Rika. Is she present?"

"That would be me." The woman looked at Rika as though she was inspecting her and trying to find something that she just couldn't see.

"My name is Yagiri Namie. Orihara Izaya's secretary" Namie mumbled the last part "He wanted me to give this to you" Walking over, Namie handed Rika a medium sized black bag.

"Thank you. Please have a slice of cake or a cup of coffee before you go, working for him must be aggravating" Namie nodded in gratitude and ordered a cup of coffee she was clearly in no rush to get back, seeing as how she took a small seat in the corner, perfect for being alone.

Rika leisurely opened the bag taking out its contents, it was an ungodly amount of cash with a small note that had Izaya's handwriting scrawled on it reading:

'Meet me in my apartment in Shinjuku as soon as you wake up tomorrow, Namie will tell you the location. Bring the money.

P.S. Burn this letter.

P.P.S. You have awful taste in men'


Izaya was in his apartment in Shinjuku, his plan was in motion. He just needed to find a place to hide the cash for the time being it would be a problem if the man who wanted info got a hold of that money too early. If nothing happened to the money during its brief stay under Rika's care then Izaya could use Rika's place for smuggling goods under the façade that the shop needs it or even as a safe house for himself in Ikebukuro, if the need should arise. But in a worst case scenario and he's forced to flee…

He'd have to bring the head there personally.

He needed to keep her out of sight of the color gangs and the rest of his pawns. If the color gangs found out about their little game there would be hell to pay, but how to keep her out of sight and ensure that she becomes a part of the game herself?

The answer was simple, easy: anonymous yet a unanimous group.

He sent her an email, about joining the only group probably larger than the Yellow Scarves.

The Dollars.