Izaya didn't move for a while, he didn't even blink. The stagnant smell of garbage wafted up his nose but he still made no effort to move.

Here he was breathing the same air as humans, here he was back in the human world since the day he made the deal. It wasn't long ago, but it flooded his mine, every detail, as if it happened that very morning.

He pushed himself off the ground and dug his hands deep in his pants pocket, bawling his fists at this city. The same one he had been in during the time he made the deal. Now that he was forced to give his soul to Cassius, he had the ability to go back and forth between the worlds.

The only way he could renown his life is if he followed the idiot's orders.

If there was anything he hated more than the human world, it was him, Cassius. Izaya wasn't the type to get too angry, but when it came to Cassius, his blood boiled with a fiery hatred.

He left behind the befouled alleyway he landed in and suddenly caught sight of blonde hair, it wasn't hard to spot in the massive group of brunettes. Shizuo Heiwajima, stood just a few feet away from him, grinning in fascination.

All Shizuo could think about were these humans, causing Izaya to scoff at the blonde and his naivety. He found Shizuo irritating because before, he was the most powerful being to live, now he had to share the title with that barbarian.

He wished that he could kill the protozoan himself, than Cassius would give him all the power he wanted. He was strictly instructed not to intervene in his death.

A light bulb suddenly went off in his head, a smirk spread across his lips.

He didn't have to share anything. He didn't have to wait for anything.

He eagerly stood on his toes in the midst of the crowd, looking for something. He grinned as soon as he spotted what he needed.

He turned around to where Shizuo stood, and noticed the blonde in his same position. Of course if he did happen to move, a bulldozer like him wouldn't get lost so easily.

"Get ready, Shizuo Heiwajima."

He pushed through the crowd and finally grabbed what he needed. He closed his eyes concentrating on it, her.

He clutched the arm of a tall, brunette women. He held onto her as if she was his only life source. The raven-head's eyes grew red, and burned with fire.

The girl flinched at a sudden hot sensation in her arm, and widened her eyes at the man in front of her. He made sure not to go overboard, even though he wanted to.

"Hello there," he greeted with his signature smirk.

"If you know what's good for you, you won't do anything stupid. Walk into that alley," he nodded to his right where the alley was and let her go.

The women's eyes went red, and tears brimmed over her eyes. She felt as if something was caught in her throat, she had no confidence to scream for help. She cautiously walked to the alley and noticed the predator walking slowly behind her, smirking.

Her arm was still hot from the burn and a black mark was left behind. He was capable of something she had assumed to be fantasy. He might even burn the city to the ground, and kept walking, hoping somebody would notice the situation.

As she entered the alley she realized her chance of survival was slim.

"Tamara Hamilton, model, born and raised in New York City." Izaya smiled at her and didn't hesitate for her response.

"If you haven't realized yet what I can do, than let me demonstrate," the smile dropped from his face. His crimson eyes became a bloodier red, veins popped out from the sides of his head.

Tamara jumped as the green dumpster beside her grew up in flames, but only a second later did it become the size of her finger nail. Although it disappeared altogether, Tamara breathed heavily, her nails dug into the handbag on her shoulder.

"Please, let me live. I'm only twenty-one, life just began for me!" she cried as quietly as she could. Her begging was about as worthy as a nickel to Izaya, but now she'll be willing to do anything.

"Good, that's what I was hoping to hear. I'm not going to kill you, I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm most certainly not going to eat you."

Satisfaction swept over Izaya as her features grew calm, maybe she was heartless enough to go through with his plan.

"I want you to make someone fall in love with you, a specific person. If you do me this one favor, I'll get your memory erased and I'll let you go on with your life." He came closer to her, circling her while she avoided his eye contact.

Her mind screamed for help, but she knew that no ordinary person could hear her.

"Okay, please just don't hurt m-"She cut off suddenly, when a vending machine fell from above their heads and fell right beside them. Izaya's eyes widened, and he looked up, searching for whoever had managed to throw a machine so large.

"Leave her alone."

A/N: One guess as to who that is ;)

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