The more evasive Satomi was, the more intrigued Izaya became. There was something about the thrill of watching the tiny cracks in her armour move.

It wasn't like he had changed her in any way, the way she seemed to handle things so competently made him want to tease her in any way possible. It was funny and a new experience.

Even though Satomi knew he had other motives she played along with his antics. Staying as 'friends' was the easiest excuse to stay close to her.

But if she chose to leave him, he wouldn't have a reason to stop her.

The more he thought about it… he didn't really know much about her outside of what he had seen for himself. For one… he didn't know which University she went to.

He stopped spinning in his chair and stood up taking his jacket and knives getting ready to do some tailing. It had been a while since he'd done his own field work.

First things first he needed to find her. He called the person who knew Satomi best. Flipping open his cell he dialled waiting for the person to pick up.

"It's rare of you to call me. Does this have to do with Satomi?"

"I'm sure you know her whereabouts about now."

"As a matter of fact I do. She's eating breakfast from a convenience store at the moment. She's heading for the subway for school. I'll email you her exact location right about… now."

The ding from his phone alerted him of Hisoné's text. "Thanks"

"You definitely owe me for this. Oh and you'll be surprised how popular she is at school. It's ridiculous honestly, but you'll have to see for yourself. Ah right before I forget… Satomi wants you to meet her at Raira University."

"Is that so…"

"Better be nice, it's the first time she's ever asked me to relay a message like this." Hisoné ended the call with a chuckle abruptly hanging up on the twenty three year old.

Izaya hung up opening up her message to him. Apparently Satomi was still eating her muffin with a cup of hot chocolate waiting for the subway train to arrive with a sleepy look in her eyes.

She seemed to be nodding off on the bench while waiting. There was a very large chance she was going to drop the hot beverage onto herself. Izaya on the other hand was quite a distance from her so he couldn't exactly help her in his position.

To help or not to help was the question. He was a little wary of how unsteady she was in her seat.

Izaya took a step closer to her, ready to walk towards her when another man stepped in before he could.

"Satomi, you should really fix that habit of yours." The man commented ruffling the brunette's hair.

Satomi rubbed her eyes to get a better look at the man's face. "Good morn…ing" She groggily muttered sleepy. "Do you have the notes for yesterday's class."

"As toneless as usual." The man sighed with an exasperated smile.

Izaya watched as Satomi revealed a tiny smile in this man's presence, a man that wasn't him.

"You expect nothing less from the 'Ice Queen'" Satomi retorted with a straight face sipping her hot chocolate. The man handed her the notes while she handed him a different pack of notes.

"You always have the best notes for the sciences" He commented

Satomi in turn stood up munching on her pastry mechanically walking towards the soon-arriving train. It didn't matter to her in truth she just didn't want to be caught without her homework done.

"Shall we go?" The man indicated to the opening doors, but Satomi was distracted by this penetrating stare that was burning holes in her back.

Satomi turned her head attempting to find the person behind her uneasy feeling.

"Satomi?"

Satomi shook her head once very slowly. "It's nothing."

The two stepped into the subway waiting for the doors to close. Izaya being sneaky followed them placing himself a few meters away from them. Watching the intimate scene intrigued Izaya. It wasn't something he himself would have done and yet the man with Satomi did it with so little effort.

The man stood in front of her protecting her from being pushed by the oncoming crowd. He had a hand pressed against the wall next to her head to keep his balance.

Satomi didn't even look bothered, she just stared out the window with a straight face placing ear phones into her wars. The man on the other hand placed a set of head phones over his own ears closing his eyes focusing on the music.

The two didn't speak more than that on the way, but there was a smile on the man's face which bothered Izaya a tiny bit. It was almost as if they were listening to the same track.

The man looked to be in his early twenties wearing a polo shirt and khakis with his messenger bag. He was taller than Izaya by about ten centimetres with the stance of a model with blue black hair that was messy.

The pair made standing an art if Izaya had to be frank.

The male opened his eyes glancing in Satomi's direction with a warm smile.

"You never change."

"What." She responded blinking her eyes once.

"It's nothing" Imitating Satomi's tone earlier.

It irritated how easily that man could easily interact with her that way. While Izaya on the other hand could only watch her from afar. It made him feel like he lost to that student.

IT was hard to admit to think that those two looked like a couple, a perfect match for each other. Maybe it was the way they seemed so comfortable in each other's presence that made him feel like that.

It was strange. Normally Izaya didn't feel any type of emotion from watching his humans interact like this, yet-

Why was it different with Satomi?

The subway car suddenly stopped which caused the two to return to reality. There were no exchanges between them as they walked side by side. Izaya followed them out making note that Satomi did have friends outside of Hisoné.

He walked a certain distance to avoid suspicion as they made their way to Raira University, the school Izaya attended not so long ago.

He recalled the many ways he had made use of his university life. Not exactly what people considered 'normal'

It reminded him of his own words to Satomi a while back.

"Shall we start off as friends?"

It made him reflect on his own relationship with Satomi, were they really friends? It didn't feel that way to him.

He frowned fingering the ring on his finger. It wasn't like his relationship with Shinra, nor was it like his relationship with Shizuo.

Not like Dotachin.

Not like his contract based relationship with Namie.

Nor the player-pawn relationship he had with Masaomi or Mikado.

So what kind of relationship was he pursuing?

For the first time in years he didn't have an answer to his own question.

Izaya reverted his attention back to Satomi and that man. They had stopped and stood in front of a wall talking in hushed tones in which Izaya could not hear very well. Their faces were getting closer to each other. Satomi strangely enough had a deep blush that painted both her cheeks at her lost expression in her embarrassment.

The other guy laughed with a smile ruffling her hair affectionately.

And then something unexpected happen.

The two suddenly backed away from each other as if something had intervened between them. Both individuals were not surprised in the least however they did look at the flip blade that had whizzed past their faces sticking perfectly into the wall beside them.

Satomi stared at the knife knowing too well the only person who would have these type off knives on his person. She turned her head looking for her assailant finding that he had hidden away from sight.

"Was that him? The guy who's caught your interest?" Satomi's companion asked.

Satomi covered her face hoping the heat from her face would calm down. "Hai."

"He has some… interesting hobbies. Does he have a habit of throwing knives whenever men are close to you?"

That was what worried her. "This is the first time it's happened."

"It seems like he's taken a much deeper interest in you than you must have expected."

Satomi exhaled slowly. "I wonder about that. I'm just another 'human' to him. How do you get someone who thinks he's in love with all of humanity to love one person?"

"Do what the rest couldn't do. Stay by his side. Love him."

Satomi ran a hand through her brown roots in a bind at her own situation. That asshole didn't play fair.

It was harder to think of him as just a 'friend' if he did things like this. She had to wonder if her heart was really prepared for the oncoming storm.

"You make it sound like he's a cat." She argued as they began walking into the building.

"Isn't he? I would've been more surprised if you said he was human."

She couldn't argue with that.

The pair didn't stay long as they began walking towards Ikebukuro side by side.

Izaya was still unsure as to why he was still hiding. But he kept observing the pair's movements.

They stopped into a shop looking for cellphones which confused the raven greatly. Why did she need a new cellphone? And why did she need a guy to help her pick?

It was irritating watching them conversing normally like two University students would.

She picked out a grey cellphone that looked similar to her own.

Was she perhaps changing her number?

If that were the case… was she trying to erase her tracks?

It sounded like something she would do. Hisoné and she both have the tendencies to run away.

If he stepped too close she'd run away or worse. Disappear like air.

Was that why he didn't push her for answers?

It made sense.

They went to several other stores, the tailor's.

The pair stopped at Russia Sushi where they were met by Simon at the front who greeted them with a smile. With that loud voice of his it was hard not to hear their conversation.

"Welcome Sa- too- mi, he your boyfriend?"

Satomi kept a composed face but she cracked a tiny smile and didn't answer. She merely shrugged and murmured "Table for three."

Simon found that a little strange only seeing her and her male companion. But she wasn't fazed at the strange look she got from Simon.

Simon motioned for her to come inside in which she nodded her head slightly in gratitude. The two walked inside leaving Simon with a funny feeling that these two were being closely monitored by a troublesome person. Out of the corner of his eye he could sense a dark almost menacing aura coming from the other side of the street.

He just couldn't pinpoint exactly where.

Izaya watched intently as three plates were set up on the table the two sat at.

They were strange. They sat across from each other not speaking a word to each other, but it seemed normal for them. They ordered very quickly.

Izaya was sitting in a cafe that was on the rooftop using a pair of binoculars to watch their position. They seemed to be talking about their visits to the shops.

So on a scale of 0 to 10 how serious are you about him?

… Square root of three. She answered sipping her tea.

So low. I kind of feel bad for him. The male seemed to laugh. A man's heart is no laughing matter Satomi-chan.

Satomi's eyes were focussed somewhere else as she zoned out. "I guess not."

The two stopped talking as the male's food was given to him. Satomi hadn't ordered anything to eat. The man didn't take any notice as he kept on eating while Satomi closed her blue eyes listening to her music.

Izaya was full out suspicious of her behaviour, something was definitely wrong with her. He weighed his options whether or not to interfere with their date.

To pass the time he shuffled a deck of cards to appease his boredom. He watched as she conversed with the man across from her

The cards he held in his hand revealed to have a joker. Which was ironic to say the least.

Out of shock he almost fell out of his chair when he looked through his binoculars.

She was staring straight at him with that straightforward gaze of hers almost as if she knew he had been watching.

Her eyes were unreadable as she stared unblinkingly.

There was no way she could've known that he was watching. But it was still possible. No doubt about it.

Satomi felt compelled to look that specific way for some reason.

"Is something the matter Satomi?" Her friend asked already digging into his food.

She shrugged once not sure if there was anything wrong in particular.

It was more aggravating to know that Izaya was a denser idiot than she had previously thought.

"Just… thinking."

"About him?"

"…" Her silence was her answer.

The friend smirked. "You're very transparent with your emotions even if you don't want to. Makes me want to take you away from him."

"It won't change anything." She responded in monotone. "It's all the same for him."

"Would you like to test his theory?"

She frowned not sure what her companion was planning to do.

Ten minutes later, Izaya noticed the two exiting the restaurant hand in hand as the man dragged her out of there. She didn't resist but she was a little confused as to what was going on at the moment.

"Where are you taking me." Satomi asked tonelessly.

The male smiled. "Stealing you away."

She was being dragged away to who knows where.

"What." She said shocked. Why would he do that?

There were whispers coming from the bystanders watching from a distance. However she didn't realize that it wasn't about her in particular.

Did you just see that?

*SMASH*

Oh my gosh did that guy just stick a knife through a window.

Satomi looked up and sure enough the window of a nearby cafe had been smashed by a sharp knife but the perpetrator had already disappeared.

"I never knew you were so loose Satomi-chan." A voice whispered into her ear, one that she knew so well.

She felt a hand grab her arm and the other around her waist hugging her from behind. She noticed that one of his knives was poking into her stomach as if he was using her as a shield.

Her friend turned around and smirked. "So the stalker finally shows himself. Did you have fun observing her reactions?"

Somehow it ticked off the Eskimo more than it should. His grip tightened on her waist.

"Why yes I got a lot of good dirt on her. I suggest you retreat. She's my prey." Izaya warned.

The other male didn't believe him one bit. He met Satomi's eyes and murmured in Korean. "You better stick with him before he decides to attack me. Explain to him why you've been so busy lately."

"He's an idiot, but he's mine for the time being." She responded in Cantonese.

The male left her shopping bags on the ground letting go of her hand. "I'll leave handling this monster to you." He switched to French.

She smiled unexpectedly with a real sigh coming from her lips. She looked just like any other woman trying to capture a man's heart, determined and beautiful. "The things I do for bastards like him." She murmured in Arabic.

Izaya couldn't keep up with their conversation with the way they kept on switching languages, but there was something strange about her friend.

He couldn't put his finger on it, but it was there. That ominous feeling.

Almost as if they were playing with him and Izaya didn't like it.

"Did you know Izaya-kun? Jealousy doesn't suit you."

The man grinned and swiftly leaned in close giving the nineteen year old a peck on the lips. "Let's go out again sometime Satomi."

Satomi wasn't fazed by his action, but she murmured a "Hai." in return.

Instinctively he threw a knife in the man's direction swiftly enough that he didn't seem to notice that his headphone wire had been cut into three parts. However Satomi noticed his discrete move. She just rolled her eyes once.

The two men made eye contact each grinning devilishly and competitively in which Satomi didn't notice. There seemed to be some animosity between the two, but the other male.

Izaya asked the girl in his arms. "Who was he?"

She contemplated "Ex-boyfriend… maybe."

"I never considered you the type to date." Izaya wondered aloud.

Satomi tilted her head up her stoic expression never wavering in her blue eyes. "I never considered you the type to care."

"You don't have to worry I care about all my humans, including you." Izaya reassured mockingly.

"Mmhmm…" Satomi muttered unconvinced. Wiggling out of Izaya's grasp she picked up the shopping bags the male had left behind.

"You sound… angry." She observed. He wasn't as composed as usual.

Izaya's smirk twitched in response. "Oh what makes you say that?"

"You just cut his headphones in three, you shattered a window with your knife. You even appeared when I wasn't expecting you. You're not acting like yourself." She tonelessly observed.

Still in his arms she could his arms tighten around her waist and wrist. It didn't bother her but it was making her confused.

"I don't understand why." She muttered with one shake of her head.

Izaya really wanted to stab her once. How dense and stupid could a person be? How unaware could a person like her be?

His blood boiled at the thought of that guy kissing her, holding her, loving her. He was almost angry enough to smash another window.

God that didn't sound like him. It was almost as if Shizuo was getting to him. Being rash about his decisions wasn't something he did very often.

"Who was he?" He muttered quietly.

She blinked. "What."

His grip tightened even more causing her to wince in pain as his ring pierced into her skin.

"An acquaintance of mine."

"What kind? A sex buddy? Friend with benefits? Or maybe he's your pimp."

"You know. I'm very close to disposing your body in the next garbage truck." She muttered pissed.

"I'd like to see you try."

"It's what I did to those bastards you sicked on me the first time we met." She muttered.

"Haha. Unlike them, I'm good at playing tag."

"Really… I think you suck at the game." She rebutted. "You're always getting caught."

"By whom exactly."

She just gave him a look wiggling out of his hold. She made her way back into Russia Sushi without him. Whether he chose to follow her in or not was up to him.

He watched her back as walked with her head up high. That was the interesting thing about Satomi. She didn't follow anyone's rules but her own. She didn't need him to help make her decisions. If Hisoné was the sky, then Satomi was the earth. She had her feet planted so deeply in the ground there was almost no way for him to change her.

In a way it annoyed him.

It was almost as if she could throw him away at any moment. She didn't need him in her life so what about him? Did he need her?

Satomi settled herself back into her seat at the table she occupied earlier.

Her food arrived immediately almost as if she had known he was coming. His meal had also arrived even though he didn't order anything yet.

Could it be she had been waiting for him to act out like that? Embarrass himself in front of her companion?

She didn't look like the calculating type, but there was so much he didn't know about her. It made him uneasy if she was really real or not.

She began eating readily in silence. Her brown hair swept over her left shoulder left her neck exposed to his eyes. He wondered as he watched her how much did she know about him?

Her eyes met his and she murmured. "More than you know about me."

Izaya blinked and smirked. Did she perhaps keep tabs on him without him knowing?

"Oh? Do tell. What exactly do you know about me?"

She popped another piece of sushi into her mouth.

"I know you like to read people through how they prepare their food." She began.

"You're absolutely right." Izaya nodded.

"Your favourite food is apples."

"You have two sisters attending Raira Academy as first year students."

"You hate junk food."

"You formed a gambling ring in junior high."

"You even got revenge against Nakura for stabbing Shinra back then, however the public story was that you were the one who stabbed him." She listed.

No one should have known about that. Izaya was a little rattled about how much she knew. "Where did you get that information?"

She stared long and hard as if she couldn't believe he was even asking. "You're not the only one who observes people." Was her answer.

"So you've been watching me for a while. That's why you said that we knew each other before."

She blinked once slowly and added. "I also know your online names are all borrowed from other people."

"You've investigated me."

She didn't deny it. Satomi in truth had never investigated him. Everything she knew came from her own interactions with him. She'd never tell him that she'd always been watching him from afar.

"But you never did explain why you were with that guy."

"… I needed an outsider's opinion on buying a present."

"Oh? Someone's birthday?"

Satomi had that distant look in her eye again. "Yes."

"Oh what's he like?"

"He's an asshole, manipulative bastard, control freak, arrogant, and most of all… he's a fool." She listed in monotone. But there was a tint of affection in her voice.

"Why would you buy something for someone like that?"

"Just because." She answered vaguely.

Izaya frowned not liking the idea of her giving a gift to another man.

"What did you end up getting him?"

She lifted an eyebrow at his question considering the fact he was watching her the whole time.

"You should already know."

"You bought a cellphone."

"Because he has too many."

"That's your reason?"

"I refuse to remember all his cell numbers."

"Then why buy another cellphone?"

"So I only have to remember one number."

"When are you giving it to him?"

"…Now." She muttered.

"Oh, and what if I forbid you from seeing him?"

"Not like it'll make a difference."

"Try"

She grabbed the bag and held it towards Izaya.

"Happy Birthday" She muttered

...

Izaya blanked out for a second.

Did he hear correctly?

Birthday?

Was that today?

"Pf-" He started. "PfThahahahaha!"

He couldn't stop his amusement from showing. To think he'd been worried for nothing. This was why he couldn't get enough of humans. More importantly this was why he couldn't get enough of her.

Her way of thinking was so simple, so direct… so her. It fit her personality exactly. It stumped him hoe

She tilted her head confused at his reaction. Did she do something funny?

She didn't think she did. Then again this was Izaya she was talking about. Anything was possible with him.

"Say it again for me. This time with more emotion."

She blinked surprised at the request.

But her face broke into a small smile as she lightly touched her forehead to his and she breathed against his lips in a small breathless whisper for only his ears to hear.

"Happy birthday you dense idiot." She said affectionately.

And in a split second her face returned to their usual calm as if she hadn't had a lapse in her emotions.

"Way to make a man feel better."

She shrugged "You deal with it or you don't. It's my first time buying a gift for a guy."

Izaya observed her little movements. She was always confident in her decisions, so much that there was no room for protest from the other party.

But there was one thing bugging him.

"Is Satomi your first or your last name?"

"Is that a question from the birthday boy." She asked tonelessly.

"Consider your answers as my birthday gift." Izaya suggested taking advantage of her moment of weakness. She paused contemplating his words. She figured there really was no harm in giving some answers since it was his birthday.

She answered bluntly. "Neither."

… He didn't expect that. He blinked intrigued. So she'd been using an alias this whole time.

"You're telling me, Satomi isn't your name?"

"My name was taken a long time ago."

"Your name was stolen?"

"Part of it." She corrected finishing her last piece of sushi.

"Will you ever tell me your real name?"

She tilted her head a little confused at his question. Did he really not know?

It was almost funny.

She looked disappointed at his question. "But you already know my name."

"Oh is that so?"

"It was rather traumatizing." She confessed. She grabbed her tote bag and pulled out a couple of bills. "I need to go to the bar now, but I'll go to the apartment later."

Satomi slightly bowed her head to Dennis and then to Izaya she leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips to his cheek in a chaste kiss.

When she pulled back she was faced with an amazing sight of a flustered Izaya with red cheeks and all.

And something even more amazing happened her whole face broke into a smile as she laughed out loud for the first time.

"Pffft!- Hahahahaha" Her shoulders shook as she tried to keep in her laughter. "Pft why are you getting embarrassed now?"

Izaya could't retort. He couldn't understand why his body reacted like this but it was strange and foreign to him. His heart was beating faster and for some reason Satomi looked… different from his normal humans. There was almost a definite sparkle he didn't see in others.

Secretly he had used the new cellphone and snapped a photo of her smiling profile.

Her cheeks were flush with colour as she tried to hide her smile. He dropped the new cell into his pocket.

Out of reflex he held onto both her wrists and moved them away from her face.

She looked at him with her masked blue irises in surprise.

"It's the first time I've seen you smile." He stated with a smirk.

"It's the first time I've seen you flustered." She retorted.

"There's a first for everything." Izaya muttered.

In a split second her face went back to its usual calm as she waved goodbye and said. "I have to go to work. You." She pointed "Be good. Or else I won't come over."

"Hai hai, okaa-san." Izaya teased "But only if you kiss for real this time."

She paused and exhaled slowly. She was weighing her options. She could either make a run for it and risk being cut by one of his knives or she could comply to his wishes and kiss him and bite him if she really wanted to.

She chose the first option. She attempted to walk away but she forgot her wrists were still wrapped in Izaya's hands.

She gave him a long look. He looked so smug about his victory.

Satomi really wanted to punch him.

"Do you really think I'll let you get away so easily?"

"… no not really." She answered

"You should just give up on escaping." Izaya instructed with a smirk.

Her expression didn't change, but somehow she looked tired, to think this informant really didn't know.

She leaned in hesitantly and lightly brushed his lips with her own, and murmured in a haunting whisper.

"If you're smart, you should know that you'll never live to see the outcome."

Just like a passing wind she quickly retreated heading for the entrance.

Izaya just shook his head and flipped open his new cellphone the first number on the list was Satomi's.

She knew that if she couldn't occupy a space in his heart, his cell directory was a whole different story. Was this her way of being romantic?

He kind of felt a little bad for sending some… unpleasant men after her male companion in spite, now that he knew all of this was for him...

Well she wouldn't be too angry with him… if she didn't know it was him...

Right?

He sighed flipping open his new phone with her smiling face as his new wallpaper.

"Happy birthday to me…huh."

He smirked to himself. Now he just had to wait for the upcoming storm.


Later that day, Hisoné was walking back to Shizuo's apartment while Shizuo was buying more pudding form the convenience store.

Fiddling with her phone she had to smile at the photo Izaya had sent her of Satomi's laughing face.

It'd been so long since she'd seen Satomi so happy.

"You've chosen such an interesting person, Satomi-chan." Hisoné murmured.

"Was it really wise of you to send me to Satomi?" A new voice interrupted her train of thought.

When she looked up from her phone, she was met by Satomi's companion… her younger brother.

"Do you really think I'd let Satomi go out with some dangerous guy? It's better if she went with someone I know than someone I don't." Hisoné answered with a smile. "Besides, you owe me for almost killing Shizuo."

Setsuna was dressed now on a black button up that was only a few shades darker than his hair. He had placed contacts into his eyes to avert any suspicions from Izaya.

"Hai hai" He muttered. Being given a second chance by his elder sister wasn't something he'd expect from her.

"Will those two really be alright though?" Setsuna asked.

Hisoné smiled knowingly. "Love has many different forms, Setsuna. Satomi's is just a tad different from a normal human being."

"If you were to tell her, I love you, she'd never believe your words. If she were to tell you I love you, you shouldn't believe her either."

"Then how do they intend to win the game?"

Hisoné chuckled. "That's the interesting part. They'll have to figure that out themselves."

"It's nice don't you think? This false sense of peace."

"Temporary and yet fulfilling." Setsuna added.

Hisoné smiled "That's what makes this city so interesting."

The siblings parted ways shortly after. However, Hisoné heard gunshots behind her.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* One after another gun shots filled the air. She ran back hoping it wasn't who she thought it was.

She scaled a building to look for her attackers but there was no sign of a living soul. Hisoné rounded a corner to be met with a dark scene of horror.

Blood.

Blood everywhere.

Smeared on the ground, the walls… and her younger brother.

"SETSUNA!" Hisoné yelled worried.

He was sprawled on the ground with his gun out. Unlike her he preferred guns over knives.

There was someone here that she couldn't recognize, but it looked to be a girl...

She squinted and realized the girl had red eyes.

The eyes of Saika.

"So you're still under its control." Hisoné narrowed her violet eyes pulling out her own knives from her sleeves. "I can probably guess who sent you, but it doesn't mean I'll let you off the hook for hurting my younger brother."

"That's too bad."

A new voice murmured and then Hisoné felt something sharp pierce her heart, then her stomach, then her shoulders and again and again.

She gasped falling to the ground. The blood was dripping to the ground from her wounds. Hisoné's vision was becoming blurry the more she tried to determine her attacker.

"It's all Satomi's fault for not listening to our warnings. Now you and him will have to suffer for her insolence." The voice murmured.

Hisoné coughed once since it hurt to laugh at Saika's ridiculous statement.

"For a sword you're really foolish. Between me and her."

"She's the most dangerous of us because unlike me…

"she isn't afraid to destroy this city."

With Hisoné's last words she fell into unconsciousness leaving Saika's container to admire her handiwork.

"What will you do now Satomi-chan? Now that I've killed your only friend?"

Unaware of the circumstances, Satomi sneezed at work shivering at the cold feeling she got that night.


Today I finally finished this long chapter. This was supposed to be posted a month ago but due to some circumstances I couldn't finish on time so happy belated birthday to Izaya :)

And now Satomi unaware that her friends have been attacked is just the rift of what is going to happen next.

I may change the chapter a bit and it's a longer chapter than usual and I will try to update next month since there are exams coming at the moment. ;_;

Thanks for reading and review and comment on what you think :)