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Chapter three: Not a threat

Izaya was skipping back to his apartment, happy expression on his face. This day was just great! He messed up with many of his beloved humans (of course the only one excluded from 'beloved' included) and got some very interesting information.

As he reached his apartment building, a memory of disturbing ((e/c)) stare plopped in his mind.

Curiosity washed him from head to toes and he hurriedly skipped the last three meters that were separating him from the elevator, hitting the button with impatience.

The ((h/c)) woman seemed to estimate the informator back at the Russian Sushi. Just like she knew he followed her and her brother and more - like she had some other particular knowledge. This experience wasn't something, he could undergo often and it made the informant even so more excited. Humans were so, so interesting!

"I'm home~!" Izaya waltzed into his apartment, gaining a blank stare from his secretary. "Yo know, Namie~ you have to say 'welcome back' when someone says he's home!" The broker exclaimed and said woman sighed, once again asking herself why on Earth had she to be his damn secretary. God screw the blackmails.

"Welcome home." She responded coldly, gaining a fake pout.

Izaya jumped in his chair and spinned around to his computer screen. His fingers ran over the keyboard as he started his research.

After some time of asking and searching, he got a name. ((F/full name)).

Next part of the searching wasn't actually this easy, since there wasn't much information about the woman who owned this name. And the one particular ((F/name)) who had this appearance wasn't the only one owning this name.

After defining it was her, Izaya got a general outline who this ((F/full name)) was. The files of one of French polytechnics claimed she finished robotics with highest grades, but then she went for a confectionery course. There was a brother mentioned and a fortune as a legacy from someone from the family, some information about places where she was living while studying and more not really interesting things. Nothing interesting about parents (or rest of the family), neither about work, friends, accounts on any of community portals... She was just a normal girl, that lived her life, avoiding much contact with society, or more like avoiding associating.

Izaya didn't understand French so he couldn't hack into the files which were most personal and had to use internet translator to understand the basic information, but more didn't seem necessary as for now.

This ((F/name)) didn't seem like a treat. She seemed like just another human being, walking down the streets of Ikebukuro... but the informant wasn't dumb, even if he sometimes acted like this, and he just knew something was off.

Izaya stretched on his chair, side glancing at the clock. It was 7 AM.

He was researching for the whole night, early evening included.

Nice time for one human being.

~~~12 hours earlier~~~

((Name)) walked into apartment, followed by Damian.

Actually she bought the whole building, which had two stairs and a parterre, on which she planned to open her backer's joined with café and the two of them were going to live on the first and second floor.

"((F/Name..?))" ((Name)) heard her cousin and turned to him.

"Oui?"

"Je me demande... [I wonder...]" he trailed off, moving his gaze around the room, they were in now. It was a living room and was already full furnitured. "Où tu as obtenu tout l'argent pour la chirurgie plastique, de fausses identités, notre vol et pour l'achat de cet appartement..? [Where did you got all the money for the plastic surgery, fake identities, our flight and for buying this apartment..?]" he asked with serious face and ((Name)) smiled up at him.

"Je t'ai dit déjà, que j'ai beaucoup d'amis. C'est grâce à eux! [I told you already, that I have lots of friends. It's all thanks to them!]" was her happy response, but then her face went serious. "Et tu sais... ne faut pas parler de cela. Après tous les murs peuvent avoir des oreilles. [And you know… you shouldn't talk about this. After all walls can have ears.]"

He looked to the side with a sigh.

"Vous devries revenir à l'apprentissage du japonais. [You should get back to learning Japanese.]" ((Name)) switched the topic, walking to the closest shelf and taking a book from it. "Voici... [Here you go…]" it was Japanese for beginners, written in German.

Damian pouted taking the book from her hand. "Dois-je..? [Do I have to..?]" he whined and the ((h/c)) rolled her eyes.

"Tu as demandé mon aide, tu deves donc obéir. [You asked for my help, you have to obey.]" was her response and her cousin fell on the couch with defeat opening the book on the page he last ended on, pencil in his hand.

((Name)) observed him for few seconds and then walked to her room, which was on the second floor.

Its walls were warm beige with brown foliation. There was a single bookshelf hung over the bed's head, wooden desk and a closet.

She sat down on the chair and took her laptop from an orange bag.

Before coming to Japan and more precisely - Tokyo, back in Switzerland and through the flight, she gathered information about the place, they were going to live in.

She knew about the color gangs and knew most leaders, people dangerous to mess with, systems of powers, leaders of infamous Yakuza families, that ruled Tokyo, and some more while still being on the other side of the globe.

When she was back in Europe, she was a talented hacker and a forger. She had a rather disturbing for others knowledge when it came to poisons, weapons, constructing and antidotes, knew how to kill and detect a murder. She had the information about dealers, assassins, every mafia on the continent and even more, in other words … ((Name)) knew everything what was happening in Europe and nearest to it part of Asia and both Americas, because of this great amount of friends, she had. Charming, wasn't she..?

People who knew what she was capable of, feared her and respected her. She had even the leaders of greatest mafias under her. And every one of them paid her piles of money for information she had.

She was just a true genius with many hobbies and contacts, who started to work while still being fifteen and at age of 26 already had everything she wanted.

She held all of the power in her hands for over a year.

But…

Back in her expensive mansion, she made the decision without hesitation.

She left it all behind her, desperately clutching for the last relative, she had alive and not wishing for her to disappear.

She left them all. Her poor humans searching for their benefactor, their Goddess…

As if she ever cared for them anymore.

((Name)) stared at laptop's screen, an involuntary sigh leaving her lips.

She already missed her exciting life, but then again it won't be much less exciting now. She'd just have to hide everything her cousin and the ones that'll get benefits from knowing her whereabouts.

Maybe Damian finally believed her, they were safe in this particular place, the place where her ex-customers won't search for her and even one of her best friends wouldn't recognize her until he revealed herself to her, but in the other hand ((Name)) knew that nothing was ever this easy. Even if she erased herself from all of the files, she ever existed in, she would still have to change the tour of rumors and keep close track of her cousin's enemies, as well as learn as much as possible about her current whereabouts.

She got up and moved her hand to close the laptop, looking one last time at the email she's just received from one of her contacts, warning her about the moves of organisation, her and her cousin were hiding from.

The click of laptop's closing later, she was walking out of her room, her nearly emotionless face immediately changing into warm smile as she approached her cousin and plopped herself on the couch on his side, opening a cook book. Maybe she should be an actress..?

'It's probably not really safe to live in Ikebukuro after all of this…' she thought to herself, flipping the pages to the recipe, she wanted to learn. 'But how can I better check my work, if not by coming here..?' light chuckle left her lips. 'Oh really… Avoiding the trouble..?' she asked herself and started reading the recipe.

"Bullshit."

Damian looked questionably up at ((Name)) from his book, but she ignored his stare.

She knew well, that even if she really wanted, she couldn't change and just back off.

Even for her dearest cousin's sake.

Light smirk formed on her lips. 'I'm a damn hypocrite.'

AN/ Pure intended. ~

But you actually know now, that you have a great power~ ;P

And now I need to tell you one thing... Reader-chan's nothing like Izaya (in case you didn't notice). Her reason for being an info broker was an escape from her past and need for some action in her life (ok, that's the kind of person he, Mikado and Aoba are, buuuuut!) and she actually doesn't care about what happens to any of her clients. No human-love from their Goddess ;P (there's also another reason, but it would be a spoiler)

And seriously... The girl on whom I based Reader's character is probably the most frightening person, I ever met. She know everything and can do everything. In one moment is an Angel and the next the true devil. *shivers*

Oh. And btw. Did anyone actually found out what country Reader-chan's from..? (and no. She's not from Switzerland)

Well... Till the next time~!

Edit/ Thanks to Lourican, I corrected some mistakes in French...