I figured I would continue on writing this, so here's chapter 2! Please review!

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Stepping off of the train sent a wave of nostalgia into me. The city looked just like it did when I first arrived in Ikebukuro all those years ago. People were bustling around, completely wrapped up in their own lives; it was comforting to just be another face in the crowd again. It felt like home. I hadn't changed all that much since I left for college. My hair was still a mahogany, curly, bob style. I still wasn't much of a extrovert. And I was still wearing Izaya's ring. A troubled sigh escaped my lips as I glanced down at the delicate jewelry. It was like a blaring symbol that not much had changed. Just as he had predicted, I was coming back to him. Well I didn't come back to the city for him, I came for work, but in his eyes there wasn't a difference.

One thing that had changed though was my wardrobe. I no longer had to wear the required Raira Academy uniform. Instead a light blue, long sleeve v-neck was swapped for the bland white blouse, the pleated school skirt was traded for a pair of skinny jeans, and in place of the simple black dress shoes, leather knee length riding boots are worn.

I tightened my grip on the leather messenger bag that was strung over my shoulder and took to the streets. I had missed the hustle and bustle of the city more than I thought. College life had been quiet, and being a quiet person all the quiet was too stifling.

A small smile worked its way onto my lips. I loved to watch all the people on the busy streets. I laughed little at myself for that last thought, I had sounded a lot like Izaya, though my reasons for people watching were less cynical than his. It comforting to me to be able to see the masses of people and just blend in and let all of the chaos make up for my silence.

Everyone was busy doing their own thing. School kids were playing hooky. Mothers were out picking up groceries. Business people were taking early lunch breaks. And random civilians were just passing by without a word, easily forgotten in a moment without another thought. A sea of grey, nameless people to most, but an ocean of color to me. Each individual had a story attached to their name, and I would probably never know them. But that was OK, I didn't need to know and I didn't want to. I was content with just catching a glimpse into their world as they pass by.

A particularly interesting couple strolled past. The girl was attractive, though a bit eccentric with her royal blue and facial piercings, and the boy she was holding hands with looked completely opposite of her, he was dressed charmingly with a boy tie and everything, even had his hair styled back. They were odd but they balanced each other out well. I could tell the girl was more outgoing than her shy boyfriend and they made for a rare sight.

My eyes were still trained on their retreating forms and my thoughts were still evaluating, so it was no surprise that my inattentive self rammed into someone. It was a bad habit of mine to zone out while in deep thought and run into things or people. It has happened many times to my embarrassment. There were a couple gasps from the people around me and as I took a couple steps back to give the person I ran into some space, others began to back away as well. Their reactions didn't make any sense to me until I realized just who I had collided with.

"Who the hell do think you are! Watch where you're going why don't ya!" The familiar voice frustratingly shouted at me. I kept an amused look on my face, unfazed by the well deserved outburst, and waited. It took only a few seconds more for the enraged bartender to notice who I was.

"Oh it's you." Shizuo said bluntly, visibly relaxing and shoving his hands in his pockets. I couldn't help but giggle softly.

"You shouldn't get so angry Shizu-kun, I think there was a vein about to pop out of your head." I teased gently. That was our thing, he knows I hate how he loses control so easily and I know he hates it when I chide him about it. So I found that if I tease him, he gets the gist but it doesn't make him angrier. Shizuo smiled and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah I know." He said almost sheepishly. A man with dreads in a nice suit peered from behind my old friend with a curious look on his face and made his way closer to the two of us.

"Who's this Shizuo?" The man questioned. "Girlfriend?" He guessed. It was an honest question, it wasn't intended to embarrass but both Shizuo and I's cheeks reddened at the man's incorrect assumption. Shizuo cleared his throat and quickly explained that I was a friend from high school and that I was not in fact his girlfriend. Then he went on to introduce the dreaded man as his boss Tom Tanaka the debt collector. Tom was a nice man with a laid back demeanor, plus he was a good friend to Shizu-kun so he held high respects in my mind.

Shizuo started to ask where I was headed to and when he found out I lived near him he offered to walk me home. Apparently while I was away Ikebukuro became a hot spot for danger, of course this I already knew from communication with Shinra and the others but it must be serious if Shizu-kun is willing to take time out of his day to see me safely home. Tom told him that they didn't really have anything to do until later in the day so he let Shizuo go for a few hours.

As we started walking to my apartment Shizuo asked where all my furniture and stuff was. I told him that the apartment came furnished and that I had sent all of my clothes and personal things ahead of me with movers so it was already in my place just waiting to be unpacked. He grunted in response and the two of us fell silent. That just how it tended to be with us. Shizuo wasn't very good with small talk so he hardly started conversation and I normally chose not to talk so we just continued on without speaking, a habit that both of us were accustomed to and comfortable with. Neither one of us were really conversational, that's why we got along so well. We didn't feel pressured into feeling like we had to say something to one another in order to be by one another. It was nice.

By the time we reached my apartment it was lunch time ad seeing as I didn't have anything to eat Shizuo took off in search of a meal and left me to explore my new home. After I checked in with the complex manager and acquired my house key I trekked up to the fifth floor and stood outside my door for a few minutes. To be honest I was a little nervous to see my new place. I had secured it online and over the phone but I had never actually seen it in person. Who knows the place could be completely different from the pictures the manager sent me, it could be a dump and I just wasted a down payment on it.

I sighed and shook my head, I was really over thinking things. I slipped the key into the lock and pushed open the door. To my relief it looked exactly like it did in the pictures, with the exception of my boxes that were strewn throughout the first room. It looked like all of my things made it safely here and a further inspection proved my assumption right. I made my way into the kitchen and checked out the small space. It was quaint and comfortable, a nice area.

It all seemed to be panning out. All my things were here, the furniture was in good condition, and it was a good clean area, though a bit small I loved it non the less. However the one thing I didn't love was the unwelcome surprise that awaited for me in the bedroom. The second I opened the door, I immediately slammed it closed and frowned. I felt my cheery mood being crushed by a gnawing sensation in the pit of my stomach and a lump in my throat. It took a moment or two for me to push away the uneasiness and compose myself before I opened the door again.

There he was, dark eyes glinting with amusement and smirk stretching from ear to ear. He had clearly made himself at home, for he was lounging on my bed looking as carefree as can be. My lips pulled down into an even deeper frown and I crossed my arms over my chest. It wasn't that I didn't miss him while I was gone, of course I missed him he was a close friend, despite his annoying attempts at courtship. And I knew he would find me eventually I just didn't expect it to be so soon, and I definitely don't appreciate the fact that he broke into my apartment.

"Long time no see huh Nata-chan?" He tilted his head slightly and grinned waiting for me to reply. I didn't respond right away, I was determining how to go about this. He'd be amused if I got mad. He'd take joy if I got upset about it. And he would take even more interest if I acted despondent. However I really wasn't any one of those things. I wasn't truly mad, just annoyed, and it's Izaya, he used to pull stunts like this all the time in high school. And I'm quiet, not unresponsive. So instead I gave him a smile.

"It's been a while hasn't it?" I answered his question with a question, something that I knew Izaya dislikes. He always wants his questions answered. But like always he just kept grinning. He pushed himself up and came to stand next to me, making each step slow and deliberate and he wouldn't respond until he stopped walking. The way he did this made it seem like he was the one in control of the situation, and he kind of was. Everything Izaya does is pre-planned, strategic, and purposeful so he knew how this was going to play out and all I could do is sit back and go with the flow.

When he was close enough he reached out to play with one of my curls, something he likes to do because he knows it provokes a blush out of me and no matter how many times he does it, I still blush. His grin turned into a smirk when my face starts to heat up. For once he didn't say anything for a while. His crimson eye were appearing to be do doing the exact same thing my jade ones were, we were sizing the other up, noting the changes in one's appearance. Izaya had gotten taller while I hadn't grown at all, I barely reached his shoulder now and I could tell he approved of this fact. He also wasn't as lanky as before, but he certainly wasn't as muscular as Shizuo. Other than those things he was relatively the same. I broke the silence first, I was beginning to grow uncomfortable with Izaya's wandering eyes. I had seen that look before, like he could literally engulf me with just one look.

"This coat is new." I stated lamely trying to redirect his attention. I mentally berated myself for the mundane comment. Izaya laughed loudly, let go of my hair, and twirled around in a girly manner like he was showing off his brown furred coat.

"You like it? I've had it for while." He continued to chuckle and he eyed me curiously. I'm usually not one to state the obvious or say something so senile, it was a blatant sign of my discomfort and he was relishing in it. Jerk.

He stopped spinning abruptly and the smirk left his face. It took me by surprise to see Izaya suddenly so serious. I raised an eyebrow at his odd behavior change. He took both of my hands into his and pulled me closer, close enough that our bodies were almost touching and I could feel his breath on the top of my head. Again my cheeks burned red. After a few moments of silence he rested his head on top of mine. I felt him take a deep breath almost as if he was taking my entire being in, and he sighed contently.

"I really did miss you Natalia." He murmured gently into my hair. My breath hitched in my throat and my body went rigid. He had sounded so truthful and so sincere in what he said. He's never said my full name before, he always uses that annoying pet name of his, which just reinforces his honesty in the statement. That would be the case if Izaya was a normal person though, but of course he is not. He's insane, twisted, and manipulative. So I am left to make my own assumptions as to whether or not he is truly honest in what he says.

I've been honest with myself though. Since our sophomore year I have liked Izaya, much more than I should have. I knew he was trouble and I knew that he is a dangerous man which is why I never acted on my feelings towards the crimson eyed boy. I don't trust him to be real with me. That's why I can't accept his affection easily. But I couldn't help myself to be honest with him just this once.

"I missed you too Izaya." I said in a whisper, I knew he heard me though. I already knew he was smirking even if I couldn't see his face.

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