Chapter 3

Another day in the best city ever. Thought Yuki as she got up from her queen sized bed. The sunlight seeping through her curtain shaded window.

She got up, took a shower, changed, had a bit of breakfast, grabbed her house keys and walked out the door.

'Hey gentleman, care for some Russian sushi? It's delicious, it's great, it'll fill your tummy!'

Yuki looked towards her left at the huge, tall, dark skinned man in a sushi chef uniform smiling widely at bypassing people, coming and going.

'Good Evening miss! Care for some Russian sushi?' the man said.

Wait a minute, thought Yuki, isn't this… Simon? The Russian?

'Нет, спасибо!' Yuki replied in Russian. (It means 'No, Thank you!')

'Ах, манеры!' Simon replied, 'How did a lovely lady like you know I'm Russian?' (It means 'Ah, Manners!')

'I'm sort of an information dealer… something like, Orihara san…' Yuki said, 'by the way, are you hiring any workers? For part time?'

Yuki just wanted a part time job to get use to things around here, it's just a 5 minutes walk here anyways, might as well start here, then she'll move into a much more solid job. Her father is still supporting her with 'some' money for the next few years anyway, she'll be perfectly fine… financially.

'Ah, Izaya kun, he is a very good friend, he comes here often enough!' Simon chuckled.

'So… are you hiring?' Yuki asked again.

'We are not, but if you are willing to go talk with the boss inside, I'm sure he'll be happy to help.' Simon said, 'Удачи! Я буду возвращаться к моей работе, то.' (It means 'Good luck! I'll be going back to my work then.')

'Thank you!' Yuki said and walked into the store.

'Em… excuse me? Is the boss around?' Yuki asked shyly, gripping the string of the bag.

'I am, is there anything I could do to help?' the man (who claims he is the boss) said.

'I was… thinking about getting a job here… just part time.' Yuki explained.

'And why would you?' the boss said, his eyes not leaving the raw fish that he was cutting up.

'This restaurant is not far from my apartment… and it has a great view of the city too… I think would prefer this kind of place for starters.'

'A new comer eh?' the boss chimed, he placed his knife down and looked up, his grey eyes looking straight into Yuki's brown ones. 'You seem like an honest.. nice-enough person… you'll start next week.'

'Oh…' Yuki thought she'd have to write a resume or just sit down for an interview… maybe it's just her luck, '… in that case, may I have a plate of your finest salmon please?'

'Coming right up… what is your name my lady?'

'Takemoto Yukiharu.' She smiled.

'Alright then! Coming right up Takemoto kun.' The boss chimed and disappeared behind the curtains of the kitchen.

'Ah, I thought you liked to be called Yuki chan… am I right?' a sly voice chimed in.

Yuki glanced to her right to come face to face with the information dealer.

'Orihaya san…'

'What a coincidence! I heard you wanted a job here in this restaurant.' Izaya slurred.

'Just as a part timer, just to support myself a little more…' Yuki explained.

'Have some green tea.' Another voice chimed in.

'спасибо ' Yuki said. (It means 'Thank you')

'Ваше добро пожаловать' Simon replied and walked away. (Your welcome)

'Ah, Yuki chan here also knows Russian eh?' Izaya slurred.

'Oh, are Izaya and this young lady here in a relationship?' Simon asked innocently.

'What?...' Yuki gasped, but guess who wants to play along.

'Oh, we may be, right… Yuki love?' Izaya slurred and scooted closer towards Yuki and placed an arm around her shoulder.

'Orihara san! I don't think that's – ' Yuki was panicking, she had no idea Izaya would know her weak points, she HAS underestimated him.

'Izaya kun! What a coincidence!' another boyish voice chimed in.

Yuki looked towards the sound of the boyish voice and found a brunette with circular glasses in a white lab coat. Behind him…

'Ah! Shinra chan! Are you and Celty san here for a romantic date too?'

'A romantic date? Izaya is on a romantic date?' Shinra gasped.

Oh, it's the guy living just below me, Kishitani Shinra… the illegal doctor…Wait! Is that… the rider? From the black bike? Holy crap! She's Celty!

'Oh yes, and we are enjoying it to the fullest! Am I right Yuki love?'

Oh two can play at this game.

'Yes, yes we are.' Yuki smiled and circled her arm around Izaya's neck and leaned in to whisper: '…this is not over love… I'll kill you later.'

'I love you too Yuki love…' Izaya slurred.

'Eh, I never thought it was possible!' Shinra gasped, 'Izaya has never went close to another girl in his life!' Shinra then looked over towards Yuki and adjusted his glasses. 'Oh, and you are the lucky girl!'

Yeah… lucky girl.

'What is your name?' Shinra continued.

'My name is Takemoto Yukiharu, nice to meet you. I live just above your apartment!'

'Ah! A neighbor! Pleasure to meet you!' Shinra greeted.

The black biker, named Celty, walked past Shinra and showed me her PDA.

'Nice to meet you! I believe we met the other day! Sorry, Shizou might be a little scary sometimes. My name is Celty Sturluson, call me Celty, I'm ok with that!'

'Nice to meet you too Celty san!' Yuki greeted.

She's not so bad after all.

'Here is your fresh sushi.' The boss said.

'Thank you!' Yuki said.

'Well, we'll leave you to your business! See you around!' Shinra said and walked towards the nearest table.

'Well played Yuki love…' Izaya whispered in Yuki's ear. Too close, too close for her liking, but she won't say it doesn't feel good either.

'I like to be the team player… if I don't say so myself…' Yuki sighed, ' you can get your hands off me already…'

'But do you really want that?' Izaya whispered… this time, more sensually…

'Yes…' Yuki said, already feeling her face heat up and her voice started to tremble along with breathing rhythm.

'You don't sound too good… Haru chan…' Izaya slurred.

The sudden fond memory of being called that name… in a much more deeper and serious voice flowed through her mind. Her breath quickened and she grabbed her chest and clawed at it.

No! I can't remember that! NO!

* [Izaya]

Izaya had no idea it would cause this kind of reaction on her, it fascinated him even more. But the problem, is that he suddenly felt …guilty for making her feel this way, didn't he love it? He loved the human race… but this … it triggered something inside him.

'Yuki?' Izaya gasped, for the first time in Orihara Izaya's life, he felt worried.

Yuki can't feel her fingertips, she can't hear and she can't see properly. The sudden trigger of a certain memory caused her to hyperventilate. But she suddenly felt her body being lifted and her head rested against a warm chest…

And that was all she ever remembered of her second day in Ikebukuro.

Author: Do feel free to tell me if there's any mistakes or too little drama in it, tell me if you want anything in it or I'm missing something too~

I'll do it as long as you continue reading it~ and Liking it too~