Chapter 4

Yuki awoke to the sound of water pouring into glass. She slowly opened her eyes to see that she was safely in her own apartment. She felt very exposed- she was only wearing a singlet. But… where's that water coming from?

Yesterday…

'Awake already I see… princess…' a voice slurred.

Yuki's eyes shot open and she bolted straight up, she fumbled around for her hidden knife hidden in between her blankets and caught hold of it. Her brown hair all sweep behind by the force of her sitting up. Revealing brilliant bright glowing blue eyes she slowing got up and prepared for an attack. Her foot almost reached the floor when…

'Oh… isn't your eyes brown yesterday?' Izaya slurred, appearing behind the side door of her kitchen.

'I have my ways…' Yuki sighed and closed her eyes, and slumped back down on her bed. Replacing the knife back where it belonged. She opened her eyes again to reveal her normal brown ones.

Yuki watched Izaya approach her bed and sat down next to her. She watched his body movement, his eyes, the way he sat, the unusual tense shoulders. Yes… he was trying very hard to suppress his weak side around her. He's trying too hard.

'Izaya kun… stop trying, I can see right through you…' Yuki sighed, she looked up and stared him in the eye, ' You're trying too hard…'

'I'd never thought this day could come…' Izaya whispered, almost talking to himself.

'If you are trying to find out about my eyes, I'm never gonna tell you… just try and put the pieces back together…' Yuki said, '… and maybe… after you beg me…'

Izaya sighed heavily. 'I'm leaving.'

'You're not the only one with the information.' Yuki warned.

Izaya looked back at her to find, once again, the glowing blue eyes. Which was a mistake.

'You're forcing yourself too much to walk away… and don't think I don't know what you wanted to do with me… '

Izaya TRIED to ignore her statement and walked out the door, locking it behind him.

After Izaya was gone, Yuki sighed her eyes slowly swirling back to the normal brown ones. Was it a victory? Or just an indirect confession?

'Who cares?'

And for once, Yuki actually listened to her inner's negativity and smirked.

[Izaya]

The cold wind hits his face right after stepping out of the apartment building. In his hand, he is holding a pack of donuts from Shinra… because he had the courtesy of stopping by.

His mind kept reeling about Yuki's blue glowing eyes… they are so... intimidating… and beautiful. The kind that can see right through you.

He ruffled his hair. 'Arghh, what am I thinking…'

Orihara Izaya, has never in his life felt pressured about someone trying to drag out the other side of him. And he hated it with all his heart. And again, just maybe… maybe, he might have found someone interesting to play with other than Shizu chan. He smirked.

** [Yukiharu]

Yukiharu, being left alone finally, had much more time to rest, she laid back down on her bed and closed her eyes. Her thoughts swirled and swirled inside her head, and settled on that one thought that's forever lurking at the back of her mind as she slowly fell into the bottomless pit of her sleep…

-Flashback-

It was raining. The pitter-patter of the raindrops, dropping heavily onto the soft green grass. The grey clouds blocking out the beautiful rays of the sun in the countryside. No one was home except for Yuki, as everyone was out on an anniversary of the death of the founder of the Takemoto Company. Yuki was in her white summer dress, sitting by her room window on the floor by the table. Drawing dresses and hats out of boredom. Yuki was waiting for her fiancé, or soon-to-be husband to arrive and bring her to his home to choose a wedding dress, but the weather is not helping them. But either way, she is going anyways.

'Ding Dong'

… and there goes the bell. Yuki stood up; her long brown hair untied and neatly combed flew around her face along with the hems of her dress flowing on her knees. She smiled, knowing that the person behind the door is patiently waiting for her outside with an umbrella smiling his most handsome smile. She walked slowly towards the door, smiling as she went, and her feet as light as a feather moving across the timber of the ancient house. Her hand touched the doorknob and grabbed hold, then twisted it. Yuki slowly opened the door waiting for a sweet kiss on her rosy lips, anticipating a warm hug from a tall, white haired young man who stood 1 foot taller. But what she found led her sweet smile to drop down to a sad frown. She backtracked a few steps and put on her cold, emotionless face; she searched her memory of any recognition of this man.

'Ms. Takemoto, we mean no harm…' the man said, 'may I come in?'

Yuki's shoulder relaxed from the tenseness and she placed her hand on her chest.

'Enter…' Yuki said, the man came in, shut his umbrella and placed it near the others and proceeded into the house. Yuki then shut the door.

'Then? What is it that you want?' Yuki asked.

'Are you… Orimawa's… fiancée?'

'Yes.' Was Yuki's reply.

'We once worked for a … secret company… dissecting and researching supernatural human corpse and bodies alike.' The man continued, 'Orimawa… told us about you and…he reported to the boss right after he… got familiar with you...'

The last sentence sent shivers down the spine of Yukiharu, but she refused to reveal her worried face and stood still, patiently listening to the next few sentences.

'…And?' Yuki said.

'Our boss wanted to find you, and… start a delicate form of research on you, instead… he betrayed his company, along with us to… safe you from being…'

'Dissected.' Yuki said, '… so spit it out, what is the reason you came here for?'

'We are sorry to say, that he is no longer alive.'

The pain in Yuki's chest was suddenly tightened a thousand fold. She slowly began hyperventilating. Her eyes wide in shock and terror.

'We found his body… by the drain, right outside your house, yesterday night as he was leaving it.' The man continued, '… it was the work of the sniper, we found two bullets in his left kidney and right leg. He was not dead when he was shot, but he died of blood loss. No one knew of him until your father came home that day.'

Haru started trembling, she fell to her knees. The news was unbearable. Her heart started pounding harder and harder in her chest making it harder to breath at each passing second.

'Ms. Takemoto!' the man let go of his umbrella and held on to her arms, 'Ms. Takemoto!'

-End Flashback-

'KAZU!' Yuki screamed along with the crackling of the thunder of the night. Her body was covered with sweat, her body trembling from the torturous memory. Her eyes bright red from the shock, just like that very day that she received the news. Her realization of her being in her new home and life hit her. Yuki fell back on her bed; she covered her hands on her face and sobbed.

'Kazu…'

-Izaya-

Somewhere in Ikebukuro, the thundering outside awaked a certain black haired man.

'Stupid storm…' Izaya muttered. He ruffled his raven hair and got out of bed, but a thought occurred to him.

'Yuki…'

'What am I thinking? I barely even know her…' Izaya spat. But his heart is telling him something different… it is telling him to go to her, right now.

'Fuck it, I'll regret this later.'

With a last look at his bed he ran out the door, grabbing his car keys. Leaving his favourite signature jacket behind.

…Perhaps the cold-blooded information dealer has a heart after all…

-Yuki-

Her pounding heart is keeping her from calming down, her eyes staying bright red, as her alerts are high. Her senses enhanced and she could hear and feel the cold air blowing in from her half open window, the heavy sounds of raindrops. She was still shivering, from both the cold and the memory. She has never have that dream in 3 years, and all it took was the mention of her pet name of her fiancé, to bring back the horrid dream.

'Bang Bang Bang'

Yuki covered her ears.

'GO AWAY!' she screamed.

'Yuki! It's me! Open up! NOW!'

'NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!'

She heard a few curses, and the next thing she knew the door started to rattle.

Yuki stared at her door in fright, her mind went blank and she lost control of her body. She just sat there wide-eyed, waiting for the stranger to break in.

The door burst open, and there stood Orihara Izaya.

-Izaya-

The moment he broke through the door, he saw the condition Yukiharu was in. He completely blacked out, forgetting that he was the most cold blooded killer, or sadist that anyone has ever known. He felt his heart race with worry and concern, his sharp intake of his breath when he saw that her eyes were no longer blue or brown but red. Instead of taking interest in her eyes like the old him, he slowly started to approach her…