Muh, finally. Without my friend bribing me for a random fan-fic request, she finally beta'd this chapter for me.
PS. I may or may not post the next chapter tomorrow, before finals start. I'll be super busy for the next few days. ;~;
PSS. I can't reply to comments this time, maybe tomorrow. I really should be studying. ;~;
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! nor any of it's characters.
Aomi felt so embarrassed. She was kissing a stranger, in the middle of Ikeburuko, and worst of all; she was enjoying it. She didn't know why, maybe because it was her first kiss ever? Or… maybe it was because her aunt absolutely hated Izaya? That had to be it.
Her body seemed to be reacting on its own, without her brain telling it what to do. A few seconds after the shock wore off; Aomi put her arms around Izaya's neck, deepening the kiss. It felt like Izaya put his arms around Aomi's waist and quickly moved her between a wall. A minute later, Izaya came up for a breath of air. He noticed that Aomi's entire face was red, and her eyes were half closed.
"U-Um, uh… I-Izaya-Kun w-why'd you… k-kiss me?" Aomi shuddered out, between breaths. Now that she looked at Izaya, he was somewhat blushing too. Or was it because she was red, and now she saw nothing but red?
"Ara, I have no idea. Maybe because your interesting, Aomi-Chan?" Izaya said, tapping his chin. "You're a great kisser; I wasn't expecting you deepening it!"
Aomi didn't know if her face could get any redder, but it did. Instead of answering him, Aomi grabbed Izaya jacket and kissed him again. Only rougher, in fact Izaya almost tumbled to the ground. Pushing her off of him, Aomi tumbled back as Izaya pushed her off of him.
"Ah, um, ironically, like you, I have to go now too." Izaya said, walking unusually fast. "Bye bye Aomi-Chan!"
Aomi instead, just stood in her place for awhile, her face still red. Rubbing her hand over her lips, Aomi finally walked. She was really hungry, and Izaya's saliva tasted like sushi for some odd reason.
On her actualfifteenth birthday, Aomi went home for once. Instead of crashing at Taku or Shizuo's place. She had some questions to ask her aunt. Mainly, who the heck Izaya was.
Her aunt was partly shocked, but mostly annoyed when Aomi barged in her office, un-invited. "Who the hell invited you to my office?" Her aunt was in her usual two piece suit, and looking as annoyed as ever.
"No one. I invited myself in, dumbass." Aomi sat down in one of her aunt's office chairs. That she usually used for 'special' people. She should be counted as a 'special' person, she was family after all.
"You ungrateful… wait; did you come here for birthday money? You aren't getting any." Aomi's aunt brutally said, shuffling through the papers on her desk.
"Fuck no, if I wanted money, I'd bribe Taku to take me for Chinese food." Aomi said in her rough voice, putting her feet on her aunt's desk. "Anyway, I have a question for you."
"Get your feet off of mydesk!" Aomi's aunt shouted. "And what question do you have for me, exactly?"
"This might piss you off, but do you know anythingat all about Orihara Izaya?" Aomi said, getting her feet off of her aunt's desk.
"Why ask? He's an informant, and I hate him." Aomi's aunt quickly said. "He gets paid pretty well; after all he lives in Shinjuku. The mafia and the yakuza respect him, and I think he's twenty-one this year."
Crossing her legs, like a young lady for once, Aomi almost wanted to burst out laughing. Apparently, he pissed off her aunt thismuch for her to do her digging on him. "He lives in Shinjuku, eh?"
"Why are you asking about him, Naomi?" Aomi absolutely hated her real name, and hated anyone who even spoke it out loud. Besides her parents.
"Oh, nothing in particular. We ran into each other a few days ago, and complimented me on my fighting skills." Aomi said. She wasn't exactly lying, because he really did compliment Aomi on her fighting skills. She just couldn't tell her aunt that she made out with the guy that she hates right now. "And quit calling me by my first name." Aomi mumbled under her breath.
Sighing, Aomi's aunt rubbed her head. "What are you friends with him? Is that all?" Aomi's aunt quickly wrote something down on a piece of paper. "This is his office address. If anything, I want you to beat him up for me."
Stuffing the piece of paper in her jeans pocket, Aomi got up out of her seat, and waved at her aunt. "Fuck no, he looks much more agile then me!" Half-joking, Aomi snickered at her little joke, and at her aunt's current face. "Don't worry; I just plan on making him my ally."
Looking at her aunt's horrible handwriting was painful after awhile. It didn't help that she clearly didn't know Japanese very well. Despite speaking near perfect Japanese. Aomi stuffed the note in her jackets pocket when the train arrived. Aomi never liked riding the train, but it was too damn cold out to walk all the way from her aunt's office in Shibuya, to Shinjuku. Finding a seat was hard, considering that it was four o'clock. The time that most people got off of work.
Walking around Shinjuku made Aomi antsy. Not because it's famous for its mobs, crimes, and that, but because she was ready to pick a fight with the people who were giving her dirty looks. But she didn't have time for a fight. Grabbing out her aunt's note from her jackets pocket, she looked over the office building number. Looking around at all the office building numbers, until she finally found the one she was looking for.
Knocking on Izaya's door, Aomi still felt her antsy feeling. When Izaya opened his door, he looked relatively shocked that Aomi showed up. Looking down on the ground, trying to hide the fact that her face was turning red again.
"Ah, Aomi-Chan! Your blushing again!" Izaya teased, poking Aomi's cheek. "What're you doing here, exactly?"
"I asked my aunt for your office address. I didn't bribe her or anything, if that's what you're wondering. I think it's because it's my-"Aomi was cut off mid-sentence as Izaya finished for her.
"Your fifteenth birthday, right? Happy birthday!" Izaya said, dragging Aomi inside his office, and making her sit down in his office chair. All the while, Aomi's face was still red.
Looking around Izaya's office, Aomi thought it was nice. Way more nicer looking then her aunt's office. There were a lot of bookcases with folders in them. And his desk was nice, with both a laptop and a desktop computer on it. "Izaya-Kun, I have to admit, your office is really nice looking. A lot more nicer then my aunt's office."
"Thank you Aomi-Chan, I tried to make it more modern looking. Without blowing a bunch of cash on it!" Izaya said, currently sitting on his desk, looking at Aomi's increasing red face.
"My aunt just blew off a bunch of money on her office. It makes me sickjust looking at it." Aomi said, currently looking at the ground. "Anyway, the main reason why I came here was to ask you a few things. If that's alright with you, Izaya-Kun?"
"Sure! I love answering questions. Unless they're about my family, then I'll… well, you likely wouldn't want to know what I'd do to you." Izaya said, smiling.
"Oh no, I'm not interested in your family, Izaya-Kun." Aomi scratched her head. She didn't know what to ask him first. "Well, uh, how come you hacked into my aunt's computer? I'm not mad at you or anything, it's funny whenever she blows up like she did, but-"
Aomi was cut off again, as Izaya quickly answered her question. "Oh, someone paid me to hack into her computer, and print out information on a bunch of stuff. To be honest, I don't remember half of it."
"Okay then, um, next question then. How do you know so much about me?" Aomi said, quickly adding to her sentence. "I know that you're an information broker, but most of the stuff you know about me is only known by a few of my friends."
"I asked one of your friends, Takumi was it? He was an idiot, and I treated him to some Russian Sushi in return!" Izaya said his smile increasing. Aomi sure was an interesting human, to say the least.
Eye's glazing over, Aomi just felt anger pouring in. "He did? The fucker and he said that we were friends! That fucker!" Stomping her foot on the ground, thinking that it'd help, Aomi still felt angry. After all that she and Taku were though, the least he could do was keep quiet.
"Hey, Aomi-Chan, think of it this way, if he didn't spill the beans on everything about you, we wouldn't be friends!" Izaya said, pouting like a little child.
"Ah! Um, I didn't mean it like that." Aomi said, her face turning red again. "Um, just to ask, what else do you know about me?"
"I know that your five foot five. That your favorite food ever is chocolate chip cheesecake. Your dark blue hair is your natural color. And that your breast size is-"Izaya was cut off by Aomi, for once.
"U-U-Um, that's okay, never mind what I said!" Aomi said, her entire face turning beet red now. "A-A-Anyway, um, Izaya, to get to why I came here. Would you like to join forces and try to overtake my aunt?" Quickly adding to her sentence, again, Aomi smacked her head in anger. "That sounded really, really cheesy."
"Ara? What's in it for me, Aomi-Chan?" Izaya said, smirking.
"I'll be your assistant, and body guard. You told me that I'm good at fighting, I can take care of sticky situations for you."
Thinking about it for a few minutes, Izaya clapped his hands together. "I accept! I really need a body guard anyway; I don't have time to deal with the smaller yakuza groups around here."
Inside, Aomi felt like jumping for joy, but she kept her cool and collected, and smiled. "Thank you, Izaya-Kun." Looking around, Aomi noticed that Izaya had a couch in his office. "Um, by the way, my aunt's pissed at me right now. So, uh, can I crash here tonight?"
"Fine with me. I have to do an all-nighter tonight anyway." Izaya said shrugging.
Getting up from Izaya's office chair, Aomi walked over to his couch and sat down in it. She still had one more question bugging her, but she was too embarrassed to ask it. Taking her chances, Aomi took a deep breath, and asked Izaya anyway. "U-Um, Izaya-Kun, w-why did you k-k-kiss me-"
Aomi was cut off again. "Kiss you? Because I was mad at a certain person. I sometimes get so mad that I have to kiss random girls. You just so happened to be the victim." Izaya said, laughing a little. "I'm guessing that it was your first ever, right?"
Surprised a little, Aomi turned beet red again. "Y-Yeah."
Jumping down from the desk, Izaya walked over to Aomi and lifted her chin again. "Ara, how about instead of being my assistant, you're my fake-girlfriend, Aomi-Chan!"
"E-Eh? W-What? W-Why?" Aomi's entire body, once again felt like it was turning red.
"I get flirted a lot with other girls. At least they'll stop annoying me if you were my fake-girlfriend! Oh, and because I need someone to take my mind off whenever I'm mad." Izaya said, chomping on Aomi's nose.
Closing her eyes tight again, Aomi cursed the fact that every girl hated her. "O-Okay." Aomi muttered out, before Izaya kissed her again.