In the streets of Ikebukuro, a girl sat alone, on a bench.

She was patiently waiting for her "Boyfriend." one, who was to meet her there to take her to a very important meeting.

The girl, who was named (Y/N), impatiently tapped her foot and angry frown on her face, turning on her phone briefly to check the time.

Witch was slowly growing later.

At this time a young man, with a black jacket with white fur trimming was walking down the road at that time.

Unbeknownst to him, this girl was waiting here.

Unbeknownst to her, the very person she was itching to meet was several feet away from her.

How could they possibly have known that their fates would be so twisted tied and mangled with each other.

How could she have known the dark personality that hid behind his cheerful and teasing demeanor.

How could he have known the looming figure that was always by her side. 

How could? That is the question.

Yet for some unknown reason.

Izaya did know exactly why that girl was there.

Izaya knew that someone hadn't picked her up, and she was desperate for a ride at this late hour.

(Y/N) turned her head at the sudden sound of shoes against cement.

In the dim light from the lamp over her, he could make out her pretty (E/C) colored eyes, wide and somewhat fearful.

The city of Ikebukuro was quiet that night.

Not a soul moved.

Except for two.

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(Your POV)

I heard footsteps on the damp cement.

I snapped my head to look to se who it was, fearful of some kind of creepy stalker.

Instead I saw a man, round my age with jet black hair, a black jacket with fur and a wide happy grin.

"H-Hello." I said, forgetting my anger few moments before.

"Why hello. You must be.... (Y/N)."

"How do you know that?" I asked, worried.

"It's on your name tag. Do you perhaps work at a grocery store?" He asked, coming into the light further.

"I.... work at the daycare nearby."

"Really? And is that an enjoyable job for you?" He asked, now standing in front of me, leaning down to look me in the eyes with his reddish brown ones.

"Who are you?"

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(Izaya's POV)

I was surprised for a moment when (Y/N) asked instead who I was.

I guess that is fair...

"Well, I guess the jig is up. I am Izaya Orihara. And it was my pleasure to meet you." I said slyly.

(Y/N) looked utterly astonished, her eyes wide for a moment before grabbing my shirt collar.

"Alright! Listen up Izaya. Help me and my family. I need us to disappear." She said, cutting straight to the point

"Hold on. What if I lied? What if I'm not Izaya."

(Y/N) looked shocked, sighing before letting go of collar.

"I don't know. I'm just desperate. I need Izaya's help. I really need you to be him."

"Heh, I know. But I need something in return first."

"Then your him? What is it?"

"I'll tell you in time."

"We don't have much time!"

"I'l tell you tonight then."

A car suddenly flew down the street, splashing rain everywhere.

(Y/N) instinctively hid behind me as the car stopped.

I stared at her as she slowly walked up to the car.

"Where were you? I almost missed Izaya because of you." She asked, crossing her arms.

A browned haired man sat in the car, rolling down the window.

"Sorry doll, had to go pick up some more chips, me and the guys ran out last night during the game last night."

"You picked chips over me?" (Y/N) asked, before turning on her heel to me.

"You have a car?"

"Nope." I said, glancing sideways at the blustering guy in the car.

Don't tell me that was her boyfriend.

That human scum.

"Can I walk with you tonight?"

"Of course." I said instantly.

(Y/N) walked ti my side, ignoring the man still as he tried to get out of the car, coming after her.

I drew out my knife as soon as he was inches from her, pressing it against his throat.

"(Y/N) doesn't want your company right now. And neither do I. Keep your hands off her. All humans are mine.... And I really hate to share."

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow before continuing walking on her own quickly.

I followed her, watching the guy scurry back to his car.

(Y/N)... is mine.

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(Your POV)

"I really appreciate the help. Tell me what you want in return soon alright?" 

I looked up at him, a worried look still stuck on my face.

"Yes. I'll tell you. Soon." Izaya looked down at me, with such a sudden predatory look on his face, it made me stop in my tracks.

"What?"

"N-Nothing."

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Authors Note: It's such a long chapter that I'm ending it here and continuing tomorrow with part two.

I'm mostly doing this because it's midnight already.

Time always creeps up on me -shivers-