Edit: I do not own the picture above. It belongs to the artist who drew it. If you know who, please tell me so I can credit it properly :3
Well, isn't this fun. I haven't updated for months. I'm not even sure if I can ACTUALLY catch Izaya's character since I can't imagine him well. Sorry if it isn't to your liking.
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Another day, another-
"Izaya!!" Crash.
"Shizu-chan~ How mean of you to greet an old friend like this~" A laugh. Another crash.
"Shizuo! Just stop chasing Izaya right now! You're making a wreck of Ikebukuro. Again!!" I shouted, but my words fell into deaf ears. Again.
Ever since I moved in to this city, all I ever heard and saw is Shizuo chasing the info broker, Izaya Orihara.
"So much for running. I can't even run!" I sighed, attempting to jog when I caught my reflection on a glass window of an antique shop.
I sighed, looking at my reflection. Specifically my two-toned eyes.
My right eye is (e/c) while my left eye is a shade of blue. I loathed myself for having this.
People think it's cool or awesome, but I know that it's horrible.
In more ways than one, it affects my organs.
I sighed and shook my head. I looked away from the window and was about to jog off again when-
"_____-chan~" A laugh made me freeze. Hands were propped on my shoulders as a chin was placed atop my head.
"What the hell, Izaya?!" I was about to shove him off, but a vending machine was thrown at us.
"Shizuo, you idiot! I almost got hit god-" A knife on my throat silenced me.
"Come any closer and I'll paint her a pretty red, Shizu-chan." Izaya smirked. "What the hell are you doing, Izaya?" I thought, raising an eyebrow.
He obviously w-
"Let her go, you-" Sorry kids, I have to tune him out because he's swearing. And that's not good for kids.
........ Did you just break the 4th wall?
Maybe~ But, back to the story! Hahaha~
I felt someone hit my pressure point and I went limp.
"Izaya, you ****ing weasel....." Then I blacked out.
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"I almost died, you bastard!"
"Now, now ______-chan, we were only playing~!" He gave me one of those smirks of his. I glared at him.
"You involved me in one of your games. Again!" I bickered and went to sit on my sofa.
After that fiasco, he took me back home. Not to mention tucking me into the bed for some **** reason.
As soon as I woke up, I found him in the living room then I proceeded to hit him with the pillows on the sofa.
Now, I'm just sitting there and crossed my arms.
Did I mention that Izaya and I are in a relationship? Oh well, that crazy bloke never says anything anyways.
I was suddenly lifted off of the couch by Izaya. He's carrying me in what seems to be a-
"Put me down!"
He chuckles. "____-chan~ I know another game we can play."
God, that smirk of his.
I scowled. "I said, PUT ME DOWN!"
He proceeded to run out the door and into the streets.
"Izaya!!"
Oh boy....
I sighed.
And this is my life with the crazy info broker, Izaya Orihara. My boyfriend, and a weasel.
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That was horrible, I'm sorry ;-; I have no idea what I just typed and I just went with the flow on this.
I'm so, so, so, so sorry for the late update of this. This is to whoever requested a heterochromatic reader with Izaya.
Peace out,
HeavenlyAngel761