City Life ( Shizuo Heiwajima x Reader ) 5

        You weren't sure how to get back to your house from where you were, but you knew that you would be able to find your way. You didn't want to make Celty take you home. They had already done enough for you. It wasn't like your legs were hurt, they were fine. So, you could easily walk back to your house. 

        Even though it seemed to be early, many people were already out and about. Some were on their phones, others seemed to be students walking to their school. You wondered what your life would have been if you had lived here and gone to school here as well. It might have been very different, but then again, it may not. You never know what might have been because of all of the pieces that may affect it. You have to deal with the choices that were given to you, but you didn't mind. Your life was good, the town you lived in filled with nice people. It was just too slow for your liking. You wanted to be somewhere where you were always on the tip of your toes because you didn't know what was going to happen. Guess this city was perfect for you. 

        Once again, you kept your head down when walking, though this time you were trying to figure out how to get back to your house. You decided that taking the train was probably the best option. It could take you to a place where you knew directions to your house. Quickly you began to walk toward the train station, thinking about everything that had happened last night.

        Being stabbed wasn't one of your goals for moving to Ikebukuro, so that was on the bad list of things that had happened last night. Good, you met Shinra and Celty, who seemed like they could become friends of yours. Plus, you got a job so that was another good thing. You met Izaya Orihara...You weren't sure where to put him. You should obviously think that he was good since he saved you but something was keeping you from that. Was it the glint in his eyes when he looked at you or the tone of his voice? For some reason, you felt like he leaned toward the bad side of the list.

        You shook your head, getting those thoughts out of your mind. It didn't matter. For now, you couldn't write him off as someone who was bad. You didn't know anything about him, you were just judging him by appearance and body-language. You would need to talk to him for a bit more to make a final decision on what you thought about the odd man. 

        "(Y/N)-Chan, I wasn't expecting to see you here~" Quickly looking up, you saw the man whom you were just talking about. Izaya was running toward you but quickly halted when he saw you, an arm around your shoulder. It hurt slightly, but not enough for you to say anything. You just glanced up at him, confused and slightly dazed. 

        "Yeah, I'm heading tow-" You started to say but were soon interrupted by a loud shout,

        "IZAYAAA!!" 

        With a simple tug on your arm, Izaya had pulled you to the side just as a stop-sign went flying past the two of you. Your eyes quickly widened, scared and confused as to what was going on. All you wanted to do was go home but you kept getting dragged into these battles that you knew weren't your own. It wasn't fair, but deep down, you felt like you didn't mind it. You knew that this was what you wanted when you came to this city.

        "Oh, tsk tsk Shizu-Chan, you almost hurt poor (Y/N). Don't you think that she has been through enough today?" Izaya rested his head on your uninjured shoulder, a wide grin on his face. He was enjoying this, you knew that. Even though you were scared, so were you. You didn't know why, but you liked the unexpected. 

        Before letting the other man speak, Izaya pecked your cheek quickly and said, "I'll see you later (Y/N)-Chan~" and then began to run off again, leaving you with the angry blonde man in front of you.

        "Get back here you damn flea!" The man ran past you, without even glancing at you. It was as if everything was blocked out in his mind except for Izaya. The two of them rounded and corner and were soon at your sight. You were left alone, people staring and whispering questions to one another. 
'Who is she?' 'Is she with Izaya?' 

        You quickly  began to walk again, trying to ignore all of the people around you. What the hell just happened?! Who was that guy would almost took your head off with a stop-sign? You hadn't seen him before, but that wasn't shocking since you had only been in Ikebukuro for a little while now. You were tempted to text Celty and ask her if she knew, but you didn't want to be a bother. She was probably sleeping or doing some chores. You could wait. 

        Once again, Izaya had saved you from a threat, which instead of being a man this time, it was a flying stop sign. Yet, it seemed as though he may have been the cause of this threat. He seemed as though he had angered this man by doing something. You weren't sure how he might have done to make this man so angry, but you felt as though it was something. Just by the smirk that never left the man's face, you felt like the blonde truly had a reason to be doing what he was doing.

        You didn't feel scared of the blonde man, like you felt as though you should. Instead, you were just intrigued by what he was capable of doing. Was it a gift, a genetic mutation? Or, had he just trained his body to do something that most couldn't? You wanted to know but knew that you weren't just going to go up to the man and ask him, that would be rude. Plus, you didn't want to make him angry. He would need time to calm down.

        Finally you reached your destination after close to a half an hour of walking (after the incident with Izaya). You looked at the maps, trying to figure out which line you were going to have to get on. You put a small finger on one of the routes and followed it, trying to see if it would take you closer to your home. If it wasn't, then you tried the next. 

        "Hey, do you need help?" A gruff voice behind you said. 

        You turned around to see who it was and saw that it was none other than the man whom had thrown a stop sign at you. Up close, you were able to see him features and noticed how handsome he was. He was wearing a bartender's outfit and had blueish sunglasses on, hiding his eyes from you. He seemed to have calmed down a bit since you last saw him. Yet, he still looked annoyed. Maybe that was just how he looked. You knew that some people just looked annoyed, even if they weren't. They couldn't help it.

        "O-Oh, yeah. I'm trying to find the line that would take me back to my home." You told him your address and he quickly figured out what train would be the best for you to take, "Thank you!"

        "It's nothing..Now, since this train doesn't leave for another fifteen minutes, why don't we have a little chat? What did Izaya want with you? Why did he kiss your cheek?" The man said, not even asking your name. Guess he was just getting straight to the point. 

        "Um, well, I just met him last night when I was attacked in an alley and he helped me. I don't know why he kissed my cheek, that was a little weird...I think he was just trying to be odd, though that seems to come to him naturally." You could have sworn you saw a semi-smile on the man's features when you said that Izaya was weird.

        "Right, well, stay away from him. He is dangerous and it seems like you don't know what you are doing in this town. You don't want to get involved with him. He will only bring you trouble, got that?"

        "Alright.." You nodded. You knew that you really shouldn't believe this man, but you did. It just helped prove your original theory that Izaya wasn't someone who was going to become on of your friends. He just seemed dangerous.

        The two of you stood in silence for a bit. You wanted to ask about how he was able to do what he did, but you didn't say anything about it. It wasn't your place right now to ask. You had a feeling that you would have another chance to ask him, so you would wait. You knew what was polite and accepted and what wasn't. 

        "My name's (Y/N) (L/N)." You blurted out, feeling as though you should tell him your name. You weren't sure why, but you did. When you normally had a conversation with someone, didn't you give them your name? You thought so. So, once again in your awkward state, you tried to hold up the conversation. You hoped that you didn't look like too much of an idiot to this man. 

        He grunted in response, signalling that he heard you. You bit your lip gently, wondering if you made him mad somehow. You expected the next thing for him to say would be his own name, since it would only be polite/expected. Yet, his name was not the next thing that came out of his mouth. That was,

        "Your train is here. You should get on so you don't miss it." 

        "Oh, of course.." You nodded, thanking him, before starting to walk toward the train that you were suppose to board.

        "Shizuo Heiwajima." 

        "Huh?" You turned to glance at the man whom you were just speaking to.

        "That's my name. You gave me yours so here is mine." He seemed slightly annoyed, though it may have also been embarrassment. You weren't sure. You felt a smile come to your face, glad that he gave you his name.

        "Oh, okay Shizuo-sama, I hope I can see you again later." You hadn't even thought about the honorific that you have put on his name. It just seemed right to you. It seemed to shock the man but you were already gone, boarding the train to go back to your home. Hopefully this time, there wouldn't be any interruptions.