"Izaya!!" I almost yelled.
I tightened my grip on the blankets on top of me.
Izaya sounded like he wasn't at all hurt.
"Shizu-chan, you don't have to be so blunt... There's other ways of saying hello..."
His voice muffled from underneath the giant box.
I looked out the window.
There was a blond man with glasses and a bartender suit on.
He looked professional but probably was the farthest thing from it, considering...
I looked at the box on top of Izaya.
...yeah.
"I-ZA-YA!! WHY ARE YOU IN IKKEBUKURO AGAIN, YOU SHITHEAD!!?"
"Oh please."
He got up from underneath the vending machine.
"Why would I leave in the first place?" He smirked at the man on the other building.
That building was shorter than the one I was in.
He was outside at the time and that vending machine was out there as well.
I guess when he saw Izaya inside this building, he picked it up and threw it all the way in here.
That part confused me.
Why would he do that to a friend?
Weird.
And most importantly,
HOW?!
How does one lift that all by themselves?
That's crazy...
And...
...kinda scary...
The guy looks around, like he's looking for something.
His eyes lock onto a long pole on the roof and then starts dragging it to the cliff of that roof.
It's long enough to reach across the street between both buildings.
Maybe even a little longer.
He swings it up in the air and brings it down to my room.
It lands on my porch connected to all the stairs.
With a loud, metallic crushing sound, I cringe and squeeze my blankets tighter in my fists.
Ah!
Slowly, taking his time, the bartender walls across the pole with ease.
"Oi! Izaya! How come you aren't dead yet?"
He asks casually.
Izaya removes himself from under the machine.
"That's cuz... You haven't succeeded in killing me."
They're friends?
I didn't know friends try to kill each other.
(Not that I would know😅)
The guy makes his way into my room and stands there with his hands in his pockets.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to come back to Ikkebukuro, Izaya?"
Izaya smirked and threw his hands out.
"You can tell me to leave as much as you like, Shizu-chan. But I don't listen to you. I never listened to you before, why would I start now?"
The guy picked up the vending machine and crunched it into a small version of it.
Simply put.
He tossed it out of my shattered window and put his hands back in his pockets.
"You piss me off." He said, giving Izaya a sharp glare and stepping forward to attack him.
"Now, Shizu-chan, would you really start a fight in the home of a sick foreigner?"
He points at me, grinning demonically.
He's involving me in the situation.
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Snowfall {Durarara Fanfic}
फैनफिक्शनShizuo x OC x Izaya ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Father left when she was five along with his half of the family. (Everyone expect two) Now all she's got is her little brother and single mother, who's currently sick with an incurable illness. In other w...
