𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 || Orihara Izaya

Chapter 7

Meeting Reira and befriending him was never regrettable for me. If you were to go back to chapter one, you would read that I had a mentioned a decision which regarded Reira that I had considered as one of the best choices I did. I suppose that would provide enough proof to support my claim.

When it came to Izaya, it has always been the complete opposite. In fact, I couldn't even recall one memory involving the raven head that I found actually pleasing. Perhaps it was just me who didn't. Perhaps Izaya didn't find our encounters as bad as I do. I would never know.

I did choose to abandon any connections with the ebony-haired informant. Correction: I tried to abandon any connections with the ebony-haired informant. And, as what you have read from the previous chapters, I have failed miserably.

Sitting up from lying position, I rubbed my temples, feeling a head-ache occurring to me. Conceivably, it could be from the fact that I hadn't gotten any proper rest lately – it has been quite busy lately. Maybe, it was because of the extra amount of stress I have gotten. Or, possibly, it may have been because I had pathetically dreamt of Reira coming back, not a trace of any bitterness directed towards me.

I sighed at the thought.

I recalled hearing once that dreams are subconsciously the things a person desires. I had always thought that it was an anathema, an abomination. That was since nightmares are considered to be dreams as well. Why would you desire of destruction, chaos, and death? Unless, you're actually quite antagonistic, but you wouldn't consider that as a nightmare now, would you? I guess it does represent our deepest desires. Perhaps not always your own, but others'.

After encountering that certain dream last night, I seemed to have understood it a bit, for an inconsequential amount. But, it did leave me wondering if I wanted Reira to come back that much.

Hearing the front door opening, I perked up, scrambling to push the sheets away from covering my body. I had instinctively run out of my room, not caring about how I looked much of a mess. This may sound incredibly foolish, but I suddenly felt so hopeful, hopeful that it might be Reira.

It was pathetic honestly.

"Re –"

"I see that you've awoken, (Y/N)-chan." Greeted by Izaya's pale features, I was met by disappointment – the anticipation now draining out of my body. The optimistic smile on my face instantly curled down to that of a frown. When did I start acting so pitiful now I wonder?

"You don't have to look so disappointed." Izaya's velvety voice brought me back to reality, quite ironic since girls tend to daydream at his alluring vocals. The young man slid the front door close afterwards, stepping inside the living room. "You were expecting Reira-kun, weren't you?"

I flushed out of embarrassment from his comment, quite guilty that I didn't bother to hide my disappointment. It was rather rude. It was bothering me that I acted so insensitive, at the same time piteous. Although, such trifling matter shouldn't bother a person like Izaya, should it?

"I wasn't." I lied out of instinct, walking towards the dining table where Izaya had set up breakfast. I am quite a prideful person, I should say. "What were you doing outside? I remember telling you to go easy on your leg. I told you. If you happen to overuse your leg, you might go back to being Mr. Useless Limbs."

"I have to say, that nickname is rather cute, but not if Reira-kun's the one saying it." Izaya mentioned, placing a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me – although it was Reira who gave him the nickname to begin with, how ironic. Sending him a frown as I found it unpleasant of him to change the topic at hand, Izaya chuckled in response, stating that he was just teasing me."Well, it seems that the refrigerator is lacking so I took the leverage of buying some items to fill it up."