𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 || Orihara Izaya

Chapter 10

Orihara Izaya is the type of person one shouldn't allow to let their guard off when he's currently present. Call me paranoid, but try inquiring every person the info broker had met and I can easily prove you wrong.

In fact, I don't even think you need to ask anybody to know that small datum. I mean, you have been reading this boring story for quite a while now.

I have to say though, that this chapter's introduction is not quite relevant to the current events. Let's just say that I'm not quite satisfied with starting off a chapter without any preambles whatsoever. It feels unfulfilling.

Grabbing my bag in haste, I dashed towards the front door before putting on my shoes in a rushed manner. I have to say that I don't appear to be quite presentable at the moment as I had done all my necessary preparation in about two minutes. It seems that oversleeping almost every day during high school and middle-school had improved my talent in doing rushed preparations.

I know it may seem unlike me to act so hassled so early in the morning since I am a morning person. But, I have to remind that my job pushes me to be what I currently am.

I was in the midst of checking if I had everything essential in my bag, taking out my car keys, when Izaya's laid-back voice had caught my attention. As I whipped my head to his direction, he questioned me.

"You seem to be in such a hurry. Is something the matter?" The raven head asked, his profile leaning in a relaxed manner on the couch, feet using the center table as a foot rest. I would have scolded him from doing so, but as you have read, I'm quite urgent to leave. Duty calls, as I would claim.

"Pardon me, Izaya. A patient is under an emergency. I need to come over as soon as possible." I answered quickly, opening the front door right after, ready to leave now. "I may take quite a while. I suppose I can cook for yourself. I'll see you later." To be honest, I sounded like a rapper at that moment. It was hilarious looking back at it. However, I am aware that I was always a responsible person when it came to my job.

Just as I was in the process of shutting the door close, Izaya's nimble hands had grabbed the door knob, halting me with a subtle "wait" escaping his lips. I was surprised that he was able to reach me so quickly. He was just lounging on the couch after all. Like described earlier, I was in a hurry. Every second, minute counts in my job, but it seemed that the ebony-haired male had some sort of business with me.

"What is it, Izaya?" I questioned with a raise of my eyebrow, my foot tapping on the ground from impatience, occasionally glancing the watch decorating my wrist in haste. I was hoping that this short rendezvous won't do any crucial damage to my patient. "Please make it quick. I have to leave now."

"It is going to be quick, (Y/N)-chan." Izaya answered, taking a folded sheet of paper in his hands before pointing at a blank space at the bottom. "I just need your name and signature."

Though I was in an urgent situation, I knew of the eminent impact of a mere signature. With that in mind, I wasn't too keen on just giving my signature just easily. Who knew, on Izaya's hands could possibly be a deed to my house.

"And what would you need my signature for?" I questioned, my gaze piercing to the piece of paper. "I know the power of a mere signature. You have to explain."

"Such a concrete person, as I would expect from (Y/N)-chan." The information broker lets a series of chuckles escape his lips as I grimaced at him in response, reminding him of my current exigent matter. "Don't be too uptight now, (Y/N)-chan. This is nothing but a letter for Shinra. I assumed that he would want to see your name and signature."