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The streets of Ikebukuro at night were almost always busy, especially near the end of summer. If that man found her on her way back, she could just make a commotion. He didn’t have to balls to stay during a scene. Her heels clicked on the pavement.

“Did you have a good time?” he asked, pulling up beside her from seemingly nowhere. She didn’t have to look. She was just aware of him. She always was, when he let her.

Misaki’s eyes lit up. “Izaya,” she breathed, her cheeks growing warm. “Did you watch me in the bar?”

He smirked. “Should I have?”

“Were you jealous?”

He laughed but she could tell he just didn’t want to deal with her pouting. He was charming even when he was condescendingly patting her head. Mentally. She blushed.

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And by that, she meant he had a lot of men with bats and guns.

“So I’ve heard,” Izaya shrugged, his smirk never wavering.

Of course knew. He probably already knew about the stocks, too, and was just using her to get the account number.

Her heart beat faster. As long as she was useful to him.

“Was there anything else you needed?” Misaki asked eagerly.

“I’ll get back to you in a minute,” he answered, grinning and pausing at a crosswalk. She noticed she’d followed him to a residential street, where traffic was nonexistence. They were alone, together. She took the opportunity to step closer to him, and more amusement flashed in his reddish eyes.

Then she heard a horse’s whinny.

“Celty,” Misaki waved, delighted. The black rider had just turned the corner and slowed to a stop in front of them. The rider dismounted her bike fluidly. Misaki leaned in and embraced her. She pulled back and typed rapidly on her PDA.

‘How have you been, Misaki?’

“I’ve been good,” she smiled. Misaki glanced at Izaya and blushed, twirling her hair. Celty hunched her shoulders and shifted uncomfortably.

Izaya had undoubtedly set up a meeting with the headless rider, and had picked up Misaki on the way. Celty tended to help him more and ask questions less when he had her with him.

Izaya was polite if he was anything when he greeted Celty.

‘What do you want?’ she

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