You sighed. After countless attempts and fails of Masaomi trying to pick up girls and you and Mikado watching from afar, you were bored. It was quite clear he wouldn't be getting any numbers or dates from any of the ladies he was trying to pick up. You had already thousands of pick-up lines from him in the past day, albeit none of them were successful.

Now, the three of you were walking down the sidewalk, with you trying to convince Masaomi to stop to get some food to sate your hunger.

You forgot to eat breakfast this morning.

"We can't! Not until I've at least gotten one girl..." He trailed off as he took a glance down the alley you were walking by. Sonohara Anri, the girl who you and your blond best friend shipped with Mikado, was standing in it, being cornered by three ugly-ass girls wearing a Raira uniform and a disgusting male, who was most likely one of their boyfriends.

They sure did have bad taste in men, unlike you.

The three of you hid behind the corner of the wall, watching to see what would happen next. Mikado looked like he was trying to come up with a plan, and he seemed to have found one. He prepared to take a step forward, until you heard a smooth voice behind you.

"You're going to stop them, right? And be the hero?" it said, smirking. An arm looped through yours and another nudged Mikado forward. Mikado looked slightly frightened from what was happening, getting more panicky as you moved closer and closer to the bullies and Sonohara.

Izaya pushed him forward, Mikado stumbling to a stop in between Sonohara and the three girls.

"What do you want, dork?" the brown-haired girl in the middle grumbled, her brown eyes giving Mikado a cold stare.

"I...uh...oh..." Mikado stumbles over his words as you smiled mischieviously.

"Bullies are lame," Izaya vocalized, chuckling as the entire group turned to him in surprise. "It's pathetic, really."

"What are you, forty? Butt out, old man," the brown-haired girl said, glaring at him.

"It's not my problem if you lovely ladies getting pummelled to death and die. I could knock your teeth in, or you can bag on my age when I'm really just twenty-three. It doesn't matter though, because you're in a class so below me, I'll never have anything to do with you."

"Huh?" The three girls looked stunned and confused at the same time at what he had just uttered.

Izaya continued on. "Human beings are weak things. But beating up chicks isn't really my shtick."

A second later, the strap of the yellow bag hanging off the brown-haired girl's shoulder was cut, and the bag fell to the ground, the some of the contents inside clattering out.

Izaya picked up the pink cellphone that spilled out, saying, "So I guess I'll be smashing your cell phone instead."

He dropped the phone onto the hard pavement. He lifted his foot and brought it down to the ground hard, over and over again, crushing the phone. Meanwhile, his laughter rung out as the girls stared at him in shock and horror.

But then, his foot stopped, and he placed it on the ground with a chuckle. "I'm bored now. I guess that's enough phone smashing for me!"

"H-Hiroshi!" the brown-haired girl called out. The male staggered forward, one hand clenching his groin and the other making weird hand gestures.

"Yo, yo, yo!" he growled, his body shaking. To be honest, it seemed like he was on some kind of drug...

"Ooh, scary," Izaya mocked with a condescending grin. 

"Why, you bastard!" Hiroshi rushed forward, his movement clumsy as he attempted to knock out Izaya.

He failed, of course. Although it was barely visible, Izaya had skillfully dodged, pulling you with him, flicked out his knife, and shaved off the top of the man's hair before flicking it shut and dropping it back into his pocket. His movements with the knife were barely visible, just a slash of white in the air.

A moment later, the short hair began to fly away, leaving him with a large, shiny bald spot on the top of his head.

You started chortling as Hiroshi looked shocked. "You look so stupid!!!"

The three girls turned and retreated quickly in the opposite direction, with you and your boyfriend watching in amusement. Hiroshi then quickly followed suit, although he slipped on the ground before getting up and continuing to run.

Izaya's arm had lowered to wrap itself around your waist and hold you closer as Masaomi cautiously came closer.

And so, you ended up sitting on a bench outside the alleyway, hand entwined with Izaya's, and Mikado, Masaomi, and Sonohara standing in front of you.

"So..." Masaomi started. "How do you know him, (Name)-chan? And why is he holding your hand?" He looked confused, his eyebrows furrowed together.

You giggled. "You seriously haven't figured it out yet? I'm his girlfriend!"

"WHAT?!? When you said you had a boyfriend, I wouldn't have thought it was him!" Masaomi complained. His foot was tapping on the ground as he stared at you in shock.

You gave him a cheeky wink. "Do you not believe me?"

"..."

You smirked at the three classmates standing in front of you before turning your head and pressing your lips to Izaya's cheek, watching them from the corner of your eye. Masaomi looked horrified, and you recalled that he did have some bad blood with Izaya, especially with the Saki incident that happened a year ago.

"Anyways, I don't believe Izaya has ever met Mikado before." Your head turned to the boy, who flinched at your stare.

You and Izaya both stood up, before he introduced himself. "I'm Orihara Izaya, it's nice to meet you."

You could tell there was a thought running through Mikado's head as he replied with, "Um...I'm Ryuugamine Mikado."

Izaya snickered. "That sounds like the name of an air conditioner."

"So what brings you out this way, Izaya-san? You're usually don't come out this way..." Masaomi asked.

"I came to see someone," he replied, glancing at Mikado. "And now I have."

There was a moment of silence, your hand tightening around Izaya's before a splitting pain shot through your body and you were sent flying. Your body hit the ground, Izaya landing a meters in front of you. 

"Holy shit!" Masaomi muttered nervously, glancing the direction the trash can that hit you came from. 

He got up, clutching his jacket in pain as he smirked at Shizuo. 

"Didn't I say to never set foot in Ikebukuro again? You remember, don't you? Izaya-kun?" Shizuo's voice was filled with controlled anger.

"I thought you had some gig working at the West area, Shizu-chan..." Izaya said, reaching into his pocket. 

You weakly stood up, rubbing your head, as Shizuo growled, "I got fired ages ago. And I thought I told you to never call me that."

"Crap..." you breathed, as a gang of Dollars members brandishing weapons showed up from around the corner and surrounded your group. They were led by Hiroshi, the guy who now had a hideous hair cut. 

"Is that a bartender?" 

"Wait...that's Shizuo Hewaijima!"

In response to that, Shizuo's head turned. "What the hell do you want?"

A man in a blue cap holding a wooden stick screamed as he rushed forward and smashed the weapon as hard as he could onto Shizuo's head, who grunted. The Dollars members looked triumphant, until...

The blond's heavy breathing could be heard. Blood dripped down onto pavement, splattering it red, the same color as the liquid streaking down Shizuo's face. 

"You aimed for my head, didn't you? Even knowing that a blow like that could kill me. So whatever happens to you, you can't complain."

Shizuo whipped around, driving his fist into the man's face and sending him soaring into the air. His clothes were blown off as he hit the ground, tumbling head over heels into the side of a store. 

His gang member stared at him in shock, before turning back to Shizuo. A moment passed before he started kicking the asses of anyone who got near him. The men tried their best to attack, but like everyone else who tried, they were no match for the strongest man in Ikebukuro.

"Have fun!" Izaya called out, as he turned towards you and ran. He grabbed your hand and pulled you along as you peeked back and paled. 

Shizuo had ripped out a vending machine that was attached to the ground and was preparing to hurl it at the two of you.