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Casual Encounters -CHAP.11-DRRR

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   Ritchie spent the next few days in an almost dreamy haze, following Izaya around like a lost puppy. She still felt that she'd won the last round between them… So she could afford to drop a few cool points by giving into her need to be around him for a while.

   The only time she'd even left his place had been to fetch his coat from her locker at work. She wasn't meant to keep it any longer. She was back now. The game was over.

   He'd seemed very smug when she'd brought his coat back, which she still didn't quite understand. Had the whole thing been because he knew she'd eventually bring it back? But he was the one who'd come to her first… Technically.

   But then she thought it over. If Izaya hadn't found her in the park the other night how much longer would she have been able to stay away from him? The absinthe incident had proved that she hadn't been handling the separation all that well.

   She eventually asked him why he'd risked letting her go and his answer had simply been that he knew she'd come back. He didn't elaborate further and Ritchie didn't bother to point out that he'd been the one to find her first. She was much happier now and didn't mind letting it go.

   So when her next shift rolled around she was reluctant to leave. Particularly seeing as they were in the middle of another make out session.

   Ritchie's cell phone started to ring. She'd had to start setting her alarm to remind her when it was time for work. Over the last few days she'd been constantly losing track of time and forgetting when she had other places to be.

   Ritchie ignored her phone, knowing that it would stop after a few seconds and that the snooze feature would kick in. Right now she was more interested in Izaya's mouth and how good his body felt underneath hers…

   Izaya pushed her away just enough for him to speak. "You'll be late for work, Ritchie-chan," he tutted.

   "Don't care," Ritchie murmured against his lips, whilst tracing a sharp line down the side of his neck with her nail.

   Izaya groaned with pleasure, then he sighed. "Come on, Ritchie…" The rare times when he forgot to add the irritating honorific showed when she was really testing his resolve. He abruptly rolled to the side, tipping Ritchie off onto the bed beside him.

   She pouted. "You could be a little more bothered about the fact that I have to go." She didn't like that she was the only one who seemed to be so clingy lately.

   Izaya smirked. "Oh Ritchie-chan, every second away from you is like being stabbed in the chest with a rusty blade… How about that?"

   Ritchie rolled her eyes as she reluctantly climbed off the bed. "I changed my mind. I preferred it when you didn't care."

   Izaya laughed. "I'll care a lot more when I know we won't have to be interrupted."

   The thought sent a shiver of pleasure through Ritchie's body. He was right. They could pick up where they left off after she finished work. Izaya seemed to run on such a crazy and often nocturnal schedule that he never really seemed bothered about when he got round to sleeping.

   Ritchie snatched up her cell phone and locker key from the bedside table. "I'll catch you later."

   "Don't miss me too much," taunted Izaya.

   Ritchie ignored him and headed downstairs to let herself out. Her body still felt really wound up. Getting hot and heavy just before work really hadn't been such a good idea. But after being out in the cold for a while she felt the chill chase away the heat of her frustration. Maybe winter weather was good for something after all.

   The fact that Izaya's apartment was closer to her work was a bonus. And when she got there she found something else to cheer her up too.

   "Sei!" she shouted happily, spotting her friend amongst a small group of girls near the bar. She bounded over and gave her a hug.

   Sei laughed. "Wow, you seem happy! Who are you and what have you done with my friend?"

   "Hey, I can't always be queen bitch," grinned Ritchie.

   "So I take it someone's back with their boyfriend again?" said Sei knowingly.

   Before Ritchie could even reply, one of Sei's friends cut in. "Is it really true that you're going out with Izaya Orihara?" Ritchie realised then that it was Arisa – one of Sei's friends from university who'd gone on the bar crawl with them.

   "What's he like?" questioned Mena – another girl who'd been part of the bar crawl group. "Is he really as bad as everyone says?"

   "He's an asshole," said Ritchie truthfully, earning herself some funny looks from Sei's friends. She guessed that most people would try to show their boyfriend off in a good light. But Ritchie had no misconceptions in the matter. She wasn't going to attempt to delude herself or anybody else.

   Sei laughed appreciatively though. "At least you understand what you've gotten yourself into."

   "Ritchie!" a voice suddenly shouted.

   Ritchie jumped and looked round. Gobei was behind the bar and he didn't look pleased. He was her least favourite manager – he was nowhere near as nice as Kosuke and definitely not as generous with the alcohol to mixer ratios.

   "From what I remember your job is to be up on that stage, not socialising with your little friends," he said stiffly.

   "Got it," said Ritchie. She turned back to the girls and rolled her eyes. "Guess I'll catch you later, little friends."

   She hurried off to quickly deposit her cell phone inside her locker, then attached the locker key to one of her bra straps like she always did. Luckily she was only on a short four-hour shift tonight. She'd expected it to drag seeing as she already wanted to finish quickly, but time mercifully seemed to speed up and her shift seemed to be over in no time.

   Sei and her friends joined her as soon as they saw her getting down from the podium. "You gonna come and dance with us for a bit?" asked Sei enthusiastically.

   Ritchie hesitated. After the frustration she'd felt from having to leave Izaya she desperately wanted to get back to him and continue what they'd started. But seeing the happy look on her friend's face she didn't want to tell her no either.

   "I'll just stay for one drink," she compromised. She hadn't actually touched any alcohol since the night with the absinthe. It had to be a world record.

   Sei was happy with that and seemed to understand the situation straightaway. "Ah, I understand; you've got something else in mind tonight already." Ritchie just grinned in response. Sei laughed. "Come on then, let's make the most out of this one drink!"

   Ritchie still ended up staying longer than she'd intended. With her one stingy drink from Gobei she was completely sober but she still got carried away dancing with the other girls. Sei had some good friends in her group – it was the only thing that made Ritchie feel that she'd missed out by not going to university.

   When she eventually managed to escape she gave Sei a quick hug, said goodbye to the others and then ran to grab her cell phone from her locker. It was now nearly three o'clock. She really hoped that Izaya wouldn't decide he was too tired to do anything when she got back to his place.

   She picked up the pace as soon as she got out of the club, quickly weaving through the smokers that were stood outside the front doors. She'd only gotten about a quarter of the way back when she turned a corner and found herself surrounded by several men. She didn't even have time to react and was suddenly pushed roughly, face first, against the wall.

   "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" she cried, attempting to throw off the guy who'd pinned her arms behind her back.

   "Richelle Honda, you're under arrest for armed robbery."

   What? Ritchie froze. Was this a joke? She managed to turn her head enough to see that the figures around her were indeed wearing police uniforms. What the hell was going on?!

   "I don't know where you're getting this from but you've got the wrong person," she insisted, trying to stay calm. Getting worked up wasn't going to help her case. "I've been in the Ouhei club all night – I work there! You can ask my manager, Gobei!" Gobei may have been a tight-ass but she was sure he'd still stick up for her on this one.

   "We got an anonymous tip saying otherwise," contradicted the police officer. "Now I suggest you come with us quietly and we can check out your alibi."

   Ritchie didn't understand. Someone had told the police that she was going to rob somewhere? But why? She didn't think she'd been in Ikebukuro long enough to make an enemy who'd go as far as getting her locked up. But she did know someone who'd probably find the whole situation rather entertaining…

   It was like flicking a switch. Ritchie's whole body suddenly pulsed with anger and all of her common sense flew straight out the window. "That damn bastard, I'm going to kill him!" she snarled, bucking suddenly to try and loosen the police officer's hold on her.

   She hadn't done anything – she was being set up! She had no intention of going anywhere quietly. And she definitely wasn't going to let Izaya win this new twisted game he had in mind.

   "Miss, please!" exclaimed the police officer, not expecting the sudden struggle. "You should know that whatever you do or say now can be used against you!"

   Ritchie didn't care – she wasn't even listening. She'd been to jail several times already and it wasn't a particularly fun experience. She was not going there for something she hadn't even done.

   So she fought tooth and nail to try and escape. She may have been able to throw a good punch – and nearly managed to give one of the officers a black eye – but she was no match for three grown men. They managed to subdue her enough for one of them to clamp handcuffs onto her wrists. Ritchie let out a long stream of profanities.

   "You have the right to remain silent," enforced the one who'd managed to get the handcuffs on her. "We're gonna keep you in overnight to calm you down. Your alibi will be checked out tomorrow morning."

   Ritchie knew that it was her own fault that she'd made it worse, but that didn't stop her from kicking and swearing as they dragged her into the police car that was stationed back around the corner. Only when they were driving did she stop struggling and try grilling them for more information about this 'anonymous tip' instead. Unfortunately they weren't giving anything away, which only made her fume even more.

   By the time they'd gotten Ritchie to the police station and locked her in one of the cells she was feeling murderous again. She was going to wring Izaya's neck when she saw him. What the hell was he playing at this time?!

   To her surprise she found out a lot sooner than she'd expected. She wasn't sure how long she'd been in the cell – there were no clocks and she seemed to be in quite an isolated section of the building. There were no other cells around besides hers and there wasn't a guard on duty nearby. She was completely alone. They obviously didn't see her as a high risk criminal.

   After what couldn't have been more than a few hours she heard footsteps. She sat up quickly. Maybe it was somebody who could give her answers. It was… But it wasn't the person she'd expected to see just yet.

   Ritchie all but launched herself at the bars the moment she saw him. "How dare you show your face here! What the hell are you trying to do to me?!"

   "What do you think? I'm here to break you out," Izaya announced cheerfully.

   Ritchie wasn't buying. "Do you think I'm stupid? I know it was you who set me up in the first place!"

   "And now I'm breaking you out," repeated Izaya patiently, looking bemused.

   Ritchie stared at him, trying to process what he'd said. "So you're telling me you got me locked up in here so you could then help me escape?"

   Izaya beamed. "Well done, Ritchie-chan, you're catching on!"

   Ritchie just continued to stare at him in disbelief. "What the fuck's wrong with you?! You're the one who should be locked up! In an asylum!"

   "There's no need to be rude, Ritchie-chan," Izaya tutted. "This is supposed to be fun."

   "Well it's not fun," said Ritchie shortly. "I've been at work, I was looking forward to going back yours and instead you get me thrown in prison!"

   Izaya grinned. "Aww don't worry, Ritchie-chan… We can pick up where we left off after we bust you out of here."

   "You're not getting me out," said Ritchie adamantly.

   "I know what I'm doing," said Izaya mischievously, producing a set of keys from his pocket and twirling them round on his finger. "It'll be fine. I've always wanted to stage a prison break."

   "No, I mean I'm not going with you," argued Ritchie, not even caring where he'd managed to snatch the cell keys from.

   She had her own rebellious streak but she wasn't stupid. Once her alibi was checked out she'd be cleared and free to go. She'd only have to suffer one night in here. But if she broke out then she'd definitely be in a lot more trouble – innocent or not. Plus she didn't feel like doing what Izaya wanted right now.

   Izaya frowned. "Why not?"

   "Because I'm not an idiot! If I escape I'll get into way more trouble," Ritchie pointed out. "But if I behave I'll be good to go as soon as they check my alibi."

   "You're ruining the plan, Ritchie-chan," said Izaya, looking annoyed.

   "Tough shit. I don't want to be a part of it," said Ritchie testily.

   Izaya's frown deepened. "Don't be silly. Come on, just play along…"

   He inserted one of the keys into the lock on the cell door but, without warning, Ritchie suddenly screamed as loud as she could. Izaya dropped the keys, wincing as the scream resounded through his ears, and quickly clamped a hand over Ritchie's mouth.

   "What are you doing? Someone will hear you!" he exclaimed, even more irritated now.

   Ritchie ripped his hand away. "That's the idea," she said plainly, a hint of a smirk creeping across her face.

   Izaya's eyes widened in surprise and sure enough, a burly security guard charged into the block and slammed Izaya against the bars of the cell. Like Ritchie, Izaya wasn't stupid and knew that fighting back would make things worse, so he remained still as the guard pinned his arms and pressed his face against the cold steel.

   "What the hell do you think you're doing in here?! It's three thirty in the morning!" exclaimed the guard.

   "He thought it would be a good practical joke," Ritchie interrupted before Izaya could answer. She'd noticed that he'd inconspicuously kicked the set of keys out of sight whilst the guard had been concentrating on subduing him. Izaya shot her an annoyed look, though she was actually improving the situation for him.

   The guard frowned at Ritchie too. "You know him?"

   "Unfortunately," Ritchie replied.

   She saw unwilling amusement dance across Izaya's features, but he still seemed to think that keeping silent was the better option. He was probably right.

   "This place isn't a joke," the guard told Izaya irritably. "Maybe you'll appreciate that after spending a night in here yourself."

   He then pulled out his own set of keys with one hand and unlocked the door to Ritchie's cell. She froze. This wasn't supposed to happen… "Hey, don't put him in here with me!" she protested.

   "It's not up to you, sweetheart," said the guard condescendingly, as he shoved Izaya roughly into the cell and locked the door again after him.

   "But there's only one bed," Ritchie pointed out stupidly, trying to give the guard a plausible excuse.

   "Then share," he said shortly before striding off.

   Ritchie gaped after him. Surely that was some violation of human rights… Not that she normally cared about that kind of thing – she just didn't particularly want to be around Izaya right now. Especially not sharing the same tiny bed.

   She grumpily turned back to Izaya, who looked torn between annoyance and amusement. "Oh look, I screwed up your big master plan," she said sarcastically. In truth, she was at least happy that she'd gotten him into trouble too.

   Her comment made Izaya's expression shift to definite amusement. "Well I guess I can't think of anything more appropriate than the two of us sharing a cell together."

   Ritchie scowled. "You're gonna be sleeping on the floor."

   Izaya grinned. "I don't think so, Ritchie-chan. You've already been told you have to share," he said in a patronising tone.

   "I don't care! I don't even want to be around you right now!" Ritchie spat.

   Izaya sighed, then in one abrupt movement he grabbed Ritchie by the shoulder and shoved her back against the wall, moving in as close as he could. "Now you don't really mean that, do you?"

   "Yes I do," breathed Ritchie. The feeling of his body pressed against hers was mixing up her emotions. "Just back off and leave me the hell…"

   Izaya didn't wait for her to finish. He grasped her face roughly with one hand and forced his mouth onto hers, cutting off her words. Ritchie stiffened. It was the same technique she'd used herself to try and shut Izaya up in the past. It turned out it worked just as well on her too.

   She put both hands on Izaya's chest and half-heartedly tried to push him away, her resolve weakening rapidly. She hated herself for it. She knew she was angry at him and was trying to remember why, but it was getting harder and harder to think.

   Izaya slid his hand across Ritchie's hip, toying with the waistband on her skirt, and all her anger dissolved in an instant. She wrapped her arms tightly around Izaya's neck, pulling him so close that they barely had room to breathe.

   With her mood now completely turned round, all Ritchie suddenly wanted was for Izaya to take her right there, right then. She forced him over towards the tiny bed, which suddenly seemed a lot more appealing than it had a few minutes ago. She pushed him down onto it and clambered on top of him, her arms winding back around his neck as she became overwhelmed by the scent and taste of him…

   Izaya pulled back just enough to say breathlessly, "Have you turned into some kind of voyeur now, Ritchie-chan?"

   That was enough to make Ritchie hesitate and remember where they were. He was right... This section of the prison may have been deserted but it probably wouldn't stay that way. They'd likely have a guard pass through at some point, especially now that they had a trespasser as well. Ritchie's standards would be classed as low by most people, but even she didn't find the idea of dogging particularly alluring.

   She saw the amused look on Izaya's face as he observed her predicament and, just like that, the moment disappeared and Ritchie's need cooled instantly. They weren't going to be doing anything while they were in here. Grumbling, she rolled off Izaya and gave him a shove, feeling suddenly annoyed again.

   "Move over," she said sharply, squeezing into the small gap on the bed and purposely lying so that she was facing away from him.

   Izaya chuckled and lay down beside her, wrapping an arm tight around her waist so that she couldn't pull away. He murmured teasingly into her ear, "You're so cute when you're angry, Ritchie-chan."

   "Just shut up and go to sleep," Ritchie huffed.

                                                          *

   Ritchie was woken up later that morning by the bars of the cell rattling. She disentangled herself from Izaya and sat up to find a different guard from before unlocking the cell. He seemed friendlier than the last one.

   "Richelle Honda?" he asked tentatively.

   "Yeah?"

   "You're free to go." He looked apologetic. "Your alibi checked out. We're really sorry to have put you through this."

   "No sweat," said Ritchie casually, getting to her feet. Right now she was just grateful that she could get out. Plus it was Izaya's fault that she'd been stuck in here – not the poor security guard's.

   "By way of an apology, the superintendent said you can vouch for your friend if you like," said the guard, casting a curious glance at Izaya who was now sat up and watching Ritchie expectantly. "If not we'll probably keep him in for another day or two."

   Hmmm, vouch for Izaya's bail after he'd gotten her into this mess? She didn't think so.

   "No thanks," replied Ritchie coolly. "Some jail time will do him good."

   The guard looked surprised but didn't comment. "Okay… Well then, the exit's just through this way…"

   Ritchie smirked to herself, desperate to turn round and see the look on Izaya's face. But she figured it would have more impact if she left without looking back… So she did just that.

   She hadn't been outside for long when her cell phone vibrated, signalling an incoming text message. When she flipped it open she saw that it was from Izaya. Of course… The guard had been more interested in getting Izaya into the cell than anything else – he hadn't taken any of his belongings from him.

   'You'll regret that.'

   Ritchie rolled her eyes. He was trying to scare her… Well it wasn't working. Though regardless, Ritchie didn't want to take any chances in seeing how pissed off he'd be when he did get out. If she just sat at home he'd be able to find her easily. She needed to go somewhere he wouldn't expect her to be. Preferably somewhere public. With witnesses.

   She ended up heading down to the district where Shizuo lived. It definitely wasn't the first place Izaya would look for her. So she spent the day in one of the bars there. It actually wasn't too bad… Albeit a little on the quiet side.

   But eventually she grew bored. Even by the evening the bar still hadn't gotten any busier. Ritchie deliberated over what to do next. She could go and get something to eat… Then maybe hit a better club. Izaya didn't really do the club scene so it seemed like a safe option.

   She finished up her drink and headed out, on the lookout for a decent-looking restaurant. She also kept an eye out for Shizuo. She always felt like she'd run into him when she was on his turf and she wasn't particularly in the mood for that.

   She found a restaurant on the corner of the street she was on, but the menu seemed to consist of only seafood. Ritchie hated seafood. She carried on past and had only just turned the corner when somebody seized her arm and dragged her off the main street, down onto a side road.

   She didn't have time to react but then she didn't need any guesses as to who it was. "How the hell did you get out so early?" she asked irritably, wrenching her arm away.

   "I have my ways, Ritchie-chan," said Izaya calmly, though his tone was much colder than usual.

   Ritchie didn't really want to know what kind of bribe or blackmail he could have put in place to secure his early release. Especially one that would work on a man of the law… "I didn't expect you to find me so fast," she grumbled.

   "Please Ritchie, give me some credit," said Izaya scornfully. "I knew you'd be trying to avoid me so it wasn't difficult to come up with places that you'd think would be safe from me."

   Damn him. He'd used her own smarts against her. "Oh, so I need to be safe from you? Should I be scared?" asked Ritchie sarcastically. She knew that goading him probably wasn't the best idea but she hated how he was always trying to assert his control over her.

   "That depends," replied Izaya, still calm. He leant in so that his face was inches away from hers. "Aren't you sorry that you left me in prison? If you are then maybe I'll let it slide..."

   Ritchie raised an eyebrow. She didn't believe that for a second. "No. You needed to be taken down a notch or two."

   Izaya's expression darkened, almost making Ritchie want to take a step back. "You really shouldn't underestimate me, y'know… I don't like it when things don't go my way."

   "Oh boohoo, so I ruined your plans… Suck it up," said Ritchie sharply. "One night in prison is nothing. Why don't you grow a pair?"

   Izaya suddenly lunged forward without warning and seized Ritchie by her wrist, squeezing it so hard that she was sure she'd have a bruise to show for it. Despite how she always told herself that Izaya didn't scare her anymore, she felt a spike of fear. He wasn't playing this time. He was truly pissed off.

   She tried to pull away but he dragged her in closer, his eyes glittering with anger. "If you can't play by my rules then you won't play at all," he growled, holding her wrist up over her head. "Understand?"

   Ritchie wasn't entirely sure what he meant by 'not playing at all' but she had a feeling that it would be something a lot more sinister than just cutting her loose. She needed to get away from him. Now.

   His grip was too tight to escape so she did the next best thing she could think of and swung at him with her free hand. Unfortunately he'd been expecting it and caught her fist easily.

   A wicked smirk crossed his face. "I don't think so, Ritchie-chan," he taunted.

   Ritchie snarled. "Don't make me kick you."

   "Oh I don't think you will," said Izaya, pulling Ritchie towards him and twisting her arms painfully behind her back.

   Ritchie glared at him, unable to move. "Let me go," she said in her most dangerous voice.

   "But I'm afraid you'll hit me, Ritchie-chan," Izaya mocked, his expression both amused but still angry.

   "Stop toying with me!" Ritchie shouted angrily.

   Luckily for her their scene seemed to have attracted attention and a dark shape joined them without warning. Izaya abruptly released Ritchie as a strong arm suddenly wrapped around his neck, squeezing hard and pulling him to his tiptoes. He gagged and jerked wildly, trying to break away.

   "I always knew you were a bastard but even you should know never to hurt a girl," growled Shizuo. He looked over at Ritchie. "You okay?"

   "I'm fine," said Ritchie, watching in amusement. She'd never seen Izaya rendered speechless before. She found it mildly entertaining.

   "So what do you want me to do?" asked Shizuo, pressing harder on Izaya's windpipe. Izaya choked, his fingers grasping desperately at Shizuo's arm as he struggled to breathe. "I can crush his throat in a second and believe me, I'd be happy to do it… But if it's gonna upset you then I don't really want that on my conscience."

   Ritchie stared at Shizuo in surprise. She knew how much he hated Izaya – he'd spent half his life trying to kill him. He'd probably never get another chance like this... Izaya was too smart for him. Shizuo had only managed to catch him off guard this time because he'd been far too busy tormenting Ritchie.

   And upset her? That didn't really seem like the right word. 'Upset' wasn't really an emotion she felt all that often. And with everything Izaya had put her through – today especially – she didn't feel she'd be that bothered by his untimely demise. Plus she was impressed that Shizuo even cared about her opinion on this. She still couldn't believe that he didn't seem to hold the nose-breaking incident against her…

   So what was she going to do? Was she going to vouch for Izaya or should she let Shizuo choke him to death? She had to admit that the second option was sickeningly tempting.

   "You may wanna make it a quick decision though. I don't think he'll be able to hold out much longer," said Shizuo conversationally, giving Izaya a shake. He seemed to be enjoying the situation too.

   Ritchie's gaze shifted to Izaya's face. His eyes were rolling back in his head and desperate gasps were coming from his now blue-tinged lips. She realised it wasn't as entertaining as she'd first thought. If anyone was going to take control from Izaya then she wanted to do it herself. She was going to regain her control fair and square. Shizuo wasn't even a part of their game.

   "No, let him go," said Ritchie reluctantly.

   Shizuo raised an eyebrow but he did as she said. Izaya staggered forwards, fighting for breath and massaging his throat. Shizuo shook his head. "You're pretty whacked, y'know," he told Ritchie before pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and stalking off.

   Ritchie hid a smile. Understatement of the year. She turned back to Izaya. He was doubled over with his hands on his knees, still breathing hard as if he'd just ran a marathon. His lips were now only slightly purple.

   "Come on," she said, giving his shoulder a shove. "It'll take more than that to keep you down."

   "I never thought you'd have so much faith in me, Ritchie-chan," said Izaya breathlessly as he straightened up. His usual smirk was back in place as if nothing had happened.

   Damn right. Ritchie felt he had no right to be angry at her now, seeing as she'd just stopped Shizuo from choking the life out of him. "Who said it was faith?" she asked, then punched him straight in the face.

   Izaya reeled back, clutching his eye. Ritchie couldn't help but burst out laughing at the look on his face. He looked completely shocked. She flexed her fingers, feeling pleased. Her knuckles stung but nowhere near as much as they'd done when she'd punched Shizuo.

   "That was for earlier," she said ruefully, rubbing her knuckles.

   Izaya stared at her, still shocked. Then amazingly, he started to laugh too. "That's hardly playing fair, Ritchie-chan. I just got strangled half to death – you should be nicer to me."

   "I don't do nice," Ritchie pointed out, still smiling. Who'd have thought she could punch Izaya Orihara and totally get away with it?

   "I can see," agreed Izaya, smirking again. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they started off back down the street, his faux cheery manner back as normal. "I never imagined you'd be so sadistic."

   Ritchie rolled her eyes theatrically. "I'm glad you're catching on." She played along and slid her arm around his waist, underneath his coat, hooking her thumb into the waistband on his jeans.

   Dysfunctional couple didn't even begin to cover it.
Summary: Ritchie Honda is a 22-year-old stage dancer with a pretty well-known reputation and a taste for trouble. After meeting the devil of Ikebukuro her life takes an interesting turn into the city's underworld as it becomes a constant fight for control. Izaya/OC

Chapter 11: Dysfunctional Couple

Ahhhh another super long chapter! This one just kinda ran away with me... Definitely one of my faves to write so far :3 People wanted to see more of 'dark' Izaya so here you go!

Also I liked showing Shizuo winning for once. Izaya's clever and all but if Shizuo ever DID catch him off guard he really wouldn't stand a chance! :P

Oh and pointless bit of trivia... The name of the club Ritchie works at is Japanese for 'insolence/arrogance'. Yeah, Insolence is totally the name of a club in the Georgina Kincaid books. Too in love with those right now! <33


IMPORTANT NOTICE: SAVE RITCHIE

Recently I've had issues with somebody copying this story. I've managed to have it deleted from two of her accounts but she keeps uploading to other sites and creating new accounts to try again. I've been doing a "Save Ritchie" campaign - the more people I can make aware of this, hopefully the more chance I'll have of finding every site this girl has uploaded her stolen story to!

So far she's gone under the names ThatStrawberryOkami, thewonderlandblues and recklessranger. Her story has been called both "Mutual Affections" and "Affectionated Rush" and her character has gone by the names of Lumine/Lumina and Lisa "Baby" Lorenzo. There could also be added variations to all of these since she keeps changing things to make herself harder to find.

If you happen across a story that you feel may be by this girl then please contact me. Help keep Ritchie and her story alive and safe!


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Casual Encounters -CHAP.10-DRRR
   For the next week Ritchie's mood seemed to be at an all-time high. Sei wasn't mad at her, she now had a coat (albeit on loan) to battle the cold in and, best of all, she felt free for the first time in months. Not having to answer to Izaya was doing wonders for her mood.
   Or so she thought.
   She kept expecting Izaya to text or call her… Or even show up on her doorstep. The freedom had just seemed too good to be true… But he hadn't. And after the first week she'd started to realise that she'd been waiting for him to get in touch – constantly checking her phone and always making sure to survey the area outside her work.
   She'd genuinely believed that some freedom from Izaya was what she'd really wanted. But after a week of not seeing or hearing from him she'd discovered just how much she craved his company. That realisation irritated her beyond belief.
   And what was even worse was
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   Ritchie was starting to feel like the world revolved around her. She could now understand why Izaya had such a god complex. Shizuo had had the easy opportunity to take out his mortal enemy and he'd given it up just because she'd asked him to. Of course that could have been because he was surprisingly a gentleman, but Ritchie chose not to factor that into it.
   She'd had the power over Izaya for once and she'd decided not to use it. She didn't regret her decision though. She didn't want to play this game the same way that Izaya did – getting the pawns to carry out his dirty work. She wanted to make the moves herself. When it finally came down to it this was going to be her checkmate.
   But lately he was back to being perpetually happy and all of her devious intentions disappeared as she revelled in their relationship being back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be for them.
   Though after a while, as usua



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Ritchie Honda © punkette180
Izaya Orihara & Shizuo Heiwajima © Ryohgo Narita
Cover image © Jadeitor
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GoldenxDreamer's avatar
I love this fanficiton :squee: The best I've read especially how you keep them in character. Can't wait to read more! ^^