The Girl in Ikebukuro Chapter 12

Shizuo had been waiting at (High school name) for a good ten minutes and (F/N) still hadn't showed up. At this point his patience was growing thin. Why was she taking so long?
"Can I help you?"
Shizuo faced the person who spoke to him; a woman around his age or older. She had short, roughly cut brown hair and light brown eyes.
"Yeah, do you know (F/N)?"
The woman smiled, "Ah (L/N)-san? Yes, she's in my class though she didn't show up today…"
Her smile dropped to a frown.
"She didn't?"
"I'm sure she's fine though wherever she is. I best be going now, nice meeting you."
As the teacher walked off Shizuo got the feeling something was wrong. What could've happened? Where could she be? All sorts of questions like these flooded his mind-
"Shizuo-san!"
The man snapped back to reality as he saw the Black Rider-Celty- stop her bike in front of him. On the back of her bike was a familiar girl with ink black hair and soft brown eyes.
"Shizuo-san!" the girl shouted once again as she flung her arms around the former bar tender.
"I'm so sorry!"
As she clung to him he couldn't help but notice a purplish mark on her neck that looked like a bruise.
"What's that on your neck?"
(F/N) gingerly rested her fingers on the mark and immediately went pale.
"He left this." She whispered hoarsely.
"Who did?"
Shizuo's blood began to boil.
"I-I got kidnapped on the way to school by the Red Pistols because you beat up some of their members when you saved me." She paused as though she didn't like saying it.
"They wanted to bait you into coming after me, and when I spit into the gang leaders face he pinned me down and tried to have his way with me…"
Shizuo's eyes flared "He did WHAT?! I'll fucking kill all of them!"
Celty got of her bike and frantically intercepted Shizuo's path.
[Hold on a second! The girl already handled them.]
As he read this the man turned to (F/N) for an explanation.
"I fought them off." Seeing his reaction she smirked
"I told you I'm scary when I'm angry."
Shizuo was confused once again by her changing emotions but accepted it anyway.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
The girl beamed "Yup! I don't think we'll be seeing them anytime soon."
"Great because from now on you're not leaving my sight."
Her expression died instantly "Wait what?!"
"You're a magnet for almost every bad thing that happens in this city, and I'm taking care of you now so it's my job to protect you. From now on I will walk you anywhere you need to go. The only place you can be alone is the apartment."
"But-"
The glare Shizuo sent her told her his decision was final.
"..Fine..."
He turned to Celty "Thanks for taking her here."
[It's no problem. I have somewhere to be so I'll leave the rest to you.]
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Celty sped down the highway fast. She had to meet with her client now that the job was done. After exiting and parking Shooter by the curb she entered the office building and made her way to the room.
"Finished already Celty? You work fast."
Celty would've glared at him if she could.
[What are you up to?]
"Eh? Me? I'm not up to anything. Why on Earth would you think I was up to something?" Her client, Izaya Orihara smirked at her.
[Don't play innocent. It looks disgusting on you.]
The informant simply laughed "Have a little faith in me would you?"
[You're planning something, and it has to do with Shizuo and that girl.]
"Is that what you think?"
[Why else would you send me to save her from the Red Pistols?]
"If you really want to know, I'll tell you. I have a duty to protect her. She is my girlfriend's sister after all."
[You have a girlfriend?!]
Izaya frowned, "That hurts you know."
[Since when?!]
"For a while now, you shouldn't act so surprised. You, a mythical creature have found love as well after all."
He had a good point…
"Here's your money."
As Celty rode back to her apartment she thought about Izaya's girlfriend. Something wasn't right; she needed to talk to her. For now she just had to hope that Shizuo and (F/N) would be safe until she found out if Izaya was telling the truth or not.