This is my first fanfic, please be nice. This is a roleplay that my best friend and I are doing, it's still in process, and there will be sequels and at least one prequel, possibly some drabbles as well to fill in any gaps.

And now, the disclaimer-

Izaya here~ Zannah does not own DRRR!, if she did, well let's not go into that...

Thanks Izaya... -.-

Violet Lane quickened her pace as she walked home from her evening walk in the park. It was a beautiful night, which had caused her to stay out longer than intended and she didn't want to be caught out and about after dark; not after overhearing a conversation at school about an info broker who seemed to enjoy creeping out teenage girls.

Violet also wanted to finish the beautiful couple drawing that she had started earlier that day at school. It was her best yet; a drawing of her and the boyfriend that she wanted so badly. It made her want to cry just looking at it, and she hadn't even finished!

More than anything, though, Violet wanted to get home before her parents decided that she was staying out too late. She didn't want to be slapped again; or worse, locked in her room.

Because her mind was focused on the drawing, she wasn't fully aware of her surroundings. If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed the sound of soft footsteps behind her; resembling the sound of men's dress shoes.

Slowly, just a few blocks from home, a shadow appeared behind her as she passed under a street light. The strangest part was the figure appeared to be smirking.

"Hello, Violet-Chan~" a male voice cooed behind her.

Violet froze, suddenly afraid. Oh no, I stayed out too late! Just keep walking. Keep walking, pretend you don't hear anything. Home is close, just keep walking. She told herself, trying to ignore her fear. She was too shy and timid for this! She could barely even choke out a few words to her teachers. Violet worried that this was the info broker mentioned at school. She hoped not with all her heart.

When Violet started walking again, a shadowy figure nearly a foot taller than her jumped in front of her, and of all things, grabbed her sketchbook! He nimbly opened it to the page with the half-finished couple drawing, doing so in what seemed like less than a second.

"Ah, what's this?" He asked, his voice sinister

She still couldn't see his face, but it was obvious that he was wearing a jacket trimmed with fur on the ends of the sleeves, the hood, and the bottom. Violet could also see that he had raven hair.

She snatched her sketchbook away from him, and then took a couple tiny steps back. Too scared to say anything, she turned and ran in a different direction, hoping to get home by a different path.

Before she could get away though, the man's arm wrapped around her waist and swiftly pulled her back into his warm body. Violet gasped, horrified, as she attempted to escape. Although he held onto her firmly, he was surprisingly warm and gentle as he whispered into her ear:

"Shh~"

Violet whimpered in fright. Her heart was thumping wildly. She seemed unable to control her constant trembling. What is it they say to do in a situation like this? She thought in panic. Scream! Remembering triumphantly, she opened her mouth to do so, only to have the man cover it quickly with his free hand.

"Screaming won't do any good..." He murmured seductively.

Although it was against her better judgment, Violet bit his hand, drawing blood. Oh no! What was I thinking?! You idiot! She scolded herself, fearing what he might do in retribution.

He pulled his hand back, not out of pain but out of shock. The last thing he expected this girl to do was fight back.

Violet continued shaking; too frightened to say anything. The man's arm was still wrapped securely around her waist. Violet felt his hot breath on her neck and his piercing, unwavering gaze bearing down on her like a ton of rocks. She tried pulling away again but he held onto her diminutive frame easily.

"I love humans." he chuckled, amused by her efforts.

Violet froze.

"W-what?" She choked out in a whisper.

"I love humans." The man stated again, softly nibbling her ear, his smirk obvious.

Violet jerked away, cringing in fear.

"I-I don't understand what you mean..." She whispered again.

Violet said something else, but her voice faltered, and became too quiet to hear.

"Humans... They're such lovely creatures. Wouldn't you agree?"

This guy has a few loose screws... Violet thought, trying to wriggle out of his arms.

"Who ... you?" She spoke so quietly it was difficult to hear her.

Violet's long black hair had fallen in front of her blue eyes, like it had a tendency to do, but she was too frightened to do anything about it.

"Who am I? I am Orihara Izaya." He let go of her at that moment.

Violet pulled away in relief, taking several steps away from him as she stuffed the sketchbook into her school bag. She wanted to put as much distance between them as possible before she started running. Violet knew that she wasn't a very good runner by any stretch of the imagination, so she didn't know how far she could get before he caught her again. She was a few blocks away from home, and this Izaya Orihara seemed to have relatively quick reflexes.

Izaya stepped closer, his face now visible. Young and handsome, with black hair and reddish-brown eyes, Violet guessed that he was in his mid-twenties.

"Now, Violet-Chan. Why would you run home, the place where you are beaten, when there are so many... other places to go?" He asked in a mischievous tone.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." She said, her voice trembling as she backed further away.

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about." Izaya said, smiling darkly.

Violet shook her head, not trusting her voice. She backed away, ready to run.

"You may go for now." Izaya said to her like a master would say to his servants. "But do remember, if, and when, you get tired of home… Give me a call." He smiled before disappearing between two buildings.

Violet sank down, trembling. She knew that she needed to get home, but she was too frightened to move. I don't even have his number, how would I call him? She thought fearfully as she leaned her back against a wall in an attempt to quell her trembling.

After a little while, Violet noticed a girl, who was slightly taller than her, approach. She offered her hand to help Violet up. Taking it hesitantly, Violet stood.

The girl had white hair and purple eyes. Her face was unusually pale. She wore all white, even her shoes were white.

"Hey, are you okay? I saw the Broker messing with you." She looked at Violet sympathetically.

"Um..." Violet glanced down timidly.

"Here." The girl whispered, handing Violet a pocket knife. "Use it if you have to. This is a dangerous city. Where do you live? I'll walk you home."

Violet refused the knife, hoping she wouldn't offend this person.

"No, thank you. I'd get in trouble..." Violet whispered.

The girl nodded, a look of understanding on her face.

"Okay, I understand. Please do let me walk you home at least." She seemed worried, but kind as she slipped the knife back into her jacket.

"O-okay." Violet gave her consent nervously as she started walking.

The girl followed Violet, walking beside her.

"Is Violet your name? I heard the Broker call you that."

Violet nodded.

"It's nice to meet you. My name isn't important, but you can call me Moon." The girl smiled kindly.

"O-okay." Violet answered timidly again. They walked the rest of the way in silence. When they got to Violet's apartment, which was one of the nicer ones in Ikebukuro, Moon stopped.

"This place is safe enough." Moon muttered, looking over the building.

Turning to Violet, she handed her a slip of paper. Violet noticed a phone number written on it.

"If something happens, just call me." Moon said before walking away, still looking worried. Violet watched her go, then slipped inside and went to bed; dreading the feeling that told her something would happen soon.

Izaya: Hmm, I think I went a little easy on her, don't you Moon-Chan?~

Moon: Shut up. I think you're a bastard for even considering messing with the poor girl.

Izaya: I'm wounded~

Violet: U-um guys...

Zannah: Review before this gets ugly, please!