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    Christmas was a time for spending time with friends and family. Whether that was eating Christmas Eve dinner with the people you cared for most or sitting with them by the lit fireplace while drinking hot chocolate. Both of those were something you wanted so badly for this year’s Christmas, but of course that wasn’t working out.

  Because of a certain conniving info broker that you despised so much, you were in a state of poverty and had been unable to pay off the past three month’s rent for your apartment. Your tenant was kindly allowing you to stay until Christmas, but as soon as December 26th came along, you had to be long gone from the building. You sat there on your couch wondering how it was possible that your life could so quickly go to shit.

  Izaya Orihara. The man who ruined your Christmas and possibly your whole life.

  At a time, you considered him a great info broker and possibly even a friend. That was all up until the business deal you made with him went downhill and he basically gave away every last penny you owned for his own benefit. You couldn’t exactly go to the police about the money he stole from you because of the deal itself. You were stuck drowning in debt and regretting the day you met Izaya.

  A knock on your door snapped you out of your self-pity. It was probably just your tenant making sure that you’d be out in two days. You sighed at the thought of having to deal with her again and stood up from the couch. Before you could make it over to the door, the knob twisted and opened by itself to reveal the man you loathed with every fiber of your body.

  “Merry Christmas, (Y/N)-chan!” Izaya said with obviously fake happiness.

  “Get out,” you demanded, infuriated just by his presence.

  He proceeded to take a step through the open door with a smirk on his face. “Oh, how can you be so rude to me? After all we’ve been through-”

  “That’s exactly why I hate you. Now get out before I call Shizuo,” you threatened knowing that he wouldn’t want to deal with him at the moment. His smirk disappeared after that threat and you knew you had him there.

  “Now, now, no need to call Shizu-chan over. I’m only here to give you your Christmas present.”

  “What’s that? More debt?” you snapped bitterly.

  “Ah, you should really have more faith in me.”

  “I used to have faith in you and look what happened to me now. I don’t want your damn present, just get out of my apartment.”

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a giant wad of bills. “I completely understand! I’ll just go give this one hundred grand that was going to be your present to someone else then-”

  “A hundred grand?” you asked cautiously, suddenly interested in his gift. He smirked, knowing he finally had your attention.

  “Why yes, (Y/N)-chan. That was about how much you lost from that… unfortunate deal, maybe a bit more than you lost but I was feeling generous.”

  “What’s the catch?” you demanded, knowing something had to be up if Izaya was actually being nice for once. It was probably fake, or maybe you needed to do favors for him first, or-

  “There is no catch. I can’t just be doing this nice act from the goodness of my heart?” he asked you as he kept taking steps closer and closer to you.

  “You have no heart, I learned that when you ran off with my money and left me here to crumble in my debt. Now tell me what you want me to do.”

  By now he was standing directly in front of you, his face only inches away from yours. “You’re a smart girl, (Y/N), I’ve known that since I met you. But the only thing I want you to do is,” he paused as he shoved the wad of money into your hands, “is to take this money and pay off your loans.”

  You stared down at the money in your hands and felt tears of joy prickle at the corners of your eyes. Christmas wouldn’t be too shitty for you after all. You felt like hugging the man before you, but even after his good deed you didn’t fully trust him enough. As you let your mind process how much money you held in your hands, Izaya made his way to the door.

  “You’re welcome, by the way,” he said before closing the door behind him.

******

    Once Izaya left you had gone to your tenant and paid off the months rent that you had missed along paying for the next six months in order to guarantee your stay there for quite a while in case something else ever happened. Soon after that, you paid off all the bills you were late on until you were officially no longer in debt. It truly was a Christmas miracle.

  You laid down on your comfortable couch and closed your eyes, easily being able to relax for the first time in months. The relaxation didn’t last long when you heard another knock on your door. It definitely wasn’t your tenant and surely Izaya didn’t come back…. It was Christmas Eve night, you had no idea who could be at your door at that time.

  Cautiously, you made your way over to the door and opened it to reveal a group of guys you hadn’t seen before. They seemed harmless until you saw the colored scarves they each wore indicating that they were all part of a colored gang. You backed up as they entered your apartment and waited for a moment when you could grab your phone and call someone for help.

  “Are you the girl who has our money?” one of them said.

  “I think you have the wrong person,” you stated calmly.

  “That’s not what we heard. That info broker down in Ikebukuro told us that some girl named (Y/N) ran off with our hundred grand. Hand it over before things get ugly for you.”

  Info broker in Ikebukuro.

  “Goddamn you, Izaya.”

Coding by SimplySilent

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    Christmas was a time for spending time with friends and family. Whether that was eating Christmas Eve dinner with the people you cared for most or sitting with them by the lit fireplace while drinking hot chocolate. Both of those were something you wanted so badly for this year’s Christmas, but of course that wasn’t working out.

  Because of a certain conniving info broker that you despised so much, you were in a state of poverty and had been unable to pay off the past three month’s rent for your apartment. Your tenant was kindly allowing you to stay until Christmas, but as soon as December 26th came along, you had to be long gone from the building. You sat there on your couch wondering how it was possible that your life could so quickly go to shit.

  Izaya Orihara. The man who ruined your Christmas and possibly your whole life.

  At a time, you considered him a great info broker and possibly even a friend. That was all up until the business deal you made with him went downhill and he basically gave away every last penny you owned for his own benefit. You couldn’t exactly go to the police about the money he stole from you because of the deal itself. You were stuck drowning in debt and regretting the day you met Izaya.

  A knock on your door snapped you out of your self-pity. It was probably just your tenant making sure that you’d be out in two days. You sighed at the thought of having to deal with her again and stood up from the couch. Before you could make it over to the door, the knob twisted and opened by itself to reveal the man you loathed with every fiber of your body.

  “Merry Christmas, (Y/N)-chan!” Izaya said with obviously fake happiness.

  “Get out,” you demanded, infuriated just by his presence.

  He proceeded to take a step through the open door with a smirk on his face. “Oh, how can you be so rude to me? After all we’ve been through-”

  “That’s exactly why I hate you. Now get out before I call Shizuo,” you threatened knowing that he wouldn’t want to deal with him at the moment. His smirk disappeared after that threat and you knew you had him there.

  “Now, now, no need to call Shizu-chan over. I’m only here to give you your Christmas present.”

  “What’s that? More debt?” you snapped bitterly.

  “Ah, you should really have more faith in me.”

  “I used to have faith in you and look what happened to me now. I don’t want your damn present, just get out of my apartment.”

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a giant wad of bills. “I completely understand! I’ll just go give this one hundred grand that was going to be your present to someone else then-”

  “A hundred grand?” you asked cautiously, suddenly interested in his gift. He smirked, knowing he finally had your attention.

  “Why yes, (Y/N)-chan. That was about how much you lost from that… unfortunate deal, maybe a bit more than you lost but I was feeling generous.”

  “What’s the catch?” you demanded, knowing something had to be up if Izaya was actually being nice for once. It was probably fake, or maybe you needed to do favors for him first, or-

  “There is no catch. I can’t just be doing this nice act from the goodness of my heart?” he asked you as he kept taking steps closer and closer to you.

  “You have no heart, I learned that when you ran off with my money and left me here to crumble in my debt. Now tell me what you want me to do.”

  By now he was standing directly in front of you, his face only inches away from yours. “You’re a smart girl, (Y/N), I’ve known that since I met you. But the only thing I want you to do is,” he paused as he shoved the wad of money into your hands, “is to take this money and pay off your loans.”

  You stared down at the money in your hands and felt tears of joy prickle at the corners of your eyes. Christmas wouldn’t be too shitty for you after all. You felt like hugging the man before you, but even after his good deed you didn’t fully trust him enough. As you let your mind process how much money you held in your hands, Izaya made his way to the door.

  “You’re welcome, by the way,” he said before closing the door behind him.

******

    Once Izaya left you had gone to your tenant and paid off the months rent that you had missed along paying for the next six months in order to guarantee your stay there for quite a while in case something else ever happened. Soon after that, you paid off all the bills you were late on until you were officially no longer in debt. It truly was a Christmas miracle.

  You laid down on your comfortable couch and closed your eyes, easily being able to relax for the first time in months. The relaxation didn’t last long when you heard another knock on your door. It definitely wasn’t your tenant and surely Izaya didn’t come back…. It was Christmas Eve night, you had no idea who could be at your door at that time.

  Cautiously, you made your way over to the door and opened it to reveal a group of guys you hadn’t seen before. They seemed harmless until you saw the colored scarves they each wore indicating that they were all part of a colored gang. You backed up as they entered your apartment and waited for a moment when you could grab your phone and call someone for help.

  “Are you the girl who has our money?” one of them said.

  “I think you have the wrong person,” you stated calmly.

  “That’s not what we heard. That info broker down in Ikebukuro told us that some girl named (Y/N) ran off with our hundred grand. Hand it over before things get ugly for you.”

  Info broker in Ikebukuro.

  “Goddamn you, Izaya.”

Coding by SimplySilent