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AN: As always, expect OOCness in my fanfics!

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Pawn to E6

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"Well done, Miss. Photographer," Izaya says, handing over the manila envelope with the usual amount.

"I have a name," Bethany Lachey snaps, handing him the flash drive with the photos of the informant's newest little pet project, "And don't leave the photos on the drive this time."

He takes the drive and copies over all the photos from the drive before handing it back to her with a grin, "Thank you for your hard work," he says, "I have another job for you."

"Already?" she asks, her surprise clear in her voice, "You don't usually have jobs lined up so consecutively."

"Actually, this is more of an on-going pet project of mine," Izaya says and rests his chin on his hand as he speaks, "Have you heard of Shizuo Heiwajima?"

"Uh…?"

"Well then, you have some catching up to do," Izaya says with a feral grin, jumping up with a giggle. He makes his way over to his folders and pulls out a particularly large file. He meanders over to her and drops it on her lap, "Study up."

"What the-" she groans, lifting the massive folder up and checking inside, "Okay…?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Don't expect me to read through a thousand pages of information on a guy just to-"

"Should I hire another photographer?"

"…. No…" she says and peers at the picture inside, "So, why him?"

"You don't need to get it," Izaya says and plants himself behind his desk again, "I just need you to do your job."

"A week long, like usual?" she asks and shoves the massive docket into her backpack along with the drive.

"No, I need you to do at least a three week cover…" he says and swivels around his chair for a moment before coming to a stop, "Make sure you get close enough to get real good ones too."

"I'm a photographer," she states as she zips up her bag and shoulders it, "Not a reporter."

"For what I'll be paying, you might want to try your hand at both," he says and holds out a ready-signed check for her to inspect.

The number was her usual pay, only… about sixty times over.

"I think you added one too many zeroes," she grumbles with a grimace.

"This is all yours once you report back," he says and shoves the check into his desk drawer, "I'll just keep it warm till you come get it."

"…"

"What?" he asks and smiles innocently at her, "I thought you would be excited?"

"A payment like that is usually much more trouble than it's worth," she answers and sighs, "So what kind of close-ups do you need?"

"Oh, I'm not sure…" he says, although his tone begs to differ, "What about a couple of case studies?"

"Studies? Of what?"

"His reactions…. Surprise him and make sure to get his reactions on film... all of them..."

She had been given pretty messed up orders before from Izaya Orihara and had always delivered, but this one was quickly topping the pile of weird requests.

"You want me to scare the crap out of him and document it for you?" she repeats, just to make sure she wasn't going nuts.

"Well that…oh! And one where you get him crying… maybe little Kasuka should have an accident..." Izaya says with an absurd amount of glee, already picturing how it would shatter Shizuo's world. He takes a deep breath, revelling in the moment before bringing his focus back to the present, "And his reactions to romance, as well."

"Hey-whoa-" she protests with a scoff, "I'm not seducing a guy that you obviously want."

"I don't want Shizu-chan, but I do want him to suffer..." Izaya clarifies and grins predatorily, "Are you going to do this for me or shall I burn this check?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't being clear: I'm not seducing anybody. GOT IT?" she states and glares at the informant.

"Don't forget, Miss. Photographer, I'm the reason you were accepted into that University you oh so love," the man says and grins with an almost feral look, "Or did you forget?"

She stiffens up and bites her tongue. She didn't want to risk being kicked out of her University course and she knew he would one day pull this card on her. She knew she had let herself become prey to his games. And the feeling of being prey wasn't one that's easily forgotten.

"I don't care what methods you use," he says in an acquiescent tone but with the inevitable roll of the eyes, "Quick tip: He loves a cute girl in a dress..."

Because, Izaya Orihara already knows what makes up Shizuo Heiwajima. What type of food he likes, what his favourite pastries are, where he usually buys his groceries, where he eats for lunch... He knows what type of eye colour, hair colour and body type of women Shizuo seems to find attractive. All of this information culminates into a single person. A woman, in fact. A woman who didn't need coaching or training to do what Izaya was going to let her do. And she's even going to do it on her own, by her own free will...

Or, at least, it would feel that way to her.

And then, when the time is right and all the chess pieces are in the right position...

"Whatever," she grumbles, managing to supress the awkward blush that was starting. Sighing, she heads to the door and quips, "Just don't expect this guy to fall for any of it."

"I'll see you three weeks," Izaya replies with confidence.

He can picture it right now, how easy it'll be. It's disgusting how effortlessly everything will fall into place.

Because he knows, Shizuo mightn't be the easiest target to get a rise out of, but he would be the easiest to fall. And that's all Izaya's counting on.

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