Infatuation – Prologue

Infatuation n. An obsession, fascination or love for a person or thing.

He knew exactly when this…infatuation began. At first he had tried to ignore it, pass it off as his unending curiosity to understand interesting things. Well no-one could deny that the boy was interesting; actually he knew that most people wouldn't have given the boy a passing thought.

Him, with his short stature, his delicately thin body hidden in the oversized school uniform, that innocent face with wide blue eyes framed with short black hair.

Sure he looked innocent and naïve, not the sort of person that perks someone's interest, or even made them all that aware of him. But that was their fault and he had no wish to point out that their self-created ideology of what was interesting or not had made them miss out on this wonderful character. Personally he had been lucky enough to be paying attention to the boy when it most mattered. Watching when the boy, in all his unassuming glory had brought about changes not only to his masterful plans and made almost unnoticeable additions to the people in Ikebukuro.

He knew that Dotachin had been greatly affected by this little slip of a boy, or more like his position as the founder of Dollars…though he might or might not play a part in that when he gave him the password…

He previously had very little respect for the supposed founder of Dollars. But that may have been because all he had on the boy was his online pen-name and the few conversation that they had had over the years. There had been nothing that connected him to daily life, except for a few useful pieces of information that had been surprisingly accurate.

Though at one time he had thought about trying to train the surprisingly sharp boy but for once he hadn't been able to find much about the boy. And as such his grand master plan had crashed and burned. Though now he knew it was because the boy had been going through many channels and as such his information had been scattered all over the place, though he did wonder if it had been on purpose.

Even when he had met him outside the network for the first time, Izaya had once again been left in the dark as to who he was. He had, rather unwisely, taken him at face value. Just a close friend of one of his little chess pieces who had a surprisingly regal name. Really, using the name Dragon Emperor was just setting a child up to be bullied, though he now knew that it fit him perfectly despite first impressions.

At that time he didn't know that this slip of a boy would end up taking over such a large part of his world, or in some cases already had.

But putting that side it still did not explain why the boy was sitting in his wondrous spinny chair, going through his computer as if he did so for most of his life, and holding dear Celty's head in a surprisingly familiar position.

That had been what had greeted him when he had returned from annoying Shizu-chan and picking up his fatty tuna.

As he had previously said, or at least he thought he did, there was something attractively interesting about Mikado Ryuugamine, his wondrous little infatuation.