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Snow Izaya Orihara
7 p.m. It started snowing in Tokyo, Japan.
Not a lot, just a few snowflakes swaying in the wind. Slowly turning the city white, shopkeepers getting ready for Christmas, lights turned on everywhere.
Ikebukuro was beautiful.
Dazzling enough to make even Orihara Izaya, the infamous information broker, look up.
Shivering slightly he snuggled back into his trademark coat. Happy it was so warm and furry. Thinking back to last summer, it had been exceptionally warm and back then he started doubting if he wasn't crazy wearing a winter coat in full summer. Almost melting under the burning sun.
But now, he adored it.
His trademark coat.
Black. Long. Furry. Not to mention, Warm.
He loved it.
There was no Ikebukuronese who didn't know who he was. Even if they weren't able to see his face between al the fur.
The coat was a sign for them.
To keep away if they didn't want trouble.
Because everywhere the information broker goes, it surely will be lively.