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He lied to her. If she were anyone else, she would have thought that was only natural. After all, this was Izaya they were talking about. But Namie knew for a fact that Izaya did not lie. He may withhold information or twist the truth a little bit, but Izaya never lied.
Today was different. For whatever reason, Izaya had lied to Namie and she wanted to know why. If he was lying, then that meant Izaya really didn't want her to know something. But why would he lie about where he was going?
'What is Izaya trying to hide?' Namie thought as she went about brooding while cooking Izaya's dinner.
Before Namie knew what was happening, her eyes were covered and an arm was wrapped around her waist. Namie was quickly pulled out of the kitchen. She gasped in surprise and started to yell only to have a hand put over her mouth and someone telling her to be quiet in a whisper.
As soon as she heard the voice, she realized who it was and calmed down considerably. She almost relaxed in Izaya's hold, but she was still suspicious. Why did he need to cover her eyes?
He kept on pulling her and soon they were out the door.
"Where are you taking me," Namie demanded and soon they were out of the apartment building as well.
"Relax, Namie," Izaya said and Namie could hear the smirk in his voice, "We're going somewhere fun."
Namie sighed and reached for the hand that was blocking her vision, "Can you at least move your hand so I can see."
Izaya just chuckled in response and Namie knew that meant no.
"What if I fall or trip?" she pleaded with him.
Izaya kissed the back of her head and said in a rare gentle tone, "Don't worry, I got you."
Namie could feel the cold outside air as Izaya continued to guide her to an unknown place and his breath came down on her neck in a soothing warmth. She liked the way it felt, but tried to ignore it. There was no way that she would think about Izaya like that.
Izaya tightened his hold around he waist and put his lips close to Namie's ear, "We're almost there."
His lips tickled her ear and Namie shivered softly, "Are you going to tell me where we are headed, yet?" Namie's voice comes out in a slight quiver.
Namie felt the smile forming on his lips as he responded, "You'll know soon enough, don't be so impatient, Namie."
Namie could tell they had just entered a building with the sudden warmth that surrounded her. Izaya removed his hand from her eyes and waist. It took her a minute for her eyes to adjust to the sudden attack of light. When they did, Namie let out a gasp.
In the room, there were red rose petals spread all across the floor of the elegant room and in the middle of them was a table with a white table cloth and fancy silverware on it. Namie walked over to the table with Izaya in tow.
"Izaya, it's beautiful!" Namie said in a shocked whisper.
Izaya pulled a chair out for her with a smile and asked, "So, does that mean you like it?"
Smiling back at him, Namie sat down on the chair and watched as Izaya sat on the other side of the small table, "Of course, it's very nice."
Namie looked back at the table and noticed the food. On the table was a juicy looking steak and… a milkshake? Namie looked up at Izaya, confused.
"I thought you didn't like ice cream, or anything sweet for that matter."
Izaya took a spoonful of the milkshake and held it out to Namie, "No, but you do," he said gently.
Namie blushed slightly and slowly opened her mouth so Izaya could put the spoon into it. Izaya laughed took her hand into his.
"Happy Birthday, Namie," and Izaya pressed his soft lips against her hand.
Yeah, yeah. I know Namie's birthday isn't until the 21st, but I just felt like writhing this thing now. Also this story kind of wrote itself at the end and decided that's how it wanted to be, but you know. I hope you enjoyed this story and please read and review!