Another morning of another day and still that bastard greets me with that stupid grin.
"Oh~ Nammmiieee! I hope you're in a good mood today ," said the lanky , pale informant who remained slumped in his rotatable chair. The female regarded as Namie simply rolled her eyes and asked insipidly, " What do you want? "
Next second - the informant had moved from his chair and walked over to the window facing the streets of Shinjuku.
It was daybreak and people were just now off to their jobs . The sun was extremely bright that morning , and to Namie's surprise accentuated the male's crimson eyes quite devilishly. The rays of the bright star gave his devious eyes an even more hellish glow. Ugh what is he? A demon? The "demon" felt her gaze upon his face and couldn't help but twirl around to face her and at the same time clasping both of her hands with his own. While wearing a sheepish grin, he asked , "Oh~~~ Namie were you utterly tranced by my beautiful face bathing in the glowing sunshine?" This statement evoked absolutely no emotion from the woman. In fact, she had kept a straight face, which made the informant's grin wider than ever. Attempting to make her somewhat uncomfortable, he gazed deeply into her eyes as if it held an endless vortex that would gladly suck him in.
Suddenly - " OOOWWW~~~ Namie-san must you be so rough? " yelped Izaya as he shook his left hand in pain while his right kept an even tighter grip on her hand. Namie, pestered by his persistence , bent down to take a good bite out of his other hand. Just when her teeth were about to skim his pale flesh , her head automatically shot back. " Oh my, a bit cannibalistic , are you Namie? " he asked as he pushed her body against the desk behind them. The force had slammed the brunette's head back, making her lose the energy to resist.
Despite the informant's thin figure , his strength proved formidable enough to keep the female's wrists directly above her head without letting go. All the piles of paperwork, which the informant had put off, were now scattered underneath Namie's warm, aching body. Vexation mixed with disgust had filled the brim of her eyes. Izaya, sensing her repugnance towards him, became even more enthralled. As their shadows danced off the walls , a demonic glare had returned to the male's red irises. In that moment, the woman couldn't help but daze off into another trance despite her inner being telling her to look away. The demonic aura which enveloped around Izaya's eyes had also spread onto his lips. Once those lips took on the form of a serpent's grin, Namie's chest was completely covered by Izaya's torso. Despite her cold glare, she began to feel a bit anxious as the proximity of their bodies abruptly closed in. Her glare kept a steady gaze upon his eyes. Her surroundings were shut off from her field of vision. The only light she saw came from the demon's gaze.
And then complete darkness. A soft moan escaped the lips of the brunette as Izaya thoroughly nuzzled her neck. Amused by her response, he bit down into the sensitive flesh on the nape of her neck. Hearing her quick breathing, feeling the tremors coming from her chest, and knowing her gaze lied upon him, he quickly lost his grip on her right hand and drew the curtains closed behind him.
Once he lost his grip on her hand, Namie took the opportunity to grip the back of his neck. Izaya, taking notice of her struggle to draw them closer together, grasped the hand on his neck and sent it crashing down onto the desk. Before Namie could let out a sigh of disappointment , his serpent's grin covered her frown. His grin broke once his sly tongue began to trace the brunette's frown. It took a couple of seconds of nibbling to finally open entrance to her wet cave. While their tongues had been engulfed in darkness, so were they. Their morning had at once warped into night. The only light they saw was dancing in the other's eyes.