first fic for this fandom! give a review? maybe i'll write more? plz? — this is what happens when you ship namie/izaya
She hates —
After spending her childhood entangled by the sight by the disheveled beauty in an endless solemn sleep. It almost strange that the breathlessness she experienced in her father's study had quickly turned into a stifling illness that had encased her lungs.
It's almost a subconscious movement to avoid looking at the cause of all her past pain so she never realizes it until...
He walks up behind her.
Namie doesn't have time to move before his fingers trail up the side of her neck, twisting her head to the sight. The sight upon the highest shelf of his bookcase.
It's been days, weeks, months and this is the first time she's been that long without being captivated.
It's sickens her.
She can't move. Izaya has tightened his grip, tilting her chin upwards so the recipient of her death glare is oblivously sleeping in a glass case. The force on her neck is a startling reminder that the person behind her is not a nice person.
His breath tickles the back of her neck and he whispers mockingly. "You should really study your surroundings more, Na-mie-san."
But she is his secretary and she isn't a very nice person either. Namie latches her teeth on his finger nearest to her mouth and grins mockingly when he hisses and yanks away his hand.
Namie hates that observant man.