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"Tama~ what's taking you so long?"
She paused her movements, the small vile of liquid hidden in her enclosed palm. With a look of annoyance she glanced over her shoulder, meeting gazes with Izaya.
"I literally just started Izaya; I'm sure even you can wait for thirty seconds…" When she turned back to the cocktails, she acted quickly, pouring a good amount of the liquid into the drink on her right side. Her heartbeat was erratic; she was so close to completing her mission.
In a fluid movement she slid the vile back into the hidden pocket on her sleeve, during the motion of reaching for both drinks.
"Tamaka…"
Her muscles tensed as Izaya's breath rolled down the back of her neck. A firm hand landed on her waist. "Did you really think that I wouldn't notice?" The playful tone was sharp, causing Tamaka's heart to ache. Izaya almost sounded…. Disappointed
Just his one hand was able to force her waist to twist, forcing her to face him. And of course he expressed nothing but amusement; Tamaka shouldn't have expected anything different.
She flinched as Izaya's finger traced her jaw line, his lips twitched; "I have to admit, I'm impressed by your stupidity; poisoning my drink while I'm in the same room."
Tamaka tried to inch away, but Izaya had her firmly pressed against the counter. His grip on her waist tightened. "That's why you were always my favorite; you do the silliest things, Tama-chan!"
Tamaka had prepared to meet his wrath; she knew her heart was going to break, and even after preparing herself she found it hard to stay still, to keep a strong face. Without her consent, her eyes watered.
For the briefest moment, he paused. His pupils watched the lone bead of water roll down her cheek and cling to her chin. Very noticeably, his expression grew stern. His fingers curled around the drink in [Name's] left hand, and yanked it into his own grasp.
"What are you waiting for?" [Name] stiffened a sob, "drink up m'dear~"
[Name] didn't know why her stomach clenched at his command; this was her plan, wasn't it?
She was always going to dispose of Izaya Orihara, and herself if that's what it takes…
Her mind blanked as Izaya's fingers dug into her flesh; she could read no emotion on him as he leaned close, lips brushing her ear. "Drink it," and she did. And suddenly nothing mattered. [Name] didn't try to hide her sorrow and disgust with herself as she watched Izaya form a smirk, and take a sip of the drink she had poured for herself-the one without the mystery vile. The slightest relief lifted off of her shoulders.
It was over; everything was over.
Izaya's eyes narrowed into a glare, features twisting as his balance grew unsteady. "Wh… What the hell did you do?!" Tamaka took a step out of his reach, just as he lunged forward. She tried to smile.
"The liquid you just caught me pouring was an antidote of sorts; it slows down the poison by roughly a half hour." Tamaka had not expected to see Izaya smirk; not after he had lost.
Anger, fury, grief perhaps, but not amusement
"And the poison isn't going to kill you; it just messes with your brain. It wipes all of your long-term memories," she sucked in a shaky breath, "you won't even remember yourself. It supposedly hurts like hell, too."
Suddenly, with a strength Tamaka didn't think capable, Izaya pulled her down to the floor with him, bringing her body underneath his. Her stomach flipped as his face hovered above hers; she desperately felt the need to kiss him. Instead she felt his hands on her wrists, pinning them above her head. "You spiked the entire bottle," his words were lighter than normal, as was his laugh. She could feel his grip weakening.
In her ear he whispered "this is why you're my favorite…"