Welcome to a story with a ton of one-shots about the pairing: IzayaxNamie. Wish I owned Durarara!, but not all dreams come true :') Enjoy~
Namie Yagiri looked over to her employer spinning around in his chair. He was laughing uncontrollably at something that happened on his computer screen.
"Will you shut the hell up, Izaya," Namie growled, annoyed. She had stayed past normal work hours to finish the pile of work the idiot refused to do.
"Ah, Namie-chan, don't be like that," Izaya said in his not-so-cute-but-trying-to-be-cute voice. With that, the man continued laughing his ass off.
The young secretary rubbed her head. Suddenly, she slammed her hands on her desk, grabbed the closest book to her, and threw it at him.
Hit him right between the eyes.
"AHHHHH NAMIE-CHAN!" Izaya screeched, placing one of his hands above his nose. "That really hurt!"
Namie continued filing papers. "Serves you right, asshole."
Izaya stopped rubbing his face, stood up, and began prancing over to the raven-haired woman like a deer. He placed his elbows on her shoulders and his head on hers, looking at the work she's doing.
"Wow, that looks BORING."
"Get the hell off me or I'm leaving you to do this while I go home."
"You can't."
"Yes I can, this is not my work anyways."
"No, I mean you can't go home."
"… What…"
Namie turned around in her chair to face Izaya's smirking face. Oh, how she wished she could slap the grin off of his idiotic face.
The information broker began laughing again. "I mean, ha, you can't go back to your flat."
The scientist wasn't amused. "What. Did. You. Do."
"I sold it~"
Namie was silent for a few seconds.
Next thing you know, Izaya was knocked to the ground with a punch. Namie stood up, eyes looking down with anger and disgust.
"Tell me why the hell you would do that before I squish your face like a flea," the secretary's voice seethed through her teeth like venom.
"Ahaha, using the same words as Shizu-chan, now, eh?" Izaya said, amused. He still wore the cocky smirk, despite being in the victim's position.
Namie began digging her heel into the man's face. "Answer me, bastard."
Suddenly, Izaya's hand was wrapped around her ankle, knocking her down. Izaya quickly moved on top of the older woman, all with the same grin.
"Namie-chan, you know better than to underestimate me~" he taunted.
The scientist began to struggle underneath him, but did not succeed in escaping.
"Aww, my Namie-chan is so cute when she's mad~"
"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU SICK FREAK! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS TO THE FUCKING MOON!"
Namie was shouting all sorts of profanity insults at the male on top of her while he simply laughed like it was all some silly joke.
"Now now, Namie-chan, don't go saying stuff like that," Izaya said, happily. "A beautiful woman like you should pay attention to the things you say~"
Angry eyes looked up at taunting ones. She was prepared to stab him with the closest sharp object to her if he didn't explain himself.
"My, if you would really like to know," he began. "I was concerned about you travelling all the way to your flat at night, so I had some people empty your place and move them all here!"
Namie was disgusted. "You want me to live with you?"
"Yep~"
Izaya hopped off of his secretary, lifted her to her feet, and pranced to the door just as it rang.
Namie looked over at the door, hearing the idiot converse with someone else.
"Alright, thank you, bye bye!" Izaya said, slamming the door shut. Suddenly, there were boxes filling up the place.
The information broker's eyes beamed at the woman's.
"It's all here! Well, besides your furniture and stuff."
A slap echoed throughout the apartment as Namie carried her boxes to the spare room.
Thump
Brown eyes peeked open, cautious about the sound heard downstairs.
2:56 a.m.? A burglar?
Namie quietly slip her legs to the side of the bed and got up. Barefoot and in a short nightdress, she grabbed her scalpel and made her way out her room.
Completely dark?
She tiptoed down the stairs, keeping her ears and eyes alert.
"Whatcha doin?"
The scientist jumped and swung around, slicing the skin of her employer with her blade.
"OWIE! NAMIE-CHAN!"
Namie's eyes found a screaming Izaya, now running around the apartment like a fool.
Slightly annoyed, the secretary placed the scalpel down and grabbed a first aid kit.
"Was it you who made that noise earlier?"
Izaya stopped running and immediately plopped on the couch next to Namie to get his wound treated.
"… Yeah…"
Namie snapped. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING DOWN HERE AT 2:56 IN THE MORNING? YOU WOKE ME UP, BASTARD."
"Now now, Namie-chan, what did we say about language?"
The raven-haired woman suddenly dug her finger into Izaya's wound, causing more bleeding and pain.
"AAAACK NAMIEEEEE!" Izaya probably woke up the neighbors.
Namie simply smirked and continued disinfecting and wrapping up the wound.
The information broker soon calmed down and glared at his employee.
"That wasn't necessary, Namie-chan."
"Yes it was, asshole."
"No, it wasn't."
"Yes it was."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
Namie groaned.
"I don't want to play your silly games right now, Orihara."
"Aw, back to last name basis, Namie-chan?"
The secretary finished wrapping up the wound and looked up into the eyes of the man sitting next to her.
"You're a fucking idiot."
Izaya smirked. "I very attractive idiot, no?"
Slap
"Owie, Namie-chan!" Izaya complained. "You made my arm hurt again!"
"I slapped your fucking face, not your arm!"
"Now I need you to kiss it better!"
"WHAT?"
The idiot gave his roommate his best puppy dog eyes.
"Pleaaaase~"
Namie groaned and lightly kissed his arm. She quickly stood up and stomped to her room upstairs, slamming the door shut.
Izaya laughed with satisfaction, happy he was able to see the cute blush on her face before she ran off.
"Namie-chan, Namie-chan!"
The scientist reluctantly walked over to the desk of the information broker with her hand on her hip.
"Namie-chan, you know you're my favorite secretary, right~"
"I'm your only secretary-"
"So I know you'd love to go pick this up for me, right~"
"No I don't want-"
"Perfect!"
Izaya shoved a paper in his secretary's hand and shoved her out the door, slamming it shut.
Namie groaned and looked at the paper in her hand.
The address says the package is all the way across the city. ACROSS THIS DAMN CITY?
The scientist groaned and she began walking to the destination.
Namie unlocked the door to the apartment and walked in. She threw the package on Izaya's desk, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Where the fuck could he be at 10 pm…" she muttered under her breath.
She shrugged, grabbed a book, and sat down on the couch.
At least she has peace and quiet now. Maybe Shizuo finally killed him. Or maybe he got run over by Celty's motorcycle. Either way would be a win situation for her. Soon, the woman was fast asleep.
At 1 am, the door unlocked and Izaya walked in. He saw his favorite secretary sleeping soundly on the couch, book in hand. The man smirked and quietly walked over to her, picked her up, and carried her to his bedroom.
"You can sleep with me, tonight, Namie-chan~"
Namie couldn't remember if it was a dream or reality. All she remembered was Izaya picking her up, laying her in the covers, and kissing her goodnight.
She soon figured out it was reality when she awoke the next morning, face-to-face with the infamous Izaya Orihara.
"Good morning, princess~"
The "princess" froze with shock, and then slapped him hard across the face.
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN MY BED?"
"Your bed?" Izaya asked with a laugh. "You're in my bed, Namie-chan~"
Namie immediately sat up and found herself in an unfamiliar room.
Shit.
She jumped out of the bed, nearly fell over, and ran to her own room.
Izaya heard a slam from the room next-door and sighed.
"Humans really are interesting."
Welp. This is really short, but stay tuned, I'll try to think of better ideas for following chapters. Not all chapters will be like this. Most will have a distinct, long plot to them, and I have a few in mind already. Please follow, and I do love reviews.