A/N - Based on a headcanon I had in mind. Will type smthng about it someday, when my mind thinks it up.
Please excuse any typos.
Hope you have a nice ride!
" What's this, Orihara? Some kind of joke? "
The day was perfect. Izaya had left not much work for his secretary, named Namie Yairi, and he was gone on his daily city walks earlier than usual. Which meant that she will go home earlier, read that book she've bought and not worry about that pcyhopath coming home soon. Wrong.
A few hours after she woke up, the apartment door would open. The woman was sitting onto his chair, fingers tapping in lightning speed on the keyboard. She didn't bother to look up, just mumbled some greeting under her nose. Even so, she noticed that his steps were slower. Maybe that monster finally hit him with something and he will die soon. She was just opening her mouth to ask the question, -
' Mew. '
All the hair onto her body rose as she heard that sound. She knew it. It gave her chills to the bones when she heard that as a child. Slowly rising her gaze from the computer screen, only to see a grinning Izaya Orihara with something black in his arms. The thing's yellow eyes were staring with an innocent light right toward her very soul. It's tail was slightly twitching, showing the littlest sign of interest toward her. It felt like it was a panther, ready to cut her throat. Blinking slowly, calming her nerves, her gaze would snap from the kitten, toward the person who was carrying the small feline.
" Izaya. "
" Huh? What, you don't like it? "
" Where did you get this thing? "
The raven gasped at this point.
" It's not a thing! It haves a name! "
" Oh, is that so? And the name is? "
" .. Chucky "
" Not that you are cuckoo, but you name cats after horror movies. "
The raven visibly pouted at that, and even so, the expression was wiped away by one of his signature grins. Coming closer to the woman, he would lift the black kitten toward her face. Namie would push herself deeper into the chair as the feline was bought in front of her face. Fighting back a gulp, the ex-medic would look up to the grinning devil himself. Rising a shaky eyebrow, Namie would dare to speak.
" What do you want me to do with it? "
The raven would let out sharp laugh, bringing back the cat to himself. The poor creature would let a quiet 'mewrph' as the information broker started spinning himself around, bouncing on his feet. The man's secretary would rise both of her brows, index finger tapping onto the chair. Of course, Izaya knew about her passionate hate and strange scardiness about cats. She hated them, because they reminded her of him in every single level. They were cold, calculating, mysterious. Even his momevents managed to get the cat's elegance sometimes. Namie looked much like a cat, but she woudn't admit it. That would mean she was just like Izaya. Of course he would dissapear earlier. He loved to tease and hit her nerve with such things.
.. Or he was trying to take revenge after the Dog Accident.
" I thought you wanted some more.. Normal company. "
And before she could say a thing, he left the cat onto the wooden floor, turning around. Once the devil left the apartment, two specific creatures exchanged hate-filled glances.
Izaya didn't except what will happen once he got home. His job took more than usual, and he was almost hit by a bench in the park. He didn't except for his apartment to be in complete chaos when he got home. All the books on his shelves were down, the couch's back was ripped, coffee table was turned around. There were claw-marks onto the walls behind his desk. And most importantly, he didn't except Namie to grab his sleeve and hide behind him.
" Izaya, help me! "
Turning himself around to get a clear view of the dark-haired woman, the devil would let a chuckle, rising an eyebrow. Her hair was a complete mess. The lab coat was torn at the back and end. Them pretty, dark eyes were open wide awake. And, was that a scratch on her forehead?
" You need to get this thing out of here. It's getting berserk. "
" Oh, the kitten? "
" It's not a kitten. It's a demon. "
The woman would ramble off, and even so, the information broker wasn't listening to her anymore. Looking around, the woman would follow his every step, gripping his sleeve. He didn't even had time to take off his coat. Moving toward the open kitchen door first, he would notice a lonely, dark shape sitting right in front of the door. It's wide, yellow eyes would sharply focus onto Izaya. Tail-tip twitching, the kitten would get onto it's feet, brushing against the devil's leg. The man would lift an eyebrow, hugging the black feline. He could feel Namie tensing behind him, gripping his hand even harder as the feline was inches away from her.
" Chucky seems just fine to m- "
" Get it out! "
The raven would let a chuckle, moving away from the hysterical woman. Once he left the apartment, he would rise the kitten, pressing it against his forehead. A grin forming onto his lips, the crimson eyes would shine. The black feline would let a purr, nuzzling the devil's forehead.
" We will get you a good home, Chucky. "
Ten minutes later, Izaya knocked on a familiar wooden door. As no one responded to him, he decided to yell, possibly getting an answer now.
" Shinra~, I have a gift for you! "
(c) Darkie Shadower 31/07/2016