Pissing off Izaya was something he deserved, but Namie really had overdone it with her last prank. After his threat the night before, Namie found it hard to do anything but worry about the possible outcomes of her action. She now had one of the most dangerous men in the city particularly out to get her. And she doubted spiders would save her now. The first thing Izaya had done that morning was purchase several cans of the most expensive bug spray he could find. And he now walked everywhere armed with a can in the unlikely event of a second attack from Namie.

She figured the only way to save herself was to apologize and throw herself at his mercy, but she had too much pride to do that. His evil grin at knowing that he had won was just too much for her to bear.

The only good that had come out of this was that he had kept his word with the promises he made. A box of chocolates was left beside Namie's bed before she woke up, and to her surprise they were all coconut - her favorite. Izaya had also removed the paper he stuck on the fridge listing all the errands and shopping she would have to do that day.

But what could his threat have meant? He was going to find her weakness, and then make her suffer. The first thought that came to her head was her brother, Seiji. Izaya was already well aware of her love for Seiji, and could easily to something to harm him. She doubted he would understand the meaning of boundaries either.

What else could he do? He always carried around a little knife with him, and she knew he was a good fighter. Would he actually go as far as physical harm.

"Namie-chaaaan~" Izaya called. Namie gulped. This would probably be the first time he talked to her this day. This was probably when he would tell her that her brother had died in some "unexpected" accident, or that he was going to give her twice as much paperwork as before.

Namie stepped into the kitchen apprehensively. Izaya turned when he heard her footsteps, flashing her a suspiciously cheerful smile. "Namie-chan! I haven't seen you all day!"

She gave him a small, unenthusiastic smile, waiting for the catch.

"I figured I was being too hard on you and all, since it drove you to such shocking lengths in getting revenge."

She fidgeted nervously.

"I suppose I always overwork you, so today I bought all the groceries, and cooked for the two of us."

Namie stared at him blankly.

"Well, aren't you going to eat?" he said dejectedly.

"What? Oh, yeah, sure." She turned to the table for the first time, then gasped, horrified.

"They had a special deal on carrots," Izaya grinned devilishly.

"H-how did you find out?"

"I did my research," Izaya grinned lazily, obviously pleased with his success. "Well, Namie. We have carrot sticks and ranch for appetizers, carrot vegetable broth, and some good old steamed carrots for the main course, and these lovely carrot cakes I could for dessert."

Namie kept staring at him in shock.

"You must be hungry from working all day, Namie-chan. Aren't you going to eat?"

As if she suddenly remembered where she was, Namie immediately straightened up her composure. "Yes, I suppose so. I'm not sure what you're trying to pull with this carrot prank, but whatever it is, I believe you are misinformed."

"Misinformed?" grinned Izaya, "So it's not true that you good food poisoning after eating some odd type of carrot pie, and got one of the most extreme cases of taste aversion in history?"

"How did you-? I mean, no. I can eat carrots easily." She struggled to make herself look convincing.

"Such an extreme case, that even hearing the word 'carrot' makes you start to feel sick?" Izaya continued.

Namie acted as though she was preoccupied with setting the table.

Izaya chuckled. "Why won't you look into my eyes?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Namie protested, lying terribly. Her face was turning slightly pink.

"Ah, my mistake then. Well eat up. We shouldn't let this food I cooked go to waste."

"R-right," stammered Namie. She took a seat at the table.

"Looks delish, doesn't it?" grinned Izaya, studying the expression on her face. She seemed to be looking anywhere but the food in front of her.

"If you like it so much, just eat it," glared Namie.

"Good idea, I think I will." Izaya took a carrot stick and bit, crunching it as loudly as possible.

Namie shuddered slightly, staring at Izaya as if transfixed.

Izaya then filled up bowls of soup for both Namie and himself. "Best eat it before it gets cold," he smirked, before gulping it down. He looked up to see Namie staring bleakly at her food. "What's the matter? Not hungry?" He asked innocently.

"I-I have a stomachache."

"Tsk, tsk. Namie that excuse is far too old. I was expecting a better response from you."

"I'm not making it up," Namie glared.

Izaya chuckled. She was really getting worked up about it, which made it more than obvious she was anxious about something, likely the food in front of her. Her face was flushing a slight pink. He pondered over whether it was from the heaps of carrot-based foods in front of her. Or maybe the fact that he had figured out the secret she had guarded so well.

"What are you staring at?" Namie muttered, slightly embarrassed by the victorious grin he was shooting at her and the way his eyes were scanning over her face. She knew it was pointless to continue denying her hatred of carrots, but she didn't know what else to do.

"I'm a bit worried that you're not eating. Could it be that I overwork you too much. You know you can always be honest when complaining about me."

She gulped. "N-no! I don't mind at all,"

"Really? I think it'd be best if I started cooking from now on."

"I really-"

"Now, now," Izaya grinned wickedly, putting a finger to Namie's lips. "Why don't you at least try something, so you don't get hungry."

That was the last straw. Namie shoved Izaya's hand away from her face as she stormed away. Izaya watched her gleefully; there was nothing more hilarious that an angry Namie. She rummaged through the fridge, only to find that he had replaced everything she bought with stacks and stacks of carrots. The entire fridge seemed to have turned orange. Izaya would go that far.

She searched through the pantry, brushing aside various magazines Izaya had decided to store in the pantry for some reason, until she found one last box of cereal. "I suppose you threw out everything." She muttered.

Izaya shrugged innocently, "I believe they were all close to their expiration date."

She grabbed a bowl and slammed it down on the table, almost violently. She then shook the box of cereal as furiously as she could, knocking stray pieces of cereal around the table. Izaya watched, amused.

Namie opened the fridge again, then went silent. "You threw out the milk too, didn't you?"

Izaya giggled, "I think that was close to the expiration date as well."

"I bought it two days ago," glared Namie.

"Aww, Namie-chan, have a carrot. The lack of vitamins in your system are probably making you more irritable."

Namie picked up her plate and threw it at him, which he dodged with ease.

"Oh no, it's scary Namie," whimpered Izaya, hiding behind his chair in mock fear again. "Also that plate was mine. You probably have to pay for anoth-"

Another bowl came whirling at him, and Izaya figured it would be safest to leave Namie alone to her rage.

Namie was left to eat plain cereal from the box, as she had broken most of the dishes. "This isn't over yet, Izaya," she hissed to herself.