Clank-clank!

The sound of tea cup platters hitting a wooden coffee table bounced off the walls of his office. He took the liberty of setting up his kind offering himself instead of pushing it onto an irritable assistant of his. The wicked smirk on his face made said assistant sick to her stomach. He had been acting strange since he got off that god forsaken computer of his and, since then, never lost the excited, curious but ever so malicious intent in his eyes. She too was curious, not about him so much as his sudden happiness, but knew better than to question Izaya Orihara's intentions and get dragged into something. Her job was filing papers and taking his phone calls; that was as close as she would attempt to get. Even so, her bluntness got the better of her.

"You are such a freak, Orihara." she murmured, digging her nose deeper into the thick book in her hands. A chuckle erupted from the throat of the raven-haired informant as he dropped onto his couch with the smile of a giddy five year old.

"Your words wound me so Namie!" Izaya laughed out, watching the puffs of hot air radiating from the two cups he had set down. "I'm only trying to make sure that my guest will be comfortable."

"Who is this 'guest' anyway?" Namie finally looked up from her story, quirking a brow at the excitement that was so obviously painted on her boss's face. "How important could they be that you cancelled all appointments for today?"

He didn't answer, his gaze dropping onto his front door. Izaya stood and calmly walked over, taking a quick glance into the peephole and seeing exactly what he wanted to see: A girl. A fairly short one for being around twenty one or twenty two, standing only maybe three or four inches below himself. She was looking down at her phone, her finger wavering over the call button but with a sigh she flipped it closed and pocketed it. She turned back towards his door, eyes closed, and took a deep breath. She was nervous, he could tell and grinned in amusement. Just as her hand was reaching up to knock gently he pulled the door open, smiling down at her and stepping aside.

"Welcome Misa-chan." The look on her face almost made him laugh.

"My name is Yukiko, not Misa-chan." She stated bluntly, slipping inside and offering a nod to Namie who only glanced at her for a second, studying her from a distance before returning to her book.

Izaya finally got a good look at her. His assumptions were correct, she was at the tallest 5'7, her skin was very pale and her hair was roughly waist length, an ebony shade matching the silver ring with an onyx stone on her right hand's middle finger. Comparing her to Namie, he could easily say that his assistant had a better body. The young looking adult in front of him had large hazel eyes lined thickly with black eye liner, a heart-shaped face and plump pink lips. Her shoulders were thin, her hips not too wide. All in all he couldn't believe that this girl in front of him was actually close to his age, she looked like the girls he used to toy around with back in high school.

"Well Yuki-chan, come sit with me so we can talk." He suggested, one hand falling on her shoulder while the other gestured over to his sofa.

She eyed him suspiciously but nodded, allowing him to lead her over and accepting the cup he offered. With a murmured 'thank you' she took a small sip, then stared at him as he enjoyed his warm drink. The look in her eyes told him that she was growing impatient. A short laugh escaped his lips.

"Orihara-san—"

"Now, now Yuki-chan, call me Izaya." She flinched at the nickname, and noticed him smirk when she did, but decided not to let her anger get the better of her.

"Fine, Izaya," Yukiko began, taking another drink from her cup before setting it down. "I believe you know what I came here for."

"Ah yes," He stood from his seat and walked over to his computer, picking up a manila folder and heading back to his guest. "This is what you need right? Information on this…" He set his cup down before plopping down beside her. "You know, information doesn't come cheap around here."

"Name your price, I have money." Izaya gave a dark chuckle, the grin on his lips sending a cold jolt down her spine.

"Yuki-chan, Yuki-chan. After our friendship for the past few weeks do you really think I'm going to charge you?" She was caught off guard and couldn't help but tilt her head sideways in her confusion, completely ignoring the fact that he talked about their so called 'friendship'. With a sly grin, he continued. "How about a little trade? You do something for me, I do something for you."

Yukiko scooted away from him, she hated the feeling he was coursing through her. She felt so unsafe. 'I should have called them to come with me, this guy is creepy.' She thought to herself, swallowing with difficulty as she stared at the file in his hands. There was a strange look in his eyes, almost as if he was seeing right through her, as if he was going into her mind and predicting her next move. For a moment, she was mute. She couldn't find the words to say, she couldn't force them out. They were clogged in the caverns of her throat, choking her with every second she couldn't speak. Her mouth stayed open though as she struggled to get her words out but she was cut off when she noticed that the body of the informant in front of her was shaking.

"A-Are you okay?" she couldn't help but ask, reaching out to touch his shoulder when he suddenly threw his head back in a fit of pure laughter. Once again, confusion over took her but it soon turned to anger. "What is your problem?" Rising from her seat and glaring daggers at the man before her, all the previous fear melted away. "Look, what do you what from me?"

Izaya finally calmed down and tilted his head upwards to meet Yukiko's gaze. The amusement shining in his eyes made her all the more infuriated.

"Calm down Yuki-chan! I never knew you got angry so easily." He said, chuckling to himself as she took a seat once more, her narrowed gaze never leaving him. "Information for information."

"What are you talking about? What kind of information could I have that you don't? You are an informant, right? You are supposed to know everything."

Her arms crossed over her chest. Yukiko's defensive response peaked Izaya's curiosity even more, the corners of his lips tugged upwards. He reached out and grabbed her right hand, running his thumb over the ring on her middle finger. She quickly snatched it away, controlling her urge to take the switch blade hidden within her jacket sleeve out and stab the raven haired informant repeatedly.

"Tell me a little more about Shadow Rush."