"Your job is simple Celty. Just take this suitcase to my office in Shinjuku, and have Namie take it and unload the cargo." The transporter took out her PDA and typed "Is that all?" Izaya Orihara glanced at it "Make sure you get it there in thirty minutes or less. And be careful it's fragile.

Namie Yagari slowly lifted the girl with wheat colored hair out of the suitcase Celty had dropped off. Namie wondered what Izaya planned to do with her, but you could never tell with him. As she put the young woman on the couch, Namie saw that there was a piece of paper in between the young woman's fingers. It read:

Namie,

Make sure (F/N)-san is put in the spare bedroom in the back of the office. I should be there before she wakes up, but if for some reason I'm not make sure to take care of her like a good little housewife

-Izaya

Namie ripped the paper furiously. Who does this guy think he is? She thought. Poor Namie, if she only knew….

Author Comments:

Woot! New chapter! Yes I know its short and suckish but I bet all of you will love the next one *wink wink nudge nudge* Depending on whether I feel like it or not I'll submit it today cuz it's already typed up
"NO IZAYA! BAD IZAYA! WE DO NOT DRUG PEOPLE WE LIKE AND PUT THEM IN SUITCASES!" was what my friend Lindsey said when she read this xD
Bye bye for now my pets! ~