She found herself dreaming of a never-ending sea of blood.
Was this blood hers?
Or was it theirs?
She wanted to sleep for a while, but of course something or should she say someone always got in her way.
The right side of her body was warm when she finally found the urge to wake up. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes she noticed that her pillow was way too warm to be your average pillow.
Revelation struck her when she realized this wasn't the couch nor was this her apartment. She turned her head slightly to be met with Izaya's sleeping face.
He looked innocent and young breathing gently in and out. Up close he wasn't a bad looking man; it was his personality that made him twisted.
She hesitated a little a little cautious to be touching him, but it was rare for him to be sleeping in like this.
So many thoughts were running through her head, but they didn't make any sense. She remembered drinking the alcohol and then falling asleep for a moment when she had heard Izaya's name she automatically escaped the restaurant.
Too bad that she didn't get to eat anything though, but then again she wasn't hungry at the moment.
She remembered walking out of the restaurant when she met a familiar face of one of her sisters.
They had that smile when they looked ready to try an experiment on her. She had remembered them attempting to drown her, but of course that wasn't very successful either.
When she displayed her odd behavior towards everyone around her, they began to leave her alone where she was given all the freedom she wanted.
"Are you really human?" Yumi had asked her.
Everything she had done seem to always be questioned by her family.
Here was a man who didn't want to change her. Strange to think she'd always had the urge to run and hide from this man.
It was etched into her mind since she was in high school.
"Never get involved with Izaya Orihara."
Lifting a hand she lightly brushed his cheek expecting him to wake up but he kept on sleeping.
She would have gotten up if it weren't for the arm he had around her waist.
He moved his arm startling her as he hugged her to his chest.
What kind of situation did she get herself into? Shit, this was pissing her off, her face was burning but she couldn't understand the origin of it.
She moved her face closer to his neck before darkly murmuring. "Let go bastard."
She opened her mouth placing it against his neck before biting hard into the soft skin.
Izaya woke up immediately "Ow, ow, ow there's this thing humans call common courtesy."
She gave him a cold stare before pushing him away. "There's also this thing humans call sexual harassment."
She got up taking the covers off her. She really felt there was something different about him, but she couldn't pinpoint the reason.
Satomi was heading for the door when he took hold of her wrist. Izaya said in an easygoing tone. "Where do you think you're going?"
She gave him a neutral expression. "My apartment."
"Looking like that?" He indicated to her outfit with a nod of his head. His reddish brown eyes were full of mischief and that cunning infuriating smile.
She looked down realizing with a start.
The large shirt only went down mid thigh leaving her pale legs exposed.
There was a dark cloud over her as she wrapped her hands around his neck to strangle him.
"Why the hell am I wearing your shirt."
From the tone of her voice she didn't seem surprised but he knew she was in truth very startled at the arrangement. It didn't help either that he was teasing her.
"Your clothes were wet so I took you back here. You never keep any clothes here so I got you one of my shirts to wear."
She was unconvinced. "You didn't…"
He blinked feigning innocence. "Change your clothes for you well of course I did. Who else was there?"
She gave him a hard stare as if that would give her answers. "You're lying."
"Haha, how would you know? I could easily have had my way with you."
"That's impossible," She rejected his suggestion. "You have no interest in a person individually. There is no reason for you to go to such lengths."
"I beg to differ. I can get quite a bit of data from you. You're a strange specimen of human. Are you sure you're not suicidal?"
She blinked unable to comprehend his question. "I don't think so."
"That's not what it looked like to me."
"It's none of your business."
"Oh but it is, no matter what you believe we share a connection."
She couldn't deny that fact. Because she knew all too well bonds could be broken. That's why she was always the one to cut them.
He smiled cheekily before ducking wrapping his arms around her thighs lifting her off the ground. She was rather light for a normal human being.
Her mismatched eyes widened in alarm at how easily this man carried her. She didn't think she was that light…
"You have a hangover right?"
She didn't respond merely matching his gaze with her own. Her grip loosened from his neck, but she still had a hold on it.
"Your eyes are telling me you want me to let go." Izaya commented "But I won't comply."
It was weird only wearing his long t-shirt and her undergarments with him carrying her that it was making her blush.
Her head was pounding from her hangover. She softly groaned into his neck. "Don't feel good."
"Told you so," He sighed chuckling.
Namie had just walked into the apartment to find those two in a compromising situation. To find Izaya happily teasing the girl in his arms was a first for Namie. She'd always thought that controlling human lives would be the only way to get him to smile in any shape or form.
Satomi seemed to be much closer to that bastard than she had led Namie to believe.
"Your question," She mumbled "What do you want to know."
Izaya pretended to think it over. "Well there's the fact I found you hanging yourself in that wet weather. And there's the fact it seems you have killed more than just your brother."
"In exchange, you will play a game with me."
He didn't like her method of making him play games. They were all games of chance in which he couldn't always win. That did not go well with him.
So he tried to work around her rule. "Aren't we already playing a game? After all seeing who falls first can also be considered a game."
She didn't lift her face from his shoulder, but she mumbled "You're playing dirty."
Because she knew that he wouldn't give up she answered "I'm not suicidal just to make things clear. I can't say the same for you though."
"What was that?" Izaya asked
She turned her head. "Nothing."
Namie ignored the two of them leaving them to their own devices, by leaving for a while. The pink feeling she was getting from the two was giving her goose bumps especially since Satomi's partner was that bastard.
With the door slamming shut, Satomi tried pushing him away. "Put me down." She said robotically.
Izaya being childish said, "Not a chance, it's not every day I get to reveal your vulnerable sides."
Her cheeks redden slightly as she struggled to look him in the eye. Meeting his eyes with her mismatched irises clear and distinct she repeated.
"Put me down…" Cheeks burning she struggled to continue.
"… please." She muttered quietly trying to avert his gaze. This was embarrassing her more than it should normally.
Blinking, not expecting her to ask so nicely he was taken aback. She didn't seem to notice that she was blushing pink. She tried to ignore the smirk that appeared on his face at watching her embarrassment.
Izaya wasn't prepared for her cute attack of hers and kissed the tip of her nose without thinking.
"You're still a teenager at heart huh. How cute."
"I don't want to hear that from you." She grudgingly muttered pouting a little.
"Hai, hai" Izaya answered
Finally he put her down, but she still kept her grip on his arm. Her sense of balance went into whack whenever she drank alcohol.
"Come on, you need to eat." He urged, "This is why I don't drink."
"Usually I have a better tolerance, it's just not so great if I'm tired." She reassured.
"Good to know for next time."
Satomi was inwardly groaning. Why did she have to show weakness in front of him? Why hadn't she left yet? Normally it wouldn't have mattered what she was wearing in front of anyone, but it was always different with this man.
Why?
Why did it have to be him?
Sitting on the couch she was suspicious of what he would give her to eat. "It's not that black alien looking thing again is it?" She asked worried.
Izaya merely smiled "No…"
She couldn't bring herself to believe him. She exhaled slowly "Let me see it."
He revealed his creation.
True to his word it wasn't black.
Instead it was a fucking alien green.
"You're definitely trying to kill me." She nodded at the green thing on the plate. She poked it a little with her chopsticks. "Did it just move?"
Izaya laughed at her reaction. "I'm kidding, I won't force you to eat it."
She blinked in acute relief. Sure she was tolerant of poisons, but this was ridiculous. How does one even cook something to the point that it looks like toxic waste?
"Your cooking would bring a grown man to his knees." She commented bluntly.
"I have many talents in that area." Izaya had to agree.
She gave that cold stare as she slowly warned him. "Stay. Out. Of. The. Bloody. Kitchen."
"You sounded just like a typical British chap." He merely smirked leaving the situation at an impasse. "Then you'll cook for me every day?"
She nodded not really aware of the connection she had just deepened with him. "I'm not eating this shit. As long as you don't cook in any shape or form."
"… Shit." She realized too late at her mistake.
It was really easy to manipulate her decisions when it came to keeping her next to him.
Izaya presented a different meal in which he had Hisoné prepare instead.
"Hisoné came by to give you food knowing you'd be hungry when you woke up."
"Lovely" Satomi muttered not buying his act.
Exhaling slowly she picked up her chopsticks and picked up a bit of the meal plopping the piece into her mouth.
Chewing slowly making sure there were no weird tracking devices in her food; she was relieved that she couldn't taste any signs of metal.
Izaya liked watching her eat; rather it was interesting. Even though she expressed no visual emotion at first, her armor would crack and he'd see a twitch of irritation, a curve of a smile it just varied.
"One question." She gave in as she noticed his unwavering gaze.
"Make that two and you've got a deal." Izaya countered
"Shoot,"
"Have we ever met in the past?" Izaya asked
Satomi didn't think he would ask about that so soon. It kinda pissed her off to think he didn't remember her.
"You're the Infamous information broker. You can easily look up any information on me. It doesn't have to come from me." She reasoned not seeing the point of their conversation.
Izaya reached a hand rubbing a crumb off her lip and placed it in his mouth. He smirked "I prefer hearing it from your cute little mouth."
The side of her mouth twitched at his obvious lie. "Ryuu was a carefree moron. He saw the best in everyone and trusted too easily."
"He was one of your followers back in high school, but then he realized how deep he had involved himself."
"He warned me, don't trust Izaya Orihara." She finished "So yes I was the last person to see him die."
"In a way, we are the same." She commented
"Oh? Go on and tell me how." Izaya raised an eyebrow.
"We're not nice enough to stop someone who wants to die." She quoted his own words back at him.
"In other words, if I were to kill myself" She fixated her eyes as she said this as if she was challenging him. "You wouldn't stop me."
There was no way he could answer that because it went against everything he believed in.
Changing the subject he asked "Speaking of death, did you really murder them?"
Her eyes narrowed at his question, but she answered with stuttering. To her it was just a state of fact. "Yes"
"I won't say it was for the good of humanity. It was either them or me."
"You played a game with them I assume?" Izaya probed interested at her history.
"Russian Roulette" She answered finishing her meal.
"You're not afraid to die."
"I refuse to die in a pathetic fashion." She murmured annoyed. "Bullet to the head, my ass."
Izaya chuckled. She would always get annoyed at the strangest things.
"Feeling better?" Izaya asked fingering the tips of her hair.
"I'm still sane." She confirmed standing up to get changed. "Where are my clothes?"
"Laundry."
She looked down at his long shirt covering only up mid thigh. "As long as you didn't burn them."
Izaya assessed her profile with a knowing look. Normally, he wasn't fazed by woman in slutty clothing, but seeing Satomi in his shirt made him want to tease her a bit.
Still in his own shorts and t-shirt he looked like any bachelor. He stayed seated on the couch, patting the spot between his legs. "Why don't you sit and relax while your clothes get dried?"
She stared at him making sure he wasn't kidding before finally giving in and plopping herself between his legs. Satomi didn't really have any notion to go anywhere at the moment.
Izaya was inwardly laughing at how trusting she was around him. Did she not realize he had already cleaned her clothes earlier? Oh well, it meant he got to keep her here just a little longer.
Wrapping his arms around the girl, he buried his head in her slightly messy brown hair. She had a unique scent; something blended with lavender and… sunshine? He wasn't too sure himself.
"Has anybody told you, you smell like the sun?"
"I don't allow people close enough to tell." She answered in monotone. "You're the first"
It made his heart skip a beat. This girl was way to defenseless for her own good.
"Don't let anyone else do this to you."
She turned her head tilting her head in puzzlement. "Of course not, I'd be raped in no time if it was anyone else."
"With you I don't have to worry about that because you're asexual."
He was ready to take back his own words if she was this open about contact. Was this her way of testing him?
"It's… comfortable in your arms." She said quietly confused at her own actions. He could feel her relax leaning into his arms and he felt he didn't mind her touch.
Any more of this and he might lose this game.
"Your heart is beating so fast." She narrated feeling his warmth from her back. "Or is that mine?"
Now that she had mentioned it, he did feel his pulse quickening at her touch and words.
If he read into that didn't that mean he was conscious of the girl?
"Ahahahahahaha!" He laughed his shoulders shaking startling the nineteen year old.
"Something funny" She asked or stated depending on how you looked at it.
"Just a revelation." He answered kissing the top of her head. For now he wouldn't ask any questions, until later. Knowing her, she probably had her own reasons for agreeing to his game.
"Revelation…" She repeated like a lost child "Trust is another way of disregarding others, not always a good thing."
Izaya tightened his hold on her. "So do you trust me?"
If only he knew what role he played in her life; the monster hiding under her bed, someone to be ignored altogether, but in every aspect she had failed to do just that.
The irony of his question made her shake in her own laughter. "Hehehe"
She had her own revelation about their relationship; they were walking on a thin line, one word could jeopardize their relationship.
Because just like she didn't understand him, he didn't understand her either. There was a wall that separated the two.
She tilted her head upwards so her view of him was upside down. She could see his eyes widen as he noticed the happy smile she revealed. Her mismatched eyes shined just a bit brighter as she murmured the words that sealed the deal. He was the very reason why Ryuu decided to take his own life. There was no way she would admit how much her world revolved around him unless he figured it out himself.
Izaya didn't know the scars that lied inside this small woman and that would cost him dearly and so for now all they could do was relish in this small moment peace until the real trouble began. So for now, she merely answered truthfully with a smile that surprised the twenty four year old.
Reaching a hand to touch his cheek she answered honestly.
"Of course I don't."
It's been a while since I updated, but this chapter was more fluffy?... than most.
I apologize now for not updating much, but thanks for reading:)
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