Jealous characters part 2! Its Arlua's turn!

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Arlua stretched and slowly opened her eyes, frowning when she didn't feel the warmth of Izaya next to her. She sat up and looked around sleepily. Where had he gone? Hearing voices down the hallway and thinking maybe a client had dropped by, she pulled on one of his shirts and a pair of jeans before padding out to the living room area, which – in this apartment at least – occasionally served as an alternate office.

The technician was about to enter the room when she realized that the person Izaya was talking to was female.

"Is that all you have for me?" the information broker's familiar voice inquired.

"Well, that's all the information I have, but if you want something else…" the woman's voice purred suggestively. Arlua froze in place.

"I do have a girlfriend, you know," he replied evenly.

That's not necessarily a rejection, Arlua realized. Apparently the woman in the room had the same realization, because the sound of someone sitting on the couch and shifting around could be heard.

"That dry little tech girl? She hardly counts as female, and I can't imagine she's that great a lover," the female voice purred. More shifting.

"I don't appreciate you trying to degrade Lu-chan," Izaya informed the visitor.

"But you would appreciate what I can do," she murmured. "Surely a famous information broker like you isn't above accepting a little…bonus?" Arlua had heard enough by that point.

"I would hope that he is," she snapped, stepping into the room and glaring at the visitor, a curvy young woman in a skimpy black dress who was straddling Izaya's lap while the informant sat on the couch. "I would especially hope that he's above accepting a 'bonus' from a slut like you." The woman smirked.

"If he were, he would have pushed me away by now," she replied silkily. Arlua clenched her jaw, refusing to look at Izaya and instead crossed the room to the computer set up there. She picked up her phone from its place beside the computer and shut it off. Then, feeling the confused gaze of the visitor and the apprehensive gaze of the informant on her, she logged on to the computer and activated a program that she didn't usually have running.

"You're right. Feel free to stay as long as you like," Arlua said icily. "Don't count on trying to call for a ride home, though." Then she locked the computer – Izaya hadn't figured out her latest password yet – and headed for the door.

"Lu-chan," he began, apparently finding his voice at last. She didn't reply, just shot a venomous look in his general direction and snatched her purse as she slipped on her shoes, then stalked out of the apartment. She heard a short scuffle and a muffled squeak as she shut the door behind her, refusing to look over her shoulder and see what they were doing.

She waited until she was a full block away from the apartment building before she turned her phone back on. She didn't want the nasty virus she had activated and broadcast over the apartment wifi to catch her phone, after all. She wondered briefly if Izaya would be smart enough not to use any of his cell phone, and hoped that the unknown woman, at least, would try to use her phone before getting too far from the apartment.

Arlua dialed Kadota's number and was about to hit the call button when she heard Izaya's voice, much closer than she had expected.

"Lu-chan, if you rush off like that, I can't explain," the informant sighed, his breath tickling her ear. She tensed.

"I think the situation was rather self-explanatory," she replied sharply.

"What, you think I'm attracted to any human who wants to sleep with me?" he asked, exasperation showing in the fact that he was trying to hide it by staying behind her. "Lu-chan, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't do things like that with mere humans?"

"I don't care how many times you tell me, I care how many times your female clients end up on your lap – or in a more compromising position."

"Arlua Teki, I do not sleep with my clients," he snapped. "And I can't believe you think I would cheat on you." She blinked, astonished to see that while his expression was disbelieving, his eyes were dark and sad, as if her lack of faith in him hurt him. She studied him for a long moment and realized the pain in his gaze was real.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, reaching up to rest a hand on his cheek. "I really am."

"And I'm sorry I even let that particular human into the apartment," he replied. Arlua smiled slightly, an expression that became a sheepish grin when he added, "Was the wifi virus really necessary? Half my phones are dead, and the neighbors are complaining. That's why I didn't catch up to you sooner."