Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara
It was late, they had reached his apartment sometime ago and it was huge. The furniture classy and the windows very large, if you were fond of good views or heights. It even had a second floor where he stayed. The whole place was done in black, all the shelves were wood and the kitchen large. He had a large desk for his work space and a lounge where on the table his game was laid out for all to see and play but only him to understand. She had taken a long shower in his damn bathtub and had changed into shorts and a tank top. This wasn't an apartment it was a freaking penthouse.
Looking at the clock as she began drying her hair to a manageable dampness, she saw that it was half past midnight. When her hair was dry enough she brushed it straight –her hair smelled of Izaya's ridiculous candy shampoo- and went over to Izaya who was typing away on his laptop. He had removed his trademark jacket but other than that he hadn't done anything but type away. He didn't even look tired, but she could relate she was a night owl too after all. Izaya watched her as she explored his apartment, opening all the doors and cabinets, looking through his books and searching through his things. She looked lost, like she was looking around so she could familiarize herself with where everything was; as if making a mental map. When she was done, he watched her enter the kitchen going through the contents of his kitchen like she belonged there and had every right to go in and cook. Well it's not like he actually knew what was in there, Namie was after all the one in charge of cooking.
From his desk, he watched her grab an apron and take out ingredients. She took out a big pot and placed it on the stove. But when she was about to cut some vegetables she stopped as if remembering something. She turned and looked at Izaya "Do you like curry?"
He gave her a small smile and nodded as he watched her turn around and start cooking again. She was humming an unfamiliar tune as she cooked, even swaying her hips side to side a bit. Izaya, amused got up and stalked over to the counter separating the lounge and the kitchen. He said lightly "You're like my house wife Rika-chan"
He dodged a dart that was thrown his way; it's been awhile since she did that. Rika looked over at him and rolled her eyes "Idiot." She insulted, making him smirk. Just then there was a doorbell, Izaya wondering who it could be, strolled over –knife at the ready- and answered, there was a teenage boy with brown hair and eyes. He was delivering the cakes he had ordered. The boy handed him the five large boxes, had him sign the receipt and when Izaya was about to pay, he politely declined saying that the order was placed under the Owners name, then promptly bowed and left. So, Miho had the cakes ordered under Rika?
He placed the cakes on the table as Rika looked at him as she was chopping a few potatoes "For you in the morning" He explained
She muttered a quiet "thank you" and went back to her chopping.
He just shrugged and seeing something interesting on her back that her tank top wasn't covering, he sauntered over and without warning pulled it up. Making a small yelp come from her lips as she instinctively moved away from him, but his other hand wound around her waist and brought her butt against his thigh as he pushed her upper body a few inches away so that he could see what it was on her back.
It was a tattoo.
In the shape of what he thought was a flower about to bloom but on closer inspection it was an upside down heart, it had four main lines all curving then wrapping around each other going down. It started from your upper back going down to just above your shorts. He ran a cold finger down the length of it and smirked wickedly when she tried to move out of his grasp. She tried to elbow him but using the hand that was holding onto her tank top he caught it and pressed his upper body forward so he had her leaning over the counter with him on top.
"You're so wild Rika-chan" He whispered in her ear, causing shivers to run down her spine as he pushed her harder against himself. "Maybe you could get another one? Like my name" His hand around her waist moved up to just below her breasts he put a finger right in between her valley and whispered tantalizingly slow and husky "Right here."
He watched her as her face went into a mix of irritation at what he was doing to her and desire for him to continue what he was doing to her. The next thing he said though made her push him away with as much force as possible "What would Shizu-chan think of you if he knew you were doing this with me?"
She turned around and glared at him for a long while as he took a few steps back and looked at her form slowly reading her body language, she looked as if she were going to speak, to yell, but decided against it. She closed her mouth and just muttered "Don't say something like that, idiot" under her breath and went back to making curry.
Perfectly content with ignoring him.
Izaya kept his eyes on the back of her figure, why shouldn't he? She only showed those full blown happy expression when she was with Shizuo after all. He watched her making the sauce, her movements a bit forceful. She was mad now wasn't she? That's why she was ignoring him right? If she was mad, why wasn't she yelling at him?
It would be better if she yelled, this silence was deafening.
He pulled on one of her dark locks, still a little damp from her shower "Are you mad? I didn't mean it"
'Then say you're sorry, idiot'
Rika moved her head so that he would get the hint and stop touching her hair, he willingly let go and a frown settled on his features. Making him look the twenty-three year old he actually was. What the hell did he think would happen? That she'd smile and blush about what he said? Idiot… She didn't want to play in his game anymore… She just wanted to…
Never mind.
She put all her focus onto her cooking where it should've been.
Izaya, though sighed loudly behind her. He may have said that, but when she was mad like that, he always got her to look at him. Those beautiful orange orbs completely focused on him, and nothing else. Those bright eyes thinking of nothing else. It's not like he was in love. From the very start she had clung onto Shizuo and had been annoyed with him, why would he fall in love with such a person?
Impossible.
It was definitely impossible.
This was a game after all.
But he couldn't just leave her alone when she was mad at him. Why? He didn't know, but he just couldn't. He took something out of his pocket and quickly placed it around her neck before she could move away from him. She looked down at it, and saw a red collar with a small bell –like the one on top of shop doors- attached. Turning around to face him, Izaya flicked the bell making it chime lowly as he gave her a small winning smile. Then he turned around and walked back over to his desk, getting back to work as if he didn't do anything.
She stared after him; he looked like he was deep in thought. Judging by what he did, there was probably no deep meaning to his actions just now; but… he doesn't get a woman's heart at all.
"What's wrong?" He asked when he noticed her staring at him.
It's easy to be swept away by trivial actions like that.
"No, nothing" Rika turned around and went back to cooking.
And today again, Izaya made Rika's world spin with him in the center.
"Nothing" Rika muttered under her breath.
'Hey. Do you understand? Izaya.'
When Rika was finished cooking, she set the food in Izaya's lounge since he didn't seem to have a dining table and put two place settings. "Izaya" Rika called in a soft voice "Food's done"
He looked up to see her sitting on the floor in front of the small table, the food was set up across from his Chinese Go board. He took a seat on the couch next to her, his knee close to her shoulder as she handed him a plate full of rice and a spoon. He helped himself to the curry just as Namie walked in. Taking a bite, it was spicy and had a tangy flavor. Namie looked at the two of them strangely, like the sight was horrid.
"Hello" Rika greeted first to which Namie tilted her head a bit in acknowledgment. Izaya not bothering with pleasantries kept eating. "Are you hungry? I made plenty."
"Yeah, I'll have some"
Getting up, Rika made her way over to the kitchen to grab another plate and spoon as Namie took a seat across from where Izaya and Rika were sitting. Rika served some rice on the plate and quickly handed it over to Namie to which the secretary muttered a small 'thank you'. They ate in silence, and when they were done there was no more curry left.
"You eat a lot" Rika observed previous anger forgotten and she was able to talk civilly to him again. He just shrugged in response though "Well, you're a growing boy after all"
He looked back at her and smirked, the tension was gone. "Well, it's because the food cooked by that other one has always been unappetizing" Namie sent a fierce glare his way "Well, you've been replaced, I have found myself a new house wife"
"Shut up" Namie muttered clearly peeved.
"I'd like to say it was your cooking that turned me off, but it was actually your twisted love"
"You two get along well" Rika said making them both look at her. She had a bright smile on her face making Izaya's eyes widen just a fraction.
Namie looked at her as she moved around the kitchen, cleaning up then going back to the couch and plopping down next to Izaya. She watched as they began bickering like they've known each other forever and she began pulling his cheeks. He placed an arm around her with the straightforwardness of someone that's known her all her life as she tried in vain to get him away from her. They looked so comfortable around each other, but like something was holding them back. Whether it was Rika or Izaya she didn't know, but Rika would serve as a good distraction for him for the time being.
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