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Izaya woke up late afternoon; he had fallen asleep in his room sometime around 5AM. He had probably woken up due to the inhumane trucker outside honking his horn like there was no tomorrow; being a light sleeper had both its perks and its drawbacks. Taking a shower and changing into his usual outfit minus the jacket he made his way to the first floor of his apartment. He found Rika still fast asleep on the couch; she was wrapped so tightly in the large comforter he had brought down for her yesterday. Her legs were exposed though, the milk white skin glowing under the sun's rays. Shaking his head, he went to the kitchen and found that a pot of coffee had already been made and some French toast, it was already warm. So she made it some time ago and went back to sleep, huh? House wife, indeed.

He smirked at the thought, but pet sounded so much nicer. He looked outside his window at all the people scurrying around below him, the games were about to begin. Just a few more events and he didn't even have to do anything, just a little nudge here and there and the main event would begin. His long awaited plan would unfold and he could see if she would awaken. Smirking lightly he turned around and saw Rika snuggling herself deeper into the cushions of the couch.

She really was cute.

She was quiet and a little unsure of herself sometimes, but she had the ability to nail someone's ass to the wall with a simple glance. She had the gift of conveying everything she thought of you in her eyes, if you were worth her time or not. A gift most women don't have. Most women think they can convey more by the sheer volume of the words they say to someone. He inwardly sighed and rubbed his neck with a hand, he needed to get out of this apartment for awhile but right now, he still had some business to do, so might as well do it while Rika was still asleep.

Going over to his computer, he snooped around for the info his client needed… he didn't need to rush himself.

When the sun had just set, Izaya began to get a little concerned since Rika was still sleeping soundly on his couch -the blanket folded to the side when he saw that she was getting hot in the early hours of the evening-, but he had no time to bother with that idea since he had a strange visitor. It was a reporter from a small time magazine, he had a dirty looking trench coat and he smelled of nicotine. Light brown hair and an unshaven face.

Izaya recognized him right away as Niekawa Shuji.

The man Shizu-chan KO'd a few days ago.

The informant let him in with a mischievous smile. Why was someone like him visiting at this hour? The reporter walked in and Izaya saw his eyes widen at the sight of Rika asleep on the couch, grabbing the comforter and throwing it over her sleeping form he watched the man avert his eyes in embarrassment at looking. The reporter took a seat near her feet to which Izaya shook his head slightly and gestured to the other one-seater couch to the side. The man quickly moved and Izaya saw right away that this man had absolutely no balls at all.

Chuckling quietly, he went over to Rika and shook her awake. She groggily sat up and she smiled happily when she noticed Izaya, making him let out a small chuckle. Izaya then pointed at their guest and she followed his finger to the man sitting in the other seat, he smiled and waved at her awkwardly.

"Coffee" Izaya said in a tone that meant they were going to talk business.

She nodded slightly and made her way to the kitchen; making some coffee. Izaya, moving over to his chair and taking a seat, spinning a few times before he stopped and said "So, who told you about me?" He watched the man look for an answer "Well, never mind. I know already. So what do you want?" he put his head in his hands "And why have you been stalking my little pet"

"Pet?"

"Haaa… Don't play dumb. I mean Rika-chan"

Niekawa looked over at Rika who was waiting patiently for the coffee. "I wanted to know about the strongest man in Ikebukuro. And she was seen with him, but I couldn't approach her because she was always around you"

"Yet you come to me anyway" He sighed loudly in a rude manner as Rika handed the both of them a cup of black coffee "Well, if its fist fighting it would have to be Simon, but if its anything goes that would have to be Shizu-chan!"

"Sh-shizu-chan?!" Niekawa sputtered out the coffee that he was about to swallow.

Rika moved back over to Izaya's protective side as he said offensively "Rika-chaaan! I found your stalker!" He got up and gestured for her to have a seat, she sat down and set a whole vanilla cake on his work table, took out a fork and began eating slowly as he went over to the front of his desk "You'll get fat Rika-chan. All you did was sleep today. I'll have to take you out on a walk later"

"Pay attention to your clients, brat"

"Ahhhh… Look Niekawa Shuji-kun you got her mad at me"

"U-umm" he stuttered not sure if he should apologize.

"You want to know about Shizu-chan right?" Izaya cut in, tone all business again "Ahh… this isn't good. I don't like talking about him; because the only one that needs to know about Shizu-chan is me… hmmm… what do you think I should do Rika-chan?"

"You can have him talk to Celty." Rika suggested stuffing a forkful of cake in her mouth.

"Hmm… okay" He went to work on setting up a meeting and when he was all done the reporter handed him a few bills as payment. "Don't stalk my pet anymore, Niekawa-kun. Not many people get to prance around me without getting killed." He threatened with a smile

"Y-yeah…" The last thing Niekawa Shuji heard as he entered the elevator was Izaya's sinful laughter.

Yawning loudly, Izaya looked back at Rika who had stuffed the last piece of cake in her mouth. He smirked and watched as she got off his chair and got on all fours before she began crawling to the spot on the couch she claimed as hers. Izaya frowned lightly seeing that she was planning on sleeping again. He sauntered over to her and placed a hand on her forehead "You're not sick, so why are you acting like a sloth, Rika-chan?"

She grunted "I deserve a lazy day too, you know?"

"So you'd rather sleep all day then keep me company Rika-chan?" She gave him a serious look "Okay, don't answer that"

She got up and grabbed herself a glass of milk to wash down the cake

"Getting fond of milk now, are we?" Izaya gave her a small grin "Stay put here then, I have some business to take care of"

"Trolling teenagers, Izaya?"

"Of course not. I do plenty of other things"

"Reaaallllyyy?" She asked in the most sarcastic tone she could muster.

He just grinned and grabbed his trademark jacket slowly heading towards the door "Don't leave the house. Keep the place all warm and cozy for me, will ya?"

"Yeah, yeah" She muttered shooting him a look "Get out of here already"

"Hmm… you won't be lonely with me gone?"

"This is why mobile phones were invented"

"Ahh! Yes! Cell phones are wonderful!" He smiled then before he went out "Keep that phone I gave you close by Rika-chan" Closing the door behind him he waved a quick good bye.

She watched him as the door closed behind him, and she was left to the emptiness of the house. Though she felt a little better knowing that he would come back here; all his stuff was here after all. He wouldn't leave her in this empty house, right?

Okay; so he was a little right, though she would never tell him that of course.

This place is lonely.

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