~Brooke's POV~

I decided to just walk around the city by myself. I didn't wanna go home just yet. I didn't want Xeno to see the scar on my neck, which was still oozing blood. I still had my hand covering it as I walked. I looked at my hand real fast before covering the scar again. My hand was covered in blood.

'Wow, it got me better than I thought' I thought. Izaya was definitely gonna pay for that. I was thinking about going to Shinra's to get the scar treated. He's a lot cheaper than a regular doctor, and I knew him personally. That made me feel a little better. But before I even started to set off in that direction, I found Izaya standing in front of me with a...'concerned' (if you can even call it that, really) face.

"Aww, Brookey-chan. You're bleeding. How did that happen?" and the smirk returned. I was so tempted to slap him in the face, but before I could even respond, he began talking again. "I think I know how to make it feel better." I had no idea where he was going with this.

"Move your hand." He said. He looked really serious now.

"Wha-what?" I asked, finally speaking.

"Move. Your. Hand" he said. Getting closer.

"Wh-why? What are you gonna-"

Before I can finish, he grabbed my wrist and moved my hand away from the scar, and held on to my wrist.

"Hey! What are you-"

I didn't finish. I couldn't. Cause the next thing that happened put me in shock.

He licked the scar. Yes. The big, open, bloody scar. He licked it. And we didn't even have any privacy. We were out in the open! I can't believe he would do this. Is he trying to piss my off? And embarrass me while he's at it? What is wrong with this man?

Ok, fine, I was enjoying it too. There, happy?

After a moment or so, when I realized that this was really happening and I wasn't fantasizing, I pushed him away. Obviously he didn't put up a fight because I pushed him off in just a push.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I yelled. I didn't want to attract more attention, so I made myself calm down a little. "Why would you do that? What was the point of that?"

Izaya chuckled. "Your scar isn't bleeding anymore."

"Wha-what?" I touched my scar with the hand that wasn't bloody and looked at it.

No blood. None at all.

"But but but bu-" I was at loss for words.

"I figured I should stop the bleeding, since I'm the reason why there was a scar in the first place."

"Ok. A simple sorry would have been fine, too." I said, looking away from him.

He placed a hand on my shoulder, making me look up at him. He had something between a smirk and a smile on his face.

"Come on. Let's go back to my place~" He began walking and I followed him. Why he wanted me to go back to his place? I had no idea. But honestly, I didn't wanna ask, or argue for that matter.

Sooner than I thought, we arrived at his place. Namie was there, doing whatever secretaries do, I guess.

"Oh, looks like you brought your girlfriend home again." Namie said, unamused. I didn't say anything. I showed no emotion. Which is not like me. I guess it just didn't bother me anymore. I sorta felt like his girlfriend anyways.

Izaya chuckled. "I guess you can say that." he smirked.

Wait, what? Did he really just say that?

"Well, I guess you should go then, Namie-chan. I don't want you to interrupt us like last time~"

Ok. Now my face was red.

Namie rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't want to." she replied, before walking towards the door.

"Bye bye, Namie-chan!" Izaya called out. Namie shut the door with no response. Now it was just me and Izaya. Great.

It took me a moment to realize that me and Izaya were just silently standing here, starring out the window from a distance. I decided to break the silence.

"Why did you want me to come here?" I asked

Izaya turned around and looked at me. "No specific reason. I enjoy your company."

'I enjoy your company.' Those words repeated in my mind. They meant so much to me. But probably nothing to him.

Izaya walked to his desk, and sat in his chair, leaving me to stand by myself. I went over and sat on the couch. It was quiet for a few minutes, until Izaya came over and sat next to me. "Why so quiet, Brookey-chan?" he asked. I didn't say anything. I was lost in my own thoughts. But I was abruptly taken out of them when I felt an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

I looked over at Izaya. He seemed...different. He had his head down a little bit, just so his hair was covering his eyes. He didn't have a smirk on his face. Just an expressionless one, like the one I had.

I put my head on his shoulder. After that, I think I feel asleep.

Was Izaya a little OOC in this chapter? Yes? No? Ahh, who cares. I like it.