I'M SO SORRY BUT SCHOOLWORK ATE ME AND I'VE BEEN SPAMMING AVEYOND FANFICS AND I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER!
Please forgive me! T.T
I don't have much to offer, but it's something. I need to go back to full-time shipping this pairing. Maybe when I get around to watching the second season...
I haven't gotten much more in for the other chapter, so I'll post the rest later. (Meaning probably next Halloween. Oh God, I haven't updated this since October?)
In the meantime, I found a picture on failblog that inspired me.
So I wrote a fanfiction about it.
Well, as usual, none of the characters are mine (bummer) but enjoy it anyway!
Namie balanced the shopping bags as she fumbled with her keys, unlocking the door to Izaya's apartment. He had sent her off to pick up some computer parts for him, while he 'held down the fort' as he had said.
The lock clicked and, turning the handle, she shoved the door open.
To her surprise, the place was deserted.
Izaya's desk was empty, his laptop turned off and folded closed. His game board had been moved to a high shelf, and the dullahan's head was safely stowed behind the books near that.
The TV had been shoved as far back into the corner as it would go, and turned so that the glass was facing the wall.
Anything breakable or valuable had been moved from its original spot, and placed up high, out of harm's way.
It was almost as if the place had been locked down.
Then she saw the note.
Placing Izaya's computer parts on the kitchen table, she retrieved the scrap from the floor.
It was a simple piece of paper that he had left, with only three words on it.
'Check desk drawer'.
She walked over to his desk, pulling open the top drawer.
Inside she found...
...
He was kidding.
He HAD to be kidding.
A second note lay inside the drawer, next to a loaded, 6-shot Nerf gun.
The note said:
"Welcome home!" *insert a few hearts here*
"Two things:
1 - This gun with ammo is yours
2 - I have one too and you're under attack as of now."
*insert drawing of skull and crossbones*
Namie looked around sharply, prepared for Izaya to pounce from behind some piece of furniture.
Of COURSE he would think of something like this to throw at her...
With a sigh, she grabbed the gun.
May as well play along.
He was the one paying her, after all...
She had no sooner turned around, when Izaya appeared at the top of the stairs; screamed "SPARTA!" in English for some unknown reason; and fired off a shot.
Out of instinct more than anything else, Namie ducked the shot, then blinked back up at a dumbfounded Izaya, waiting for him to make his next move.
The information broker quickly collected himself, and shot two more Styrofoam darts at her.
One of which missed sadly, due to a rather Street-Fighter-esque move he attempted while shooting, the other of which she was able to bat aside with her gun before it made contact.
The silence returned as the two stood, staring at one another, Namie with calm annoyance, and Izaya with stupefied awe.
"How...did..."
Namie leveled the gun at him, and Izaya promptly disappeared behind the banister.
With a sigh, she walked toward the stairs.
She could hear him scrambling around up there, hiding in one of the rooms.
Might as well get this over with.
It took Namie a few seconds to ascend the stairs, her footsteps making no noise on the carpet.
With her back pressed against the wall, Namie edged over to the first room, listening for any sign that Izaya was hiding inside. When the silence continued, she stepped quickly through the doorway, her body tensed and ready to shoot the first thing that moved.
The room was empty, though.
Stationing herself by the doorway, Namie debated the best route to the next room, getting strange Call of Duty flashbacks.
She had no sooner chosen a path and set foor outside the doorway, when something moved in the next room over.
Her breath hitching as she choked back a cry of surprise and suppressed an adrenaline rush, she ducked back inside the room as Izaya stuck his head out of the doorway and looked around.
Namie waited as she heard his soft footsteps coming down the hall...waiting for him to reach the spot right outside the room she was in where the floor creaked.
Three things happened very quickly.
There was a loud creak as Izaya stepped on the loose floorboard.
Izaya cursed loudly and began running for the stairs.
Namie ran out of the room to get him and the two collided in the hall, winding up in a heap on the floor.
Namie muttered a curse, realizing that Izaya's body pinned her weapon to the floor beneath them, as the information broker tried to detangle himself.
She managed to plant her foot against his side and kick him off of her, but Izaya was on his feet first, and Namie scrambled into a run, just barely missing getting hit by his shot.
She ran down the stairs as fast as she could without tripping, again narrowly escaping one of Izaya's shots as it hit the banister instead of her head.
Namie ran for the kitchen as Izaya fired another shot, not having left his spot at the top of the stairs. It fell short, though, and he began to follow her as Namie ran into the kitchen and found herself backed into a dead end.
Cursing, she whirled around to find Izaya striding toward her with the barrel of his gun trained on her head.
There was nowhere for her to hide, and no way to escape.
Damn.
Izaya smirked as he strode toward her.
"Well, now, Namie. Backed yourself into a corner, have you?"
She didn't reply, leveling her gun at him, prepared to go down fighting.
"Such a shame. I expected you to at least fire a few shots..."
His finger tightened slightly.
Izaya's lips tugged up into a smug little smirk.
"Game over."
He pressed the trigger-
Nothing.
He was out of ammo.
Namie gave him a smirk, and he muttered a curse.
The information broker turned and ran, Namie hot on his heels, chasing him through the apartment until he had backed himself into a corner, just like she had.
He turned around slowly, giving her his characteristic grin and shrug.
"Guess you got me."
Standing up straight, the picture of confidence, Izaya taunted:
"Well now, Namie, let's see if you're any good at-"
Before he could finish his sentence, she had pointed the gun at him and fired off all six rounds, in quick succession, each nailing him right in the forehead.
The information broker didn't move, or blink, or even appear to be breathing for about fifteen seconds, then lowered his gaze to meet hers slowly, jaw hanging open in shock.
"How...how did you-?" Izaya stuttered.
Namie grinned back at him sweetly, lowering the plastic weapon to her side.
"You forget; I have a younger brother. I've done this enough times for it to be second nature to me."
Swinging back into his 'you-didn't-shock-me-because-I'm-Izaya-and-I-know-everything' mode, he flashed her a grin.
"Ah, well. I should have known. I only hire the best, after all."
Namie rolled her eyes, setting the nerf gun down and walking back toward the kitchen.
"Whatever. Dinner's at seven. Don't be-"
Namie felt Izaya step close behind her, and before she could react, he had looped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into a hug.
"Thanks, Namie." he grinned, kissing her cheek, before letting her go and flouncing off like nothing had happened.
The scientist was left staring in shock for a moment, then she shook her head.
He was so strange...
Yes, I know, that was HORRIBLY short...and I can't honestly say I'll have more anytime soon...but seniors get out of school in 30-something days, so I'll have more time on my hands to write!
In other news, I hope all my readers are doing something to help Japan, whether that's donating to help over there, or even just praying for them. They need all the help they can get. I'm going to try and get my school's Anime and Japan clubs together to do something, and I know that a lot of anime forums are already fundraising. Everyone join in! OTAKU OF THE WORLD UNITE! Let's help in any way we can!
Now that that's been said, I hope you enjoyed this, and please review!
(As a side note, Portal = WIN. And I did NOT just lose the game.)
Bye-bye!