Miyari didn't mind being seen in public with people. Izaya however was a whole different ball game. He could do whatever he wanted and wouldn't care if anyone saw. To Miyari, she was always conscious of the 'audience' around her. She would do whatever the audience wanted, whatever pleased them. That's how she worked on stage. She could read the audience and determine what she needed to do to make them interested and entertained.
"Are you ready?" Izaya asked, standing by the bottom of the stairwell.
Miyari looked up at her escort. His greedy eyes ran over her and he smiled.
"Cream this time," he commented. "It looks good on you."
Miyari walked down the stair carefully. Her cream sundress ruffled around her knees as she stepped down each step. Her light golden sunhat and sandals made her look like she was on vacation. Izaya took her hand as she reached the bottom steps.
"I believe I told you already that flattery will get you nowhere," she said quickly.
Izaya smiled devilishly and pull on her arm, making her stumble on the last step. Miyari reached out her free hand to catch herself but Izaya already had his arms around her, holding her against his chest. His face glowed with confidence and satisfaction.
"Did the game already start?" Miyari asked, scornfully.
Izaya constricted his arm around his prisoner's back.
"You tell me," he smirked.
Miyari grabbed the front of Izaya's shirt and pulled him closer to her.
"Let go of me," she said in a hushed but aggressive tone.
Izaya smiled and kissed Miyari soundly. After a few moments, he released her.
"I'm afraid I can't do that this late in the game," he said sweetly.
He held out his hand eagerly.
"Ready to go?" he inquired.
Miyari took his hand carefully and let Izaya lead her to the people infested sidewalk. As they started walking, Izaya gently let go of Miyari's hand and slid closer to her, his hand snaking to her waist. With a sharp pull, they were hip to hip. Miyari noticed people eyeing them as if suspicious that they weren't really together. It bothered her and wouldn't let it fly. She spun in front of her escort, forcing him to stop in his tracks.
"Izaya," she said tenderly.
His eyes sparkled with excitement but the rest of his face was composed.
"Yes," he cooed.
Miyari saw a few people staring for longer periods of time. She noted the curiosity in their eyes. She grabbed Izaya's hands and made sure to stare deeply into his eyes.
"What do you want?" Izaya purred, holding Miyari's hands up to his lips.
Miyari saw one elderly woman pause for a moment while passing by. She moved closer to Izaya, making sure that she appeared to be madly in love with the man currently holding her hands.
"We're going to eat soon right?" she batted her eyes and made an inquiring face.
Izaya smiled slyly.
"Did you forget about breakfast, Miyari?" he chuckled.
Miyari nodded shyly.
"I suppose we could possibly find a place to eat at," Izaya continued.
Miyari let go of his hands and hugged him, acting thrilled.
"Thank you," she cheered. "You're the best."
There were a few people that had noticed them or had stopped to stare and awe at them. Miyari smiled and wrapped her arms around Izaya's neck then kissed him soundly. The crowd bubbled with thrill and excitement. Miyari released Izaya and beamed up at him. Izaya grabbed her face and kissed her back.
"You're so cute," he grinned at her.
Miyari let a laugh escape her lips. Surprise covered Izaya's face for a moment but he regained composition quickly. He wrapped his arm around her waist and glanced ahead.
"Shall we?" he asked.
Miyari gave him one of her rich award-winning smiles. She laid her head on his shoulder as they walked, a pleased look on her face at all times. She noted how people would smile as they passed by them. Izaya led her to a small restaurant. He picked a secluded booth and slid in, getting as close as he could to her.
"You're a sly one, aren't you?" Izaya chuckled into Miyari's ear.
Miyari didn't move. She tucked her hair behind her ear casually.
"That all depends on how you look at it," she replied.
Izaya kissed her cheek. The waiter walked up and stood there awkwardly.
"Hello," Miyari said as Izaya's lips moved up her face.
"A-Are you ready to order?" the waiter, asked staring at Izaya as if he was a leech attached to Miyari.
Miyari glanced at the menu.
"I'm hungry for waffles," she muttered.
Miyari sighed. This is Ikebukuro; there are no waffles or American dishes.
"I'll just have a glass of water," she said casually.
The waiter scribbled furiously on his notepad.
"And for your boyfriend?" he asked.
Miyari touched Izaya's shoulder.
"What do you want, Izaya?" she asked sweetly.
Izaya's lips never left her cheek for a second.
"You," came the soft whisper.
Miyari smiled back at the waiter.
"He's not hungry," she reported.
The waiter nodded and hurried away. Miyari looked around the restaurant. There were only a few people but none of them could see their table very well thanks to the projecting corner right next to their booth. They could talk privately and no one would bother them.
"Your acting surprised me," Izaya said softly. "I had thought for a moment that you started to actually like me."
Miyari smiled and turned towards Izaya.
"Izaya," she whispered, pressing herself closer to her date. "If I truly wanted to, I can make anyone fall in love with me. But there would be no fun if I did that to you."
Izaya raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"And why is that?" he questioned.
Miyari grabbed Izaya's shirt and pulled him towards her. Her lips crashed on his and she kissed him soundly. As quickly as she had grabbed him, she released her victim.
"Because I already have you wrapped around my little finger," she whispered seductively in his ear.
Her fingers trailed down his jaw and she chuckled, pulling away just as the waiter walked up. He placed the water in front of Miyari and she smiled at him.
"Thank you," she said.
The waiter looked a tad nervous.
"I-Is there anything else I can get you?" he stumbled over his words.
Miyari gave him a soft smile and shook her head.
"I'm good," she answered.
The waiter walked away and Izaya reached out for the water but Miyari intercepted his hand.
"Being a bit naughty, are we?" she teased.
Izaya smirked and edged closer to her.
"You haven't seen naughty," he whispered.
"Oh Miyari-san, I didn't know you come here," an all too familiar voice caught their attention.
Akira stood in front of their table. He was dressed casually in a t-shirt and pants. His blonde hair had been windblown, making him somehow more alluring. Miyari smiled at him.
"Hello Akira," she said softly. "I didn't expect to see you today."
Akira slid into the seat across from Miyari.
"Yeah, Haruka isn't too happy that you ditched today," he said nervously.
Miyari chuckled.
"That's Haruka for you," she said brightly.
Izaya's hand crept over to Miyari's side and pulled her closer to him. Miyari made a mental note of Izaya; he was getting a bit rowdy.
"I'm sorry," she said sweetly. "This is a friend of mine, Izaya Orihara."
Izaya's eyes glistened with pleasure and jerked Miyari's face towards his with a flick of his wrist.
"Oh we've know each other much better than that, Miyari," he grinned.
Miyari gave him a sudden warning glare. She swung towards Akira.
"Sorry; he's a bit possessive," she smiled carelessly.
Akira beamed at her, the smile reaching all the way up into his eyes.
"It's alright, Miyari-san," he said sweetly. "I'd only assume you'd be so popular since you're so talented."
Miyari pulled off a fake smile. It was only half true; she'd get popular for a time but she was never constantly popular with the guys. Most of the men that followed her around were the ones who were mad she didn't let them be a part of her life in some aspect. When she had first met Akira, she was surprised that he even knew who she was.
"It's nice to meet you, Izaya-san," Akira said politely, pulling Miyari back to reality.
Izaya shook his hand across the table, smiling innocently.
"The pleasure is mine," he replied slyly.
Miyari threw him a stern look as if to say 'don't try anything funny'.
"So Miyari-san," Akira started, grabbing her attention. "I have a question about one of the steps."
Miyari looked at him.
"Which one?" she asked, leaning over the table.
Akira looked down then back up at Miyari.
"I can't explain it that well," he admitted shyly.
Miyari smiled understandingly.
"Do you want to go to the studio so you can show me?" she asked.
Akira looked over at Izaya then back to Miyari.
"If that's okay with you," he said.
Miyari turned to Izaya.
"Wanna see where I work?" she grinned slyly.
Izaya eyes twinkled and Miyari could swear she saw the gears in his brain working.
"I'd love to," he smirked.
He turned to Akira suddenly.
"If you want, you can go ahead and we'll meet you there," he suggested, but it sounded more like an order.
Akira stood up, apparently not taking the message.
"Okay, I'll meet you there then," he said cheerfully.
His warm smile nearly melted Miyari's heart. He was amazingly cute for being in high school. As Akira left, Izaya slid closer to Miyari.
"He's awfully annoying," he smirked. "Did you see his eyes?'
Miyari scooted towards the end of the booth, nearly pushing Izaya out, implying she wanted out. Izaya didn't move.
"Are you sure you don't like him?' Izaya pressed on.
Miyari glared at him and folded her arms over her chest.
"What's with you today?" she hissed. "It's not like he's my boyfriend or something."
She scooted over again and tried to climb over Izaya. He wouldn't have it. He grabbed Miyari by her shoulders and forced her to sit down. He loomed over her, his face close to hers.
"I don't like the idea of you flirting with some other guy you know from dance class," he said darkly. "Ever since he sat down, your eyes have been glued to him."
Miyari smirked and cupped Izaya's face with her hands.
"Don't tell me you're jealous of a high school kid?" she teased.
Izaya's eyes were hard as ice.
"No," he said roughly. "You need to understand that you belong to me and me alone."
Miyari released him.
"Alright I get it," she mumbled. "Let me up."
Izaya kissed her forehead and retreated, pulling out of the booth. Miyari followed after him.
They walked out of the restaurant. Izaya's hand encased Miyari's as they strolled along. They were quiet and hardly said a word to one another. Miyari made sure her pleasant smile never left her face but when she would glance up at Izaya, his face was twisted with a sly grin. It was the kind of grin that sends shivers up your spine and makes you fear whomever he has contact with. Miyari's sweet attraction would no long please the audience around her. She changed her role immediately.
Miyari grabbed Izaya's arm with both hand and pulled him closer towards her as she stopped. His eyes couldn't hide his curiosity.
"Kiss me," she ordered.
Izaya raised an eyebrow but let his face pull in to a light smile.
"Not right now, sweetheart," he said sweetly.
Miyari's eyes narrowed but she smiled angelically.
"Please," she whimpered. "You know how hard it is for me to go so long without one."
Izaya smirked and touched her cheek lightly.
"But you don't like it when I'm rough with you," he jeered at her playfully.
Miyari released his arm and held his hand tenderly.
"Can you wait as long?" she asked innocently.
Miyari noted a few bystanders occasionally staring or pointing at them. She turned back to Izaya, who had started to slide his hand down to her neck. He drew dangerously close to her and pulled her face towards his.
"If I don't wait," he whispered. "I'll turn into a wolf and eat you whole."
Miyari sighed as if she was in a dilemma.
"Hmmm," she mused. "That would be bad wouldn't it?"
She swung their intertwined hands childishly.
"I guess I'll have to wait," she whimpered.
Izaya cuddled her face and nuzzled it with his.
"I'll reward you for your choice," he promised.
Miyari grinned.
"I'll be looking forward to it," she piped.
Izaya released her and they continued walking towards the studio.