So i know i haven't written in a super duper long time so I apologize! But i hope you like! Oh and there will be a lot going on in this chapter there are five major things that will happen or be hinted at. So i wonder if you guys can find them all? If you think you know them then comment what you think! Thanks for reading!

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"What do you mean 'no'?" Izaya questioned, a look of disbelief passed over his features briefly when I didn't respond as he would have liked.

"I think the term is pretty obvious. Negative, uh-uh, nope, nyet, a shake of the head. All of those could be put in place of that." He glared at me.

"Your sass is unnecessary." Izaya said with the ice pack still on his jaw. "I meant why don't you want to get married." It took a moment before I began to laugh...and laugh, and laugh, and laugh. A few minutes later my stomach was sore from laughing too hard but the dark look the informant's face was enough to stifle anymore chuckles. I couldn't help laughing at his question; there are millions of reasons not to marry Orihara Izaya. And it would take far too long to explain every one of them.

"Izaya," I started," I'm just not ready to get married." I replied honestly.

"Why not? It's not like I can't take care of you, we are financially stable; you have a job and I," He smirked a little," have mine. And I have been clear on my feelings and you have accepted them. So what else is there? Aren't those the things you need before two people get married?" His expression was honest, he really didn't understand why I didn't see it appropriate to get married. And being Izaya, he might not ever. Despite common belief, I don't think that Izaya truly understands humans beings completely. I think there are still some things that elude him.

"Izaya-"

"Iza-kun." He corrected pointedly.

"Iza-kun," I mumbled it, my cheeks pink with embarrassment. It still felt odd to say his name in such an intimate manner, even if it was my idea in the first place. ", those are only some factors that we've cleared up, but there are still things that make we wary." Izaya kept his face plain, probably hiding his disappointment.

"Like what?" There was a slight defensiveness in his voice. I took a deep breath, I was about touch on some things that Izaya would surely not appreciate.

"Well, like how you came to be so 'financially stable'," I said making little air quotes with my fingers. I figured this would the safest topic to start out with. "Your job isn't exactly the most friendly, it would unsafe to raise a family around all this mess. People are constantly trying to kill you; my best friend being one of them." It was strange to speak to Izaya about my fears. I always felt like he knew them before I did, so I've never bothered with confiding with him about them. I peeked over at his face and he had an amused expression.

"Natalia, are you suggesting that I couldn't protect you or our children?" My cheeks reddened at the gentle tone he used to say our children. Because I think I have proved many times that I can easily avoid Shizu-kun's attacks, as well as street thugs." As he said this he slowly worked his way onto my chair and wormed himself between me and the furniture. As he finished his sentence, he had carefully pulled into his lap and had arms around me. As he proved his point with his words he reinforced it with his actions. He held me against him tightly, a sign that he could without a doubt protect me...as long as I stayed with him.

I frowned at how simple it was for him to discard my issue and seemingly fix it. But it still wasn't enough.

"That may be, but that isn't the only thing I am worried about. Izaya you...you..." I could not bring myself to talk about Celty-chan. Not yet. ", you have no regard for what I want." I said instead.

"Oh?" Was all he said. It made me a little angry that he did not say more. I nodded.

"Yes, when I want to do something for myself you find a way to get involved or you do not let me do it, or I end up getting kidnapped, by you." The raven haired man chucked which made we bristle.

"I am so glad that my free will is so humorous to you." Although I was mad at him, I didn't try to wiggle out of his grasp. There were still traces of the drug impairing my movements, and Izaya is always stronger than me anyway.

"No, it's not that. It's just," He took a moment to stifle another chortle, "that it's weird to hear you be so open about these things. I mean eight years ago we wouldn't even be discussing your true feelings about getting married."

"Oh." Was all I said. It was a strange thing for Izaya to find funny, he normally isn't very sentimental like that. Actually, Izaya is never sentimental. I looked up at him so he could see the curiousness on my face towards his statement. I met his crimson eyes, and realized that I sincerely was in love with this psychotic man. He held such a gentle look in his gaze that I rarely ever see and my heart suddenly ached. For a moment all of my worries seemed lessened. I realized in that moment just how highly Izaya held me in his mind. He truly and honestly wanted me to be with him. And even though he is messed up beyond belief, love is accepting of the person who is dear to you. And so without much thought, I kissed him. I decided to accept Izaya for all he is. Crazy and all.

I could tell he was surprised, for a second he didn't respond. And when I realized what I did I awkwardly pulled back, I've never initiated anything with Izaya. I began to sputter out an apology, but Izaya got an unfamiliar look in eye. He grabbed the back of my neck and reconnected our lips. My chest burned with emotion and for once I was content with being here with Izaya. Now I know I had gone insane for sure.

Timidly I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck, which made Izaya smile against my lips, something fluttered in my stomach. Suddenly we weren't in the chair anymore, I thought I was falling and in my confused stupor I latched on frantically to Izaya. When I found out that he had just moved us to the couch instead I loosened my grip and Izaya chuckled. He muttered something like you look beautiful like this at the base of my neck and I had to bite back some unfamiliar noise rising from my throat.

He started kissing my neck and I could tell he was leaving little strawberries when he stayed in one place longer than he should. I should be mad at him or embarrassed but at the moment I couldn't find it in me. A brief thought passed my mind, Izaya was probably marking me possessively. Jerk. Shivers went up my spine when Izaya pressed a cool hand on my bare stomach, but I wasn't so wrapped up that I didn't try to slap away his wandering hand. Izaya smirked and playfully bit the soft spot between my neck collar bone. I gasped in shock and attempted to hit him on his sore jaw but he caught my fist and pinned it to my side. I stared at him, wide eyed.

"What was that?" Green clashed with crimson.

"What? You're the one who punched me earlier, I was defending myself." He said smirking down on me.

"We-well don't do it again!" I replied flustered. I watched with eyes the size of saucers and Izaya bent down an bit me again. I squeaked and pushed him, he sat back on my stomach holding up most of his weight.

"Then don't try to punch me again and we we will be even." I muttered something unintelligible that could quite possibly be construed as colorful Russian insults, but it only made Izaya grin even more. He moved off of me completely and leaned back into the arm of the couch, pulling me into his chest. I rested me head on his chest and held my breath for what was coming.

"So that was a bold move. I usually have to do all the work." He sounded cocky but I could still sense the honest surprise in him. I fidgeted uncomfortably and didn't look at him.

"Don't get me wrong I enjoyed it, but we didn't finish our conversation. And it was kinda important. He scratched his head like he was thinking and said,

"Neh Nata-chan does this mean you will marry me?" He said in his annoyingly high pitched dramatic voice.

I still had tons of questions that I needed him to answer. Like why he needed Celty's head. But after his reaction to me finding the head I do not think I am ready to hear his explanation. But should I agree to marry him? I mean I've been 'engaged' to him for a few years, but would making it official change anything? I already live with him, he already kisses me, and he already doomed me to marry him eventually. So why not make it official? Well if that isn't romantic I don't know what is...

I brought my knees to my chest and buried my face in his chest. I felt uneasy, and for obvious reasons. I should say no. Anyone in their right mind would say no. Too many reasons to say no. And really not enough to say yes. But then why do want to say yes? Maybe Stockholm syndrome is a real thing.

"Izaya-" I had started my sentence with the intent of declining his offer, but some how it ended with, "I guess I will." Izaya sighed contently and stroked my hair softly. He kissed the top of my head and hugged me to his body.

"I'm glad." He mumbled into my hair, with such sincerity and happiness that I felt like it radiated from my head and down to my toes. Izaya gently took my hand and kissed my ring. Something I'm sure he's been waiting to do since the moment he put it on me.

1 YEAR LATER

Izaya let me plan every aspect of the wedding. It was at my favorite part of the day, sunset, and it was at the Floating Gazebo at Nesami Lake. It's a small lake that has a simple wooden gazebo in the middle. And at night there are glowing lanterns that lite up the water. Ever since I was little it was my dream to get married there. I wore a simple white silk kimono and Izaya wore a black montsuki kimono. I was shocked that he agreed to wear it. The only people there was the wedding officiator and Celty-san and Shinra. My parents were on the other side of the world and couldn't make it and Izaya didn't want his there. And I couldn't find my voice to tell Shizuo that we were engaged for real, if someone else told him, he never said anything about. I know I'm a coward.

It was a small ceremony and when it was over, Izaya immediately whisked me away to our honeymoon. We went to Rio de Janiero, the flight was incredibly long. I've always been afraid of planes despite the fact that I used to fly with my family all the time. So Izaya slipped me some sleeping pills and I didn't wake up until we landed. Izaya teased me saying that I slept on his shoulder the whole time and it was annoying because he couldn't get up at all to move around and apparently I snore. I know for a fact I don't because he would have mentioned it before.

To say I was nervous about being alone with Izaya on our first night together as husband and wife would be an understatement. It was about 3 in the morning when we made it to our hotel room so I guess he was too tired to try anything. Instead we both flopped onto the bed in the honeymoon suite to fall asleep. The next morning I woke before Izaya. He had an arm strung lazily across my stomach and our legs were all tangled up. It was a strange blessing to see him, my new husband, to be so still and peaceful. It was a new experience to get a good morning kiss and to watch him trapes around the room groggily.

We explored the city for a couple days and still he never suggested consummating our marriage, he could probably sense my hesitation and was giving me distance for a while. But on our fourth night there, it became clear that he didn't want to wait anymore. For the past year I knew I was going to happen and had been trying to come to terms with it. He went slow, talking me through it, checking on me every step of the way. It was a side of him that I had never expected. He was constantly asking me if I was ok, and if he could do this or that. Honestly I had expected him to just jump my bones the second he could. But of course he didn't let me leave the room for the next two days after I became comfortable with him.

I was happy, and Izaya seemed happy as well. Even after Izaya and I had become officially engaged I never told that I loved him. But on that fourth night of our honeymoon, when Izaya asked if I was ready I told him I was because I loved him.

Coming back from our honeymoon not much changed. I still worked at that company as a translator and Izaya still did his thing. But once word got around that I was his wife, a lot of people came after me. So I'm not allowed to go out by myself anymore. Not without Celty, or Izaya, or Shizu-chan. I've been kidnapped twice, and attacked several other times. It is stressful to even think about going outside of Izaya and I's apartment. So four months into our marriage I am a little bit afraid for my safety. But Izaya says that I should be fine, I'm fast and if I am not fast enough then he can find someone close enough to me to help. Which is fine I mean, I guess so what else can I do. But lately I've been apprehensive to leave the safety of our home. I haven't been feeling the best, throwing up some. It's been like that for a couple weeks so Iza-kun put me on bed rest. But if it doesn't get better soon I'll just have to brave it and go to work in my condition anyway.

I hope you enjoyed it and i hope you caught those five things! Comment what you think they are!