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Izaya dragged Rika to the nearest vending machine and got himself a black coffee. She took a look around as he took a large swig from the cold tin bottle; they were in a part of Ikebukuro she was very familiar with, particularly near Russian Sushi. Was it just her or did most of the dangerous things happen near here? Or was it just because Izaya frequented this area? Whatever the reason she looked around and noticed that the sun had long since set, leaving darkness in its wake, there was too much smoke and pollution to see the stars in this area it seemed, so the only light in the vicinity was from the stores and street lights. But even at this place, at this time, Ikebukuro was still bustling with city life. People going to work, color gangs left and right, people eating, going on dates, just arriving, leaving; everything. Apparently, kids these days didn't have curfews and adults didn't have a sense of decorum as she saw high school kids still in the park at this hour and grown men proudly walking into bars and strip clubs. Bars were still okay, but…?

Rika suddenly felt something cold on her cheek and she jumped away from the foreign sensation with a small 'eep'. Looking at the culprit, Izaya was smiling at her while holding an ice cold bottle of milk tea. "Ne, Rika-chan what are you looking at? My humans? They're so interesting aren't they?"

Rika did the smart thing and chose to ignore him and his wild antics, but apparently Izaya didn't like to be ignored "Are you mad, Rika-chan?" He grabbed her hand and offered a small grin that looked more mischievous than apologetic "Don't be mad." He offered her the bottle of milk tea.

Looking intently at him then slowly grabbing the cold beverage from his hand Rika muttered an "I'm not mad" under her breath to which Izaya gave another grin.

"Really…" Izaya pulled her hand until she lost her balance and crashed down on his hard frame "You make it easy to love you."

Rika's eyes widened for a split second, did he really just say that? Before she said in a tired voice "I thought you said you wouldn't fall in love with me." Jeez, first running away from colored gangs, then almost being mugged by some kind of teacher and now Izaya pulling this shit? She just wanted to sleep today, as to her original plan. No strenuous activities, no snatchers, no stress, no Izaya, no problems. When did sleep become so hard to come by?

"What are you talking about Rika-chan? I'm not in love with you." He said pulling his head away so he could pierce her with something akin to a glare "I've never been in love with someone, nor can I love any particular individual. I merely said that it was easy to love you."

Rika stared up at him, confusion in her bright orange irises "Then… why?"

Izaya shrugged, looking down into those captivating orange eyes "I just like having you around me." He said then abruptly let go of her, throwing his parka on her head in one move and in an instant was already strolling happily ahead. "We don't have all day Rika-chan. Lets hurry on to Raira."

Rika was about to follow after him when she felt someone tug Izaya's parka that she had put on. "Excuse me." Turning around she saw a blonde woman –natural blonde- say in a strange Japanese accent "Do you happen to be looking for anything?" Rika had to give her credit though, she wasn't like those other foreigners that come here asking directions and expecting everyone to understand them, at least she was trying. Rika took a closer look at what she was holding, something that looked suspiciously like a sketch pad where it seemed that people had written a bunch of things they wanted to find right now.

Cell phone.

Friends.

A job.

Answers.

Some answers were pretty deep, but others were more literal in the what do you want to find department. She was thinking of writing sleep. "I'm not really looking for anything though." Rika said to the blonde woman that was staring at her as if in wonder. "Is there something wrong?"

"You have really beautiful eyes, y'know?" The woman smiled happily at her, as if Rika had made her day just by being there. Though Rika thought that this woman was the happy kind, the kind that smiled and laughed a lot. "Has anyone ever told you that? Or are you wearing contacts, if they are those contacts are somethin' else."

Rika was about to respond but she suddenly felt an arm rest on her shoulders and Izaya whining in a childish voice "Rika-chan, what's taking so long? Let's go."

"You could just go on ahead, it's not like you need me there to get your suit case." Rika replied, her attention going back to the sketch pad full of writing in her hands.

"Hmm…" Izaya hummed, not even listening to her.

"Ahhh!" The blonde woman gasped as if fan-girling her mind out "Is this your boyfriend hon?" She snapped a picture "You two look good together"

"We do, right?" Izaya replied instantly. A smile lighting is face.

The blonde nodded enthusiastically before blushing when Izaya's eyes settled on her and he asked in a deep tone "So what is this you're doing? It's got my Rika-chan all distracted?"

Rika looked at the woman, was this the usual effect Izaya's outward appearance had on women? The blonde's face was flushed as if he had been making sexual innuendos or had asked him to marry her. If she knew his usual personality then she wouldn't be blushing. The woman stuttered and took a deep breath before answering "You just write whatever it is you want to find here." She gestured to the sketch pad in Rika's hands.

"Hmmm…" His eyes shifted back to Rika who was still looking and reading all the things people wrote on the pages "Are you looking for anything Rika-chan?"

"No." Rika said with a small shake of her head in the negative "Just curious."

Everyone was looking for something, what was she looking for?

Izaya looked down at her thinking form, moving the arm that was draped over her shoulders to around her waist, he brought her in front of him and squeezed her smaller frame to his chest, before nicking the marker from her hands and writing in large, thick letters 'Izaya'.

When he was done, she looked up at him with a glare as the informant offered her a small smirk. Rika muttered a 'go to Hell' under her breath.

"Already going Rika-chan" He replied, clearly hearing her. He wasn't human.

The blonde just smiled at the two, as if still happy. She clearly didn't see what Rika was seeing, though when she thought about it, what did people see when they saw her and Izaya together like this? She didn't even want to know. "Thank you." Rika said before handing back the sketch pad to the woman.

"No, thank you. I hope you find what you're looking for" She smiled brightly before handing Izaya the picture she had taken and going on her way calling other people to come and write, so they could let out their frustrations probably on the sketch pad. Whatever, Rika didn't really see what the point of it was.

"Izaya" Rika called to which he responded by placing his head on her shoulder, his lips lightly brushing her neck before inhaling deeply "I'm hungry."

"Okay. What do you want to eat?"

Rika looked around, not really bothered by his ridiculously close proximity, she was getting used to it. She just didn't know if that was a bad or good thing. She noticed that people were taking the time to stare and gape at them, some actually in awe. "Something sweet."

Izaya quickly raised his head and blanched his face at the thought "I don't like sweet things"

"You asked." She argued.

Izaya pouted lightly, before he suddenly seemed to tense.

Namie was taking a stroll down Ikebukuro, trying to find herself some dinner after her ridiculously long business meeting when she found Izaya and Rika there in the middle of the park. Right in everyone's way, not caring that people had to step around them to get past. Izaya was holding onto Rika, just that scene had people gaping as they went past, so she didn't really think the people cared that they were in the way, kind of like if the circus was in town.

She watched from a distance, strangely unable to tear her eyes away from the abhorring yet weirdly captivating couple. They were talking, but she was too far away to figure out what, but she saw that Izaya suddenly seemed to stiffen and his eyes looked as if they were hardening themselves for an attack by someone. He looked around but found no one there that could even pose a small threat to the likes of Orihara Izaya. But all the same she watched him say something to Rika and give her a quick kiss on the temple before bolting down the nearest alley.

And that's when she heard the deafening cry.

"IZAAAAAAAAYYYAAAAAAA!"

…

Namie left the area without a second thought.

As Rika walked around, she was receiving weird stares and some people seemed to walk in a circle around her. Even crowded areas, there was a distance between her and other people, and when she went to go buy things people would give her huge discounts or just give her the damn thing for free.

What the hell?

That was when she noticed that she still had Izaya's trademark fur lined jacket. His parka wasn't like normal jackets; it was a freaking status symbol. People left her alone and she could walk without anyone bumping into her and when she bumped into them, they'd get angry but didn't yell or even mutter anything mean. They'd apologize and quickly leave. It was like she was the plague or the boss.

Either way, it felt cool.

That was when she saw who she remembered as Masaomi Kida and Ryugamine Mikado there, they –well, one- looked like he was picking up chicks and failing epically. She went up to them and lightly tapped the dark-haired ones shoulder. "Hello." Rika said politely.

"H-hello" Mikado responded, and on cue the blonde whipped around to face her.

"Why, hello angel!" Kida seemed to notice the jacket and made a sweep of the surrounding area with cautious eyes "A young woman shouldn't be out alone at this time of night. But…" He gestured to her jacket "I think you're safe."

She gave him a small smile that made both boys blush red when it made direct contact with their hearts "He's not here right now, so you two can relax."

And they did.

They seemed to go back into banter when they were assured that the raven-haired informant wouldn't suddenly step out to cause trouble. "It was nice seeing the two of you, but I have somewhere to be right now."

"Y-yeah." Mikado replied shyly.

"Goodbye my sweet. I know your lover awaits, but I will always be here in case you need a shoulder to cry on!" Kida said dramatically.

"Alright." Rika looked towards Kida and said with a distressed but kind voice "Please don't be mad at Izaya. He's very… yeah." Her voice seemed to get smaller as if giving up on explaining "It was nice seeing you two." And she left.

Kida stared after her for a long while and when he came nack to his senses, Mikado was waving a hand in his face trying to get his attention "Kida, what's wrong?

Masaomi looked at Mikado with a beat red face as he said loudly "Nothing!"

Strike.

When Izaya got back to his place in Shinjuku, he found Rika toweling her hair to a manageable dampness while watching an anime on the part of the couch she claimed as hers. She was wearing one of his sweaters and had his parka spread out like a blanket on her lap. At least she followed what he said when he told her to wait for him in Shinjuku before he had to run from Shizu-chan. He closed the door and set some take-out from Russian Sushi in front of her. "Are you tired Rika-chan?"

"Just hungry." She said already setting up her food "What took you so long?"

"I had to pay a visit to the teachers in Raira." He said pleasantly "Not to mention, Shizu-chan is just so aggressive, he wouldn't let me go at all. And when I said that you were waiting for me he got even madder!" Izaya began spinning around on his heels clearly not at all stressing about anything.

"Did you eat?" Rika asked straight to the point, not really paying too much attention to what he was saying. More focused on the sushi in front of her. He had even brought her back 3 slices of vanilla cake and another bottle of milk tea. This was the life.

"Cook me something later." He said uncaring, before seating himself down at his work table and opening his computer with an air of a workaholic. Actually, Izaya's whole place seemed to scream that he was a neat-freak and the place seemed to emit an aura that meant if you came here it would be strictly business. Now, the second floor, that was a whole different thing. The second floor only had his room and the only thing she could seem to describe his room as would be… sexy. It made you just want to jump and play around in there, and the doors looked like they held secrets. Dirty ones.

After, Rika finished eating she hung Izaya's parka on a nearby coat rack and the night seemed to move on quietly as Izaya worked and she cooked his dinner. They seemed to talk about trivial things -like how he still called it dinner even though it was almost midnight. Rika had argued it was a midnight snack,- since he looked engrossed in his work, you couldn't really see he was that interested since Izaya looked interested in everything even things he hated, but if you looked closely he had a gleam in his eyes that screamed he wanted to be right here not doing anything else.

As she placed the ketchup on the Omurice and put a side of some fatty tuna, there was a quick rasp on the door. Rika turned around a worried expression on her face about who was coming here so late, she looked towards Izaya and he made a gesture for her to open the door.

A man with multiple signs that looked like he was advocating something stood there and asked in a preach-y voice "May I have a minute of your time to talk about our Lord, Jesus Chr-"

She shut the door on his face.

"Who was it?" Izaya asked knowingly, a laughing and amused tone in his voice.

"No one." She said and there came another rasp on the door. But this one sounded different, louder, heavier, almost impatient. She looked towards Izaya again and he gestured for her to open the door again. Pulling Izaya's sweater to try and cover more of her legs, she pulled the door open and peeked out. The preacher was no longer there and in his place was a man with bleached out hair, piercings and a messy black suit. Well, that was fast. The man took one look at her and grinned lecherously, she wasn't too bothered by it though since Izaya was close by.

"Who is it, Rika-chan?" Izaya called in his usual up beat manner.

She let the man in, and Izaya's mood seemed to darken his tone changing to a business one. "Well, well… Momo-kun, what brings you here?"

"It's Moreko, Orihara Izaya. Stop giving me weird nick names" The man said obviously already tense and stressed before even coming here. Moreko looked towards Rika as she minded Izaya to his business and went back to the open kitchen to finish prepping his food. "I didn't know you kept a—"

Izaya quickly cut off his trail of thought "This is Orihara Rika, Momo-kun."

The man seemed to lose the ability to speak for a moment as there was an awkward silence before it all came rushing out "O-o-orihara?! You're married?!" He put both hands on his head "I-I can't even find a g-girlfriend!"

Rika let out a small snicker that Izaya didn't miss as he looked over at her, while Moreko seemed to be freaking out "Okay, okay… Just because this rat bastard has a totally cute and sexy wife doesn't mean you'll never find one"

"You better hurry though Momo-kun all the cute, nice girls are running out" Izaya said, pushing the man's buttons the wrong way. Rika shook her head at Izaya disapprovingly, he probably –no, definitely- knew that the man had girl issues before. Though funny, she did feel a bit bad for him, the man was in a state of panic and Izaya was smiling a little too happily at his seated spot at his desk.

"So…" Izaya got back to business all traces of previous amusement gone after he seemed to get bored of Moreko's expressions "What brings you here so late?"

"Right. There's this…" His eyes shifted towards Rika as he tried to find the words to put it more delicately "Escort service over in Asami. They seemed to have a problem when a man stole some money from there. Seems like it was to be used to pay some tab they have with the local drug ring."

"And you want me to get information on who exactly; the man, the drug ring, or the brothel?" Izaya got up and walked over to the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room Moreko was currently occupying, he reached over and grabbed his food from Rika's hands, stuffing a piece of fatty tuna in his mouth as she poured him a mug of black coffee. He said with his mouth full "Whatever, it'll still cost ya."

"Info on the escort service." Moreko clarified then took out a large wad of cash from his suit pocket.

Izaya waved his hand aside, grabbing his food and mug and giving Rika a peck on the cheek before moving back to his computer. 'Jeez' Rika thought, he was really taking this whole pretend wife thing all the way. He always hugged her and was never really conscious of space, but he always had a personal bubble that no matter how close you were physically, it felt like a million miles away. She didn't know how he did that, but suddenly it was gone. As if a wall just went down when he commanded, she never knew anyone so much in control of their mind and body. But it seemed to be more than that; it was like Izaya could even control the type of air he exuded.

Izaya grabbed a folder from his desk, it was as if he was expecting Moreko to come and visit even though it was impromptu. He tossed the folder carelessly to him as he ate a spoonful of Omurice. And Moreko's eyes seemed to tear through the contents of the folder, before grinning. He left the money on the table and with a slight tilt of his head to Izaya and surprisingly Rika he went on his way, the door automatically locking behind him.

"Well, he seemed happy." Rika commented as he left.

"He should, I went to the trouble of digging that up. Who cares about Asami?" He said and took another bite before teasing "I see you're getting used to cooking my meals Mrs. Orihara."

She glared at him then scolded lightly "Don't talk with your mouth full."

He responded with a two fingered salute before one of his many cell phones beeped signaling that there was a message. Izaya quickly scanned the contents before sighing, his face showing that he was clearly peeved at what he had read. She watched him finish his food in a hurried manner and then down his coffee in one go.

"Izaya." Rika called slowly, trying his mood.

He didn't respond and was busy replying to the messenger, but she knew he was listening to her; it was rare for him to not hear something around him, so she just continued "What's wrong?"

He looked up, his maroon eyes looking annoyed as hell as they pierced her orange ones. "My sister's are coming to visit."

A/N: Sorry for the late update, I've been real busy.

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