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"Rika-chan." Izaya's voice came out of the receiver of the phone he had so generously given her. "Ne~ where are you?" She could just imagine the fake frown on his face.

"Downstairs." She muttered, phone crunched in between her shoulder and ear as she rolled up her thigh high socks and adjusted the shirt she had borrowed from the informant's closet. Shirts the man never seemed to wear, only on the rare occasion when he wore them to bed, even though they were meant to be worn outside.

"Where are you going?" His voice came out louder and she looked up when she heard the voice in her receiver also coming from the top floor. It was late afternoon, the informant had slept in for once, a strange thing for the workaholic. He was casually leaning on the classy sleek metal railing of his second floor in his usual attire along with a bedhead that made the informant look younger than he was. Even though he had probably just woken up, the man's eyes were still as sharp as ever.

"I'm going out for a bit." She replied, looking up at him as she hung up the phone. "There's lunch for you on the counter, so please don't even try to cook."

He also closed his phone, the accessory she had put on it catching light as it dangled. Placing it in his pocket and looking at her with a small pout he decided to focus more on the first half of what she had said, "With who?"

"A few friends." She said back as he came strolling down the stairs with all the grace of a cat. Rika noticed a small red tint adorning his cheeks now that he was closer to her. "Not feeling well?"

"I'm fine." He said, closing maroon eyes as Rika placed a hand on his forehead to check if he had a fever. Her hand was cool against his skin.

"Waaa~~ what would Shizu-chan say to you? Touching me voluntarily?" Izaya teased with a grin as she moved her hand away from his head to walk out the door.

"Doesn't look like you have a fever to me, I'm going out for lunch then." She replied, deciding that it was probably for the best if she ignored the informant and his provoking statements. He was just trying to distract her. Actually it probably wasn't a good idea to ignore him, but she was going to be late, she didn't want the place to be full, especially since they hadn't made reservations.

Izaya watched her as she adjusted his shirt that she wore and rechecked if she had everything she needed in her small purse. She had said lunch, but where exactly was she going and with who? Didn't she know that Shinjuku was a dangerous place or was she heading back to Ikebukuro? Things might go bad if she was seen by some Yellow Scarves or other random people that held unwarranted grudges against him. Really… humans decided to blame him for so many things even though he loved them so much and did so much for them. Didn't they see all his efforts and energy going solely to them? He shook his head, well usually it would go to them, but today he wasn't working. Sleeping in was her favorite thing to do and yet out of all the days, she chose today to go out?

The thought had him frowning a bit.

As Rika made a move to walk out the door, she heard footsteps following her. Turning around she was met with Izaya standing perfectly still, albeit closer to the door than he was before. His marron eyes were staring innocently into her orange ones. Turning to walk once more, she heard footsteps again, whirling around to find the raven-haired man even closer. It seemed the informant had every intention of following her outside. Even with his bedhead.

Sighing slightly, she pulled his arm and in one swift motion had him lying on his back on the sofa with a small cooling pack on his head that she pulled seemingly out of nowhere. "Sleep." She ordered him, his slightly surprised eyes staring up at her as she adjusted the blanket she normally used to go over most of his body.

"Alright." He said grinning, "But, really Rika-chan. I'm fine."

She stared at him for a moment, before making a move to turn.

"Really? Then I'm going."

"Ahh~ it huuurtsss~ my head and my stomach hurts…" He suddenly whined in a carefree tone.

She rolled bright orange eyes at him as she went to pull off her shoes and grab his lunch. She had only made curry, not the best option for the sick, but it would have to do. She didn't even know someone like Izaya could get sick. The man was a monster, both mentally and physically. He did things others dreamed of and more. How could such a physically able man get sick? She just didn't understand, his immune system must've been quadruple that of a regular human. Wasn't his getting sick against nature?

Grabbing a plate full of rice and pouring a ladle full of curry over it, she made her way back to Izaya who was sitting up and flipping through the channels. Perfect picture of domestication. His observant eyes moved over the television as if scanning every aspect of every show that he flipped through, before he stopped and was now currently watching One Piece with a small grin. She really couldn't say anything to the 23 year old man about watching anime since she loved the show. She even read a few fanfics.

Rika handed him the plate which he took from her without a word of thanks, those maroon eyes only staring at her with amusement as she took a seat on the floor at his side with her own plate full of curry. It was quiet between them, only the sounds of their eating and the television permeated the otherwise silent apartment. Rika handed him a few pills to down with water when they had both finished eating, which he looked at with a glare before downing all of them and the entire glass of water she had handed him in one go.

Did Izaya hate taking pills or something?

He lay back down on the sofa, Rika sitting next to him and playing with his soft raven tuffs. "Go to sleep, Izaya."

Izaya stared up at her, even though he had taken the day off from his slight fever he had wanted to go out for a bit. But he supposed staying in was alright too. There was always next time. The constant spiral motions she was making on his head was making him sleepy, not that he'd ever admit or even show it. He didn't want to go to sleep, if he did then she would undoubtedly leave to go and meet up with those friends of hers, he had to admit that he really did break up her social life ever since they had met. He had done research on her friends, boring people that weren't even worth mentioning. Humans that even he wouldn't go out of his way to troll. Why would she want to meet up with a group of people like them instead of going around with him?

He just didn't get it.

What did they have to offer?

"Ne, Rika-chan?" He called not letting his voice betray any hint of sleepiness.

"Hmm?" She tilted her head slightly in that manner of hers.

"Who were you going out with?" She took a moment to stare –slightly surprised- at his serious maroon eyes. He was still thinking about this?

"With Miho." She said it lowly, not wanting to talk loud right now for reasons beyond her. It was as if she was being scolded. Why was he acting as if she had done something wrong? "We were going to go to Russian Sushi and grab coffee afterwards."

He stared deeply into those orange orbs. Judging for himself if she was telling the truth, before smirking slightly.

In one swift movement, she was pulled on top of the informant. Seated on his lean frame as he played with the dark strands of hair that cascaded around him in waves. Rika moved to pull slightly away, not surprised that those digits clasped tightly around those raven strands and refused to let go.

"Ne~ Rika-chan?" Izaya called with a soft tone. "Why do you trust me so much? Even I find it hard to trust me sometimes."

She stared down at him, one of his hands wandering to rub aimless circles on her cheek. She welcomed his touch, moving her face down to further nuzzled it against the palm of his hand before replying in the same tone. "Because… Human beings are really weak."

He smirked at her answer.

She was spending too much time with him. He wondered if she noticed it herself, she probably had, right? Who was he kidding, of course she did.

He pulled her down and against his frame as he moved to get comfortable with her on the cool leather of the sleek black sofa. He wasn't going to work today. Already not picking up his phone –which had been ringing and going ignored since the early hours of the morning- and not chatting with random strangers, Namie would leave as soon as she saw the two of them on the sofa, so there would be nothing to bother them today. Although, somewhere in the back of his workaholic mind, the thought of not doing his usual work nipped at him, but even though he didn't act it, his head really was spinning. He couldn't do proper scheming like this. So, here he was… pulling a non-protesting Rika into his arms and locking her in a vice grip only he –as one of the strongest men in Ikebukuro- could pull off. Making extra sure that she wouldn't be able to escape while he got his much needed sleep.

Though he very much doubted that she would leave.

He did have a fever after all.

A/N: Thanks for all the favorites and follows. Here's another short Omake while you wonderful readers wait for the new chappie. I'll be posting it next week, I'm just fixing a few final things. I'll post it along with my usual weekly update of my other story... I don;t really update this much anymore, since I'm running out of Izaya juice and lacking motivation...

Anyway,

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