Despite it happening twice in the same day, she was still utterly shocked when he kissed her again. It wasn't as quick and simple as the second, but not as pleasurable and heated as the first. It was hard. It was almost, dare she say, possessive. Surely her lips would become slightly swollen from all the pressure and dominance. He was towering her again, pressing his body against hers that ignited a fire in her abdomen. His hands, this time not roaming all over her body, clasp both sides of her face, keeping her in place. His slender, almost feminine fingers were clutching her hair. It was as if he dared her to push him away. Somehow she felt if she did that, no matter how much her instincts were screaming at her, there would be serious consequences. She didn't held onto him, nor did she kiss back. No. He wasn't getting a reaction from her.
Why was he doing this? Why did he come here? What exactly did he want from her?
His game was over, was it not?
His little experiment had ended, right? Or had it? Was this all apart of his plan?
She felt his tongue brush against her bottom lip, but she refused to open up. He pulled away and started to kiss down her neck until he reached the curve of it. He nibbled down of it, causing her to flinch at the harsh sensation. He kissed up her neck again, occasionally flicking his tongue over the abused flesh. He reached her lips again and slide his tongue against the entrance. She involuntarily opened her mouth just enough for him to slip in. His muscle rubbed gently against her own, coaxing it to play with his for awhile. She tried to suppress a noise he caused her to make but failed almost miserably. She felt him smirk against her and she opened her eyes, just now realizing she had them closed. His mahogany hues bore into hers, staring her down and she somehow found that strangely erotic and monopolizing.
She nearly slapped herself. This was anything but erotic! What was she thinking?! Or better yet, why wasn't she thinking?!
She willed herself to shove him off of her, but her resolve crumbled when she felt him go limp against her, his violating tongue retreating back to it's owner. He pulled away and rest his head against her shoulder, his eyes shutting tightly. He gave a quiet groan but she still caught it.
"A headache?" She asked him. He didn't answer, but he wasn't asleep. She sighed deeply. It was already really late anyway. "I'll help you to bed then." She said quietly.
He hoisted himself up from her body and dragged his feet towards the room. She was shadowing him, a hand tentatively brushing against the small of his back. He nearly cursed under his breath. He was definitely not some weak girl who needed to be watched over. He was not so fragile as to collapse right on her hardwood floor! He would be back to normal within a full day or two. It was just this stupid fever! They entered the room and he climbed into bed, reaching for the covers to hug his body. She was already at his side, tucking him in wordlessly and he scowled.
"Had we not go over this?" He bit out. "I am not handicapped."
His answer was silence as she tucked him in to his chin and he glared. She was ignoring him.
When she finally voiced out her thoughts, they sounded broken and quiet. "Why.." She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Why do you keep doing this. Wasn't our break up enough?"
He stared at her as she lowered her head, her bangs covering her face. She continued. "You said it yourself, I'm just like everyone else, so why-" She cut herself off and rose a hand to her face. The hand clenched her hair, the palm pressed against her left eye. Her shoulder's started shaking, trembling if you will.
His eyes widen. He had expected a confrontation sooner or later of his misleading actions. He was prepared for her tears and cries of 'what do you want from me?!'s. He had already prepared his own reaction to that, which was a smirk and a reply of 'because I love humans'. He knew this was going to happen! He anticipated the moment!
Yet why was the reality more of a harsh slap to the face, instead of a warm embrace? Why couldn't he will himself to smirk at her misfortune? Why couldn't he find the inner happiness of understanding his human race? Why was he looking away from what he caused? It was almost as if he was..
ashamed?
Was he ashamed? Ashamed that he managed to trick such a harmless as well as mindless girl? No. He wasn't ashamed of that. He had done it to many girls in his past and non had managed to bring any other emotion instead of satisfaction or even sometimes annoyance. Those past girls were even interesting, though utterly predictable. Even some were amazingly attractive and more stunning than this one. Reika was boring. She wasn't that attractive compared to other girls and she definitely did not have the body to make up for it. She was not curvy, or beautiful, or even that pretty. Though her smiling face was cute. That was one good aspect. Her face was that of a child's. Baby faced some say. So to speak, when she cried, it also annoyed him like that of a child's. Though, he realizes that she had never cried directly in front of him. He had only caught her once, and that was in front of Shizu-chan. That annoyed him even more. She hadn't even cried when he immediately broke up with her. She was unpredictable, but only in the small and non-noticeable ways. Though those ways still irked him. Why was he ashamed anyway? It was not as if he cared about her. If she were to drop dead right at the moment, he would not even mourn her funeral, much less attend such a mind numbing event. He was sure of it. Positive.
Although, for such a boring and plain, immature girl, she sure had caught that brute's eye. Why was that anyway? He had lived beside her for almost a year yet he deliberately chose to pursue her as soon as he was done? Maybe that was why he had earlier mistaken this girl for his own possession? No matter what, he could not willingly leave his leftover's to a senseless protozoan? That seemed like a logical answer. No, not seemed, is. It had to be.
But something didn't sit right with that answer.
What was it? It wasn't as if that logical and reasonable answer was incorrect, was it?
Blast it. Why was he even doubting himself?! He never doubted himself!
An incoherent sneeze rudely interrupted him. He scratched the tip of his nose and blinked. The room was empty. She must have left during his own musing. He had expected that too. The room was dark too. She must have shut the lights so he could sleep better. He slowly let his eyelids droop down, shutting gently.
Why had he ventured all the way over here anyway? He had came because he wanted to threaten her right? To say that he was nothing like that stupid monster who couldn't even hold down a proper job, right? Why was it as soon as she had opened the door he stumbled in with a new-found urge to claim her as his?! It had to be the fever. That was it.
He frowned as he realized that it was a good thing she had left, because if she had stayed, he didn't know how he would have been able to answer her question.
Reika buried her face into her couch, hugging her extra blanket close to her body. She left the t.v on so it would not be very dark in the living room and would also distract her boggled mind. She had never felt the strongest urge to go home. To go home and hug her father tightly and cry into his shoulder. She wanted him to scold her and tell her he that he said that this would happen, that she really was too young to leave home. She wanted her mother to make her her favorite dish and tell her everything will be alright. She just wanted someone with her who actually cared about her well-being. Not these strangers. Not these guys who hurt her. She sniffled into her couch pillow, blankly watching the muted television. She couldn't even cry properly in her own home! No way will Izaya have the pleasure of seeing her tears! She almost burst into sobs in that room but held her composure and swiftly left the man to his most likely disturbing thoughts.
In the morning she will definitely kick him out. Enough was enough!
He woke up early. Extremely early. He threw his legs over the bed and rubbed his temple as he stood. His head was pounding and his legs felt like lead as he dragged them to the door. He glanced at the alarm clock; it was 5 in the morning sharp. He sighed as he slipped on his socks and snatched his jacket before leaving the room. He entered the living room and to confirm his suspicions, he caught sight of Reika sleeping in a curled up ball on the dark couch. He made his away around the furniture and slipped on his fur-trimmed coat groggily. He lent over her sleeping form and brushed a couple of strands of hair away from her face. He chuckled and pinched her nose, blocking her air way. She stirred and hummed something under her breath as she lazily swatted his hand away. He smirked and leaned away as he walked towards the foyer. He found his shoes and slipped them on, frowning to find them a little damp from the rain the previous day. He opened the door and slipped out, stretching his arms and popping his back. He rubbed his tired eyes and walked down the cement stairs, feeling his pocket for his switch-blade and several cell phones. Good. They were all there. Though he might need to replace some of his phones because of the rain.
The sun was peaking in the far distance, lighting up the sky in a mix of dark blue, pink, and purple. He sighed and started to walk off in the direction of Shinjuku. For some odd reason, he felt he had overstayed his reluctant welcome since last night.
She woke up later that day and sighed contently when she realized it was just in time to get ready for work. First and for most, of course, she had to pay someone a little visit. She entered her room, her eyes shut when she slammed open her door.
"Alright! I have work in an hour and you need to leave!" She shouted enthusiastically. She reopened her eyes and clapped her hands together. She blinked.
"Izaya?" He was gone. She sighed deeply. He must have left earlier then. Good! The sooner the better!
Though he should have left a note of some sort-
She rapidly shook her head. Why did she need a note? He was finally out of her hair! She remembered her earlier motto; as soon as he was out of her apartment, he was out of her life! No doubt about it! Today represented a new start!
With a broad smile, she retrieved her work uniform and a towel and headed to the bathroom.
Shizuo exited his apartment, a fresh cigarette balanced between his lips and a clean bartender suit on. He nearly flinched when he heard her door open and keys jingle loudly. He faced Reika as she locked her door. She looked up at him for a moment and blinked. She gave him a broad smile and turned around quickly, walking down the steps and continuing down the side walk. He quickly caught up to her, still blushing about what had happened last night. He was walking a few steps short behind her as he lit his cigg.
"Hey Reika," He said absentmindedly, shoving one hand into his pocket.
"Morning," She said a little distantly.
He blinked for a moment. Relentlessly, he carried on. "Work?"
She nodded, a tiny, polite smile on her lips. He narrowed his eyes. She sure seems less talkative today. He cleared his throat and took another drag from the nicotine. Her light brown eyes flickered to his direction for a moment. "Me too." He said after awhile.
"Hm." She gave another polite smile.
His eyes slowly lowered to the ground. Was he missing something? He thought they had surely cleared all misunderstandings last night? Perhaps she was angry that he kissed her, even though it was just on the forehead?
He scratched his cheek, about to voice his thoughts when she stopped in her tracks. He glanced around to notice that they were where they usually parted in the mornings or run into each other in the evenings. She turned to him with another polite, fake smile. She gave a half-hearted wave and started to walk in the direction of her work place, disappearing into the thick crowds. His eye twitched in annoyance. He missed his chance to ask about her odd behavior.
He sighed. It could be that she was having an off day. Everyone gets those.
He pulled out his blue-tinted sunglasses and with a flick of his wrist, he placed them on. He started in the direction when he usually meets his boss.
When he caught a glimpse of shoulder length dreads, he quickened his pace until he caught up with the shorter male. The man in question gave a friendly smile. "Morning Shizuo." Said male nodded in response as they got started.