Engulfed in his warmth, she gently tried to distance herself after a minute. He took a step away, his arms retracting to his pockets. He was smirking deviously despite his distracting bruise.

"What the-" She gaped. "What happened?" She asked quietly as she placed a hand on the side of his face, her thumb brushing over the extremely tender flesh. He tried to hold back a wince at the action, but she caught the strain in his expression. She gave him a sympathetic look. "Do you want ice?" She asked tentatively, completely ignoring the screaming questions of why he was in her home. His smirk widened as he trapped her against the door.

"Ne, to think you would learn based on past experiences," He said, his face zooming close to hers, hands still in his coat pockets. "That you shouldn't leave your guard down so easily in this city."

Her breath hitched in her throat and she looked away, knowing he was right. Despite knowing how he is, what he's done, she's never raised her guard up with him. He closed in on her, on hand flat against the door beside her face. She reluctantly turned her eyes to his, and she swore she saw that familiar flicker of red. He was leaning forward, one leg over the other in a casual manner. She could feel the warmth of his minty breath against her face, tinkling her senses. The tip of his nose brushed against hers, and just when she thought he was going to close the distance, he suddenly spoke.

"Do you love him?"

She blinked. Hadn't they gone over this before?

"D-didn't you ask this before?"

"Not quite. I've asked if you liked him before. Now I am asking if your feelings have changed. That you love him. Or rather, your pathetic excuse of love."

Her eyes widened at his cold, sharp tone. He wasn't glaring at her, he was smirking. Though she felt a familiar chill run down her spine and she got the interpretation that he was angry, though he didn't look it. Still that cold, smug smirk didn't drop as his visible eye narrowed unnervingly.

"My pathetic excuse?" She forced herself to ask, inwardly fearing the consequence.

"Mhm. I'm sure you know what I mean." His smirk widened. "The same feeling you felt for me before."

"You before?" She repeated. "I strictly remember that not being you. You were pretending that whole nice guy act." She felt her heart sink at the reminiscing. "That wasn't you. This is you."

"Correct." He added playfully. "Ne, are you still hurting over that? Ah. Keeping a grudge I see. Perhaps you're so fond of Shizuo to spite me?"

"That's not it!" She interrupted, feeling a little more bold. "Shizuo is good friend. And maybe even more than friend soon."

His smirk completely vanished as his eye narrowed perilously, his expression darkening. "Ara~? So the truth finally comes out~!" He sang.

She gulped, her face loosing color at the menacing tone. Something recoiled in her abdomen as she stared perpetually at his mahogany iris. His eyes put her fully on edge as his hand, that was previously in his pocket, drew out and he flicked out his switch blade. The shiny, sharp weapon glinted brightly for a moment, as if teasing her. He pressed the pungent edge against her neck, and she flinched at the coolness of the blade. He seemed satisfied at her reaction as he pressed the sharp metal a little harder, watching blankly as she flinched at the contact. He pressed it a little softer on her smooth skin, observing as a thin red line appeared at the curve of her neck. He closed in on her, his soft lips against her skin before his slick tongue brushed over the minor cut, tasting her blood that started to seep out. He pulled away and stared at her reaction.

"I-Izaya.." She breathed out in a whisper. Her cheeks regained that warm pink.

He smiled at her. "Now doesn't that sound better than saying his name?" He didn't expect her to answer as he pressed his lips against hers. She grimaced at the own taste of her blood on his lips. Without warning he flicked his wrist and she gasped into the kiss when she felt cool air against her skin.

How did-

He pulled away from her with a victorious smirk. She glanced down at herself to see her red t-shirt split open horizontally along with her bra. Her chest was completely exposed to him. She yelped and tried to cover herself out of shame. He pressed his lips onto hers again, his hands gently coaxing her away from her chest. Stubborn to not let him touch or see her, she kept her forearms crossed over her chest. She felt his lips twitch upwards at her resistance and his arms suddenly wrapped around her waist. One of his hands trickled down, lower and lower until it reached her rear end, giving it a firm squeeze. She gasped as both her hands flew down to swat his hand away desperately. He pressed his body against her exposed chest before she could protest. He hand was now playfully rubbing and groping her lower cheeks, relishing in her surprised gasps. He used the opportunity to slither his tongue into her moist cavern, invading and tracing the insides of her mouth.

He finally pulled away from the heated kiss, slightly panting. He was now glaring at her as she tried to caught her breath, trying to avoid his intense gaze.

"Do you love him?" He asked again, hating how desperate he sounded this time.

She was near tears, her cheeks flushed, her light brown eyes hazed with too many emotions. She met his glare and stared at him for a moment.

"Do you love him?!" He repeated, this time not caring how he looked. His brows furrowed and his lips drawn back in a scowl.

"Why does it matter how I feel for him?" She whispered. "Your game is over." She said. "We are over."

His eyebrows furrowed even more. "You're mine, are you not?"

"I'm yours because I'm human right?!" She exploded. "That's all I am to you! Just another human! Another experiment!"

He looked taken aback by her sudden outburst. "Reika-"

"No!" She yelled. "Just no!" Her face reddened as her eyes were turning bloodshot. Her eyes glassy with brimming tears, salty droplets started to run down her cheeks, reaching her chin until they fell to the ground, one by one. She clutched her ears in an attempt to block him out, completely disregarding the fact that he didn't use her silly nickname or the honorific- but her actual name. Also forgetting that her breasts were exposed to his lingering eyes. "I don't want to hear anymore!"

She felt slender, but firm and muscular arms wrap around her head, pulling her head into a chest. She cried into his welcoming chest, wetting and dirtying his v-neck shirt under his warm fur-trim coat.

They stood there for awhile as she sobbed into his favorite shirt. His head lowered, the tip of his nose burying into her hair, feeling the bitter-sweetness of the situation as he silently comforted her.

Eventually her whimpering quieted down to sniffles and he sighed. He blinked when she went limp against him and he realizes she fell asleep on him. He sighed again and scooped her up bridal style, one arm hooked under her knees, the other wrapped around her back. Her head lolled to the curve of his neck, resting there as her breath slowed to quiet snores. He 'tsked' as he carried her to her room, ignoring the slight strain in carrying her - he was definitely no Shizu-chan.

He entered her room and carefully set her down on the creaky bed, tucking her in and covering her exposed chest- glancing at it once more of course. With that done and over with, he rubbed his forehead as if he had an excruciating headache from the whole scene. He glanced down at her peaceful face.

"Sound asleep. Typical." He said to no one in particular. He knelt down by the bed as he brushed away her rebellious strands of wavy hair from her face. He flicked her nose gently, smiling as she reached to scratch away the tickling sensation in her slumber. He hovered over her, hands planted at each side of her face, making the mattress dip a little. "You're a real pain in the ass." He muttered. He pressed his lips against hers softly, almost sweetly. "And you're an idiot." He kissed her again, and he swore he almost saw her cheeks flush. "And a cry baby- so much to the point where it really annoys me. You annoy me." He narrowed his eyes at her sleeping face. "It took awhile for me to realize it, and I assume it's going to take you an even longer while for you to finally figure it out. It's almost pathetic." His fingers brushed against the small scratch on her neck that would soon scab by the next day. He caught himself before his fingers could slide any lower. He stood up before sighing once more and leaving the room then next her complex.

When the door softly clicked shut, her eyes snapped open, her face flushing a bright red.

What was that seriously about!?

...It almost sounded like a confession.