A/N - Heyy, 'dere kiddos! -waves like crazy/ So, I had a few ideas last night, and, yea..

First, I wanna thank all the wonderful reviews that were posted on Possible Rejected. Thank you very much, all of you!

Second, 'dis story will be just short one-shots, more like drabbles about my favorite couple - IzaNami. ouo Anyway, hope 'ye enjoy, kiddos!

Hope you have a nice ride!

Disclamer - I don't own Durarara!

{ If I did, Shizuo would be alredy dead. }


The dark-haired woman was alredy up, reading a book onto the couch. Her legs crossed, gaze hard, almost obvious of the world around her. A lone finger was gently twitching - tapping - onto the book's spine. The clock on the coffee table was stopped around 10:34 am. 10:35. 36..
Footsteps would be heard, coming from the staircase. From it was coming a raven-haired, reddish-eyed man, blinking hard against the light, coming from the huge windows. Once his crimson eyes picked up the woman onto the couch, his lips would part into a smirk, a lone spark of curiosity blazing into his eyes. Once close enough, he would let his hands rest onto the couch, around the dark-haired woman. He would peek inside the book she was reading, lips twitching the slightest. Not really his type of book. The woman, currently wearing a white lab coat would completely ignore the man, her gaze still focused onto her book. Getting annoyed by the fact he was being ignored, specifically at this day, the crimson-eyed person, known as Izaya Orihara, would decide to speak up first.

" Namie-chan, care to tell me what's so interesting about this book? "

The woman, Namie Yagiri, would rise an fine eyebrow, turning her head around the slightest. Her eyelids narrowed, her tapping finger would freeze into it's position. She would eye the person from head to toes, taking in his twisted grin. Talk about the devil being in happy mood today. The question is, why? Not like that her boss was not a phcyhopath, anyway. He just seemed happier than usual. Maybe something with his precious humans? End of the World? New edition of the Bible? Who knows.

" Why, you worried that I'm not working right now? "

Namie would bite the inside of her cheek the slightest at her words. He, worried about her? What was he thinking? And by the idea how Izaya Orihara took things like this.. She would almost rejected saying those words. Almost, but oh - The ex-medic was too proud to admit it.

" I am worried that you didn't congratulate me for my Birthday, Namie-chan. "

That cut her short. His.. Birthday? Splitting half a second to look at the calendar hanging from the wall. May the 4th.. Well, what did he expect? A gift? Hell, no. He didn't deserve anything. Not even a congratulation from the woman's mouth. The only person she would congratulate for his Birthday was her precious Seiji. But, still. Would Izaya would increase her payings if she did so? Down lip pushing into a gentle pout, the dark-haired woman would let a gaze slip toward the raven behind her, waiting for her to respond.

It won't hurt, right?

" Happy Birthday, Izaya. "

Before the devil could do something else, Namie planted a quick, chaste kiss onto his cheek. Turning her head around so she woudn't see the annoying, reddish tint forming on her proud face. Focusing her gaze onto the book, she didn't notice that her boss' eyes getting a shocked, curious spark. She didn't see the genuine smile that formed onto his lips as he turned around to go on one of his usual city-walks. When he closed the door, the ex-medic would turn around to look at the other one's direction, or most likely, where he was seconds ago. Letting a quiet sigh, Namie Yagiri would let herself relax onto the couch, the finger returning to it's gentle tapping.

Izaya Orihara was still smiling like a madman, even when Shizuo twisted his arm for 'Happy Birthday'

(c) Darkie Shadower 30/07/2016