A/N -Heyy 'dere! Short chapter ahead, you've been warned. 'Dis one, though will make effect on all the following ones, nya.

Please excuse any typos, Imma typing all 'dis from a frickin' phone.

Hope you have a nice ride!

The devil himself would rise an eyebrow as his secretary, whom was coming late, appeared on the door of his apartment. The dark-haired woman had dark, purple circles under her blood-shot eyes. Her whole body was shaking, as if she was running the whole way from her apartment to his home. Her clothes were crampled. She was carrying a small white bag, sharp edges appearing from what was inside.

This was not the usual Namie that came in every morning. The usual Namie was cold, keeping a straight posture, not carrying anything. The scientist came closer to her own desk, falling into a tired motion. Izaya would let a chuckle, making the woman shoot an angry, irrated look at his direction. Taking a deep breath, finger starting to twitch the slightest, Namie would turn her chair around to face Izaya.

" Orihara. "
" Hmm? "
" I have a favor to ask. "

That caught the man's attention. Taking his gaze away from his strange chess-board game, only to fix it onto the tired person before. Namie rarely asked him favors. Almost never. It would only be for more money so she can buy some things to cook in the morning - When she wasn't late. And that was most likely, never. Not that her cooking was amazing, it was the thing he had against big food companies and shops. He rarely went to restaurants, too, if you don't count Simon's Sushi Shop.

" What is it, Namie-chan~? "

The raven would ask, with that mischievous glint into his eyes, a smirk playing onto his lips as he got up from the couch, careful so his chess-board won't fall down. Coming closer to her desk, he would let a hand rest on it. When he didn't get an answer immediately, he would let a hushed chuckle, his lips curling further.

" I am waiting~. "

Namie was starting to doubt if her idea was a good idea. She didn't like that look onto her boss' face, even though it was one of his normal expressions. But now, in her situation, it looked way too.. Izaya like. Drawing herself further into her chair, she would try to keep eye contact with the crimson-eyed devil.

" I... Can I stay at your apartment? "

The information broker would sharply rise an questioning eyebrow, leaning toward his secretary. His creepy expression still onto his face.

" Why so, Yagiri-chan? Am I growing on you by any chance? "

Namie would let an annoyed huff, drawing herself further into the chair as Izaya leaned in.

" I was kicked out of my apartment. Most likely, some idiot told the police that the person next to my apartment is a drug diller. When the cops came, they tried knocking on my door, but I played as if I wasn't home. They were there for a whole day and night, so I didn't get much sleep. Now that person is put under the police's eye for one month. "

Realizing that her gaze was focused on her lap, she quickly snapped it back to Izaya, a nervous glint in her eyes. The man would out-stretch a hand to play with a stray lock of her hair. Stiffening into the chair as the action was done, she would patiently wait for the information broker's answer.

" Okay. "

Now it was Namie's turn to rise an eyebrow. Okay? So easily? Coming from Izaya's mouth, it sounded too untrustful. And there wasn't that usual glint in his eyes when he was laying. There had to -

" But. "

Here it comes.

" I want fatty tuna every morning. "

Now rising both of her eyebrows, Namie wanted to laugh. Fatty tuna? This was way too easy. And maybe it explained everything. Of course Izaya wouldn't want something more.. Ehm from her. And he was crazy for fatty tuna. Letting a short, mindless giggle, the scientist would let a ghost of a smile run across her lips.

" Sure, Izaya. "

At least now he will eat the food she made without asking if it was poisonous.

(c) Darkie Shadower 01/08/2016il