Babysitting
Disclaimer: Don't own Durarara!
Characters: Izaya, Namie, Bratty OC
Genre: Humor
A/N: I'M SO SORRY! Yes, I know I haven't updated for a month, but life and summer assignments got to me and they just wouldn't let me go! I'M SO SORRY! To all those of you out there who I've told that I'll update long ago and broke my promise, GOMENASAI!
I could write a whole chapter of how sorry this lousy author is, but instead I'll give you this chapter as a compensation!
Here it is, the long awaited update!
"So you've finally turned to kidnapping, Izaya?"
Namie eyed the child who was holding hands with her boss in front of her.
"No Namie, this is babysitting! This is Sayu, from next door." He turned to the girl, "Sayu, introduce yourself to the mean lady."
"Who are you calling mea-"
The girl, without realizing that the two were having a mini argument, grinned at Namie, "Nice to meet you! I'm Sayu Shirakin. I'm six and soon be seven next month!
...
"Really Izaya, what are you going to scheme with this six year old child?"
"I told you, I'm babysitting!"
Namie was still having a hard time believing him, "Return her before you sully her mind or anything."
"Namie, you just have a hard time with children that aren't your brother, right?"
"...No." But indeed it was true, she can't stand other children; they were just so... different.
"Then why?" Izaya pouted.
...If he'd just stop pestering her.
"Fine, just stop annoying me."
"Yes!" Izaya pumped his fist in the air. He kneeled down in front of the girl, "Heard that, Sayu? Izaya onii-san can play with you!"
The girl hugged him and smiled, "Thank you, Namie onee-chan!"
Namie smiled back. She could get used to being called "onee-chan" by a kid once in a while. Somehow, Namie felt that girl seemed like Seiji when he was younger, in a way.
"But in one condition, Izaya."
"What?"
"Don't get her involved in your work."
"Can do!"
"And stop pouting, it's not good for her."
Izaya narrowed his eyebrows, "That makes it two-" Namie glared at him. "Fine."
Namie is going to enjoy this day a lot.
It's only been an hour and Namie thought she was the only one who couldn't stand the child.
"Sayu, stop messing with my desk!"
That makes it two then.
"But Izaya onee-chan, it's soooo boring!" Sayu lay on the table and sprawled her arms and legs, knocking the documents, and nearlymade his computer fall to the ground.
"Sayu!" Namie shouted before she could knock over Izaya's cup of coffee. She had a stack of papers to file, and she had no time for cleaning.
"What?"
"Get off the table."
"But-"
"NOW."
The girl curled her lips, and her eyes watered.
"Sayu."
She started to bawl.
"Oh great, you made her cry!"
Forget about her thinking the girl resembled Seiji, Sayu just reminded her a lot of Izaya.
"Izaya, how much longer...?"
"Two hours."
The both of them put their heads on the table and moaned. Namie felt like she was going to faint from the child's rambling, and Izaya just fell asleep of exhaustion on the second his face touched the glass surface.
Sighing, Namie got up to attend to the girl when she ranted that the macaroni and cheese needs more Cheddar.
"Namie onee-chan, play with me."
"Sayu, I'm working."
The girl turned to the still sleeping Izaya.
"Izaya onii-chan-"
"He's resting, don't disturb him."
"But I'm bored!"
Namie sighed, if anyone was going to suddenly barge into their apartment and kidnap the girl, now was the time.
"Go watch TV or something."
"There's nothing on!"
"Play with your dolls then."
"I don't have any!"
Namie rubbed her forehead with her finger tips. Seeing that she didn't reply, the child was beginning to sulk.
A headache was coming if the girl doesn't stop, Namie was sure of that.
"Let's play hide and seek then."
Sayu's eyes glimmered and stopped crying at the mention of the game, "Okay!"
Namie forced a grin, "You'll hide, and I'll seek, how about that?"
Without another word, the girl rushed off to find a hiding place in the apartment.
Namie started to count, "One, two, three, four..." when she knew the girl was out of sight, she halted, and sighed in relieve.
After all, the trick was for Sayu to hide, and Namie to not seek.
"Namie...?"
Izaya woke up from his slumber, a little shocked when he saw Namie quietly working on the desk, and Sayu sitting in front of the TV silently when the girl realized she realized she wasn't going to be found at all.
"You owe me a lot, Izaya."
Izaya smirked, "I know." Deciding to ask Namie how she got the child stop wrecking havoc around the house later, Izaya got up and walked beside his secretary.
They both finally got a moment of peace to finish their work after the whole ordeal.
Ding-Dong
"Izaya, go get the door."
Izaya dragged himself to the door, opened to find Sayu's mother standing outside.
"Mrs. Shirakin, I'm so glad your here," Izaya called out for Sayu, who obediently came to meet her mother.
"My Sayu-chan was such an angel today, wasn't she?" She carried her daughter, and grinned.
When Izaya was about to reply, "No, she was a devil that came to destroy our lives", the woman in front of him continued, "You, on the other hand, Mr. Orihara, need more morals!" She pointed at his documents that were scattered on the floor, "Look at this dump! If my Sayu was to live here, I don't even know what she'll end up being. Someone like a rat like you, that's for sure! Come on, Sayu, let's g-"
Izaya slammed the door.
Ignoring the "how rude" that came from the other side of the door, Izaya turned to Namie.
"I'm never going to have children."
Without looking up from her crumpled documents, Namie nodded.
A/N: Whew, I'm done. Anyway, I've got the next chapter written, and it'll be out within this week. Beware though, it's going to be shoooort, because short fics are fun to write!
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