Author's notes: Well hello there, haven't seen this story update in a while. That because I lost all interest in it. It went the wrong way and some scenes that were supposed to last chapters only lasted two or so, shortening the story…and then I lost inspiration for it…and I even had a plan about how everything is going to turn out…but I forgot it…always write down your scripts kids, trust me you won't regret it. Well since I'm totally bored with this story and I have enough on my plate, this will be the end, sorry for disappointing, you were great audience and thank you every and each one of you who reviewed, followed or favorited (or my favorite combination of all three). Anywise sorry for the sucky ending, I don't own anything and goodbye~

Izaya yawned softly into his legs. He was curled up in the bath tub, tired as ever with Namie washing his hair. Shinra came that day and took the last bits of Saika away and Izaya did not feel good. He felt exhausted, completely drained, he could barely hold his eyes open, but he didn't want to fall asleep and cause Namie more trouble. Namie softly hummed as she covered his hair with shampoo, trying to return the old shine too his withered hair.

"Izaya, honey, are you feeling alright? You've been awfully quiet." She asked wordily. It was unusual for Izaya to be this quiet; he was a bubbly, hyper ad happy boy, always open for a conversation.

"I'm okay. I'm just tired a bit." He yawned once again, burying his head in his wet arms, longing for a moment when he will be allowed to go to sleep.

"Don't worry, I'm almost done and then you can go to sleep." She whispered, kissing his forehead.

Izaya smiled, looking up sleepily with half-lidded eyes as Namie caressed his face lovingly. She turned up the water, making sure to wash away all the soap from the sleepy boy. Izaya dipped his head down and closed his eyes so he wouldn't get any soap in them. He enjoyed all the attention and love he was given. He felt so safe here with Namie, under her watchful eye in her loving arms. She took a big, fluffy, blue towel and wrapped him up, helping him to get out of the tub. He sat on the edge of the tub and Namie smiled at him as she dried his hair. She never cared about him like this. When they were younger she would help Seiji bath and often leave Izaya out of it, except if he needed to get her some things that she forgot. She never cared about him like this and he utterly enjoyed it.

"Your hair looks ridicules." She laughed at his spiked up hair and he returned the laugh even though he was too exhausted to laugh properly.

She helped him dress himself and get to her room.

"Namie?" he tilted his head confused.

"You are sleeping with me tonight. I have to keep an eye out for any reactions." She said sternly, laying him down on her bed.

"Oh, okay." He yawned, to tired to fight.

Besides he didn't want to fight. He never slept in the same bed as Namie before and he was very happy that he was allowed to that now. He must have been very good if he deserved such a treat. Izaya yawned softly as Namie sat next to him and picked up his head, nesting it into her lap. He smiled tiredly as her long fingers caressed his hair. They felt like silk on his cheeks as Namie petted him to sleep.

"You are such a good boy Izaya. You're my good boy." Her voice rung like a lullaby to his ears as her fingers trailed the line of his lips.

Izaya surrendered to sleep and Namie smiled, watching her little pet so cutely curled up in her lap. Izaya's lips were parted just a bit and his chest gently fell up and down. His porcelain skin was contrasted beautifully by his raven hair. He was truly the most beautiful of all the dolls her uncle ever brought her. She brought her little pet higher in her lap, making the sleeping boy sit in her lap, while his head rested on her shoulder. She hugged him, smelling the sweat smell of shampoo in his skin and hair. After being groomed and cleaned, his hair has retrieved its previous shine and silky softness, his skin once again being spotlessly clean and untouched.

She loved him.

She loved her little doll.

Her beautiful little doll.

She fell asleep caressing him, showing him how much she cared about him.

-Next morning-

Namie woke up to the smell of breakfast coming from downstairs. Izaya was gone, silent as a whisper, to attend to his chores. Izaya's inner clock must have warned him that Namie was awake, because in the second he was up the stairs with the platter of food and a cup of tea in his arms.

"Good morning Namie~" Izaya's always cheerful voice echoed through the room as he bounced his way to her bed, miraculously not spilling anything; "I brought you breakfast~"

"Thank you Izaya." She smiled at the happy boy and took the platter from him.

While she ate, she watched Izaya who was sitting on the edge of her bed. He seemed as happy and optimistic as ever. Since Saika was removed from his brain she expected some huge changes in his personality. But then again, that would make no sense. Saika or no Saika, Izaya is still that what he was raised to be, her loyal lap dog. The only difference is…there is no more Saika to force him to love her…

She felt an each in her heart at that thought, at the thought that Izaya won't love her any more then any other servant. She got used to his unconditional love, his undying faithfulness. But now…now that Saika is not there anymore, what reason does he have to love her, to…to stay with her. Her family destroyed his life; he never got to grow up like a normal child, what reason did he have to stay by her side?

None.

Absolutely none.

And that broke her heart.

"Namie, why are you sad?"

She was shaken out of her daze by his worried whisper and she glanced at him, her eyes meeting those ever worried rubies of his. She smiled at him, assuring the younger one that it's nothing important, that she is alright. He smiled happily, relieved that she is okay. How long will that last? How long until that smile disappears and he starts questioning his loyalty to her? How long until he finally leaves her?

Months?

Weeks?

Days?

Her hand shook from sadness, for she knew that she won't be able to watch him grow to hate her, to watch him leave her. How could something like this happen? How could she fall in love with the boy who served her for the biggest parts of their lives? She always believed that this was the kind of thing that only happened in movies or romance novels that she so proudly made fun of. She never, ever imagined that something like this could happen in real life, to her nonetheless.

She didn't realize that she was crying until she felt Izaya's finger whip the tear away as gently as possible. He scooted over to her, his maroon eyes full of concern, and leaned in, his face only millimeters away from hers. She felt a sweet smell of boiled rice still lingering around him and her heart almost stopped at the closeness they shared.

"Namie, why are you crying?" he asked concerned, looking at her with those puppy like eyes that ever so innocently called her in.

She smiled at him again and he smiled back, unsure of why is she crying and smiling at the same time. Her hand found it's away into his soft hair, like a million times before, but this time it did not stop there. It pulled the boy down and their lips met. She saw his surprised look melt away in pure bliss as he closed his eyes and she let herself be taken away too. She enjoyed the taste of his lips that ever so slightly moved against her, in his own shy way. She smiled into the kiss, thinking of how innocent he was, how sweet and childlike. She was entranced by his taste and smell, all of her senses telling her that this is right, that this is how it's supposed to be.

Just him and her.

No more rules or cruelty.

Just their love.

Their endless love.

Love purer from anything in this world.

They separated, softly gasping for breath, still entranced by each other as she settled in his lap, her head on his chest. He was smiling in her hair, looking into her eyes as they both floated in bliss.

"I love you Namie."

"I love you Izaya."