A/N: Well, I changed my mind about leaving this story at a one-shot. Instead, I've decided to add more chapters to the mix. (Apparently I have a problem with starting new stories without finishing my old ones. Thankfully, this is a drabble, so I'll let you know that my updates to this won't usually be this quick. I have no set plan for this story. All I know is that I'll keep putting out drabbles until I run out of ideas.) Enjoy!
Warning: This chapter is meant to eliminate the fourth wall.
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara.
Chapter 2
Let's Topple the Fourth Wall!
Ikebekuro, Russia Sushi.
5:00 p.m.
Pale hands were balled up into tight fists atop the surface of the chestnut table.
This craziness was supposed to be a one-shot.
Namie decided that she may as well topple the fourth wall to the ground, burn it, and dance on the ashes. Of all the places she expected to be, she ended up getting zapped into another chapter of a pointless fanfiction story that was clearly not going to receive any profits.
Being tricked into close proximity with Izaya Orihara had been one thing, but this was something else altogether. Instead of allusive storytelling that left this embarrassing situation at a decent point, the crazy authoress had decided-on a whim mind you-to completely abandon her other works of so called "fanfiction art" to concentrate on documenting the fall of Namie Yagari. The crazy lady didn't even wait to see if anyone actually liked what she had written earlier. Of course, Namie realized all too well that such wouldn't have made much difference. At the end of the day, she was acutely aware that she was stuck in this madness with no where to run or hide. Apparently she was a slave to insanity and in more ways than one to boot.
Izaya had called a few hours earlier, instructing that she meet him at Russia Sushi at four-thirty. During the short conversation he reminded her to change her attire and to have breath mints and chewing gum on hand. She attempted to yell at him for his audacity, but he hung up before she could say anything else, the chorus of Shizuo Heiwajima screaming "IZAYA" echoing in her ears just as the connection broke off.
Namie loathed being at the mercy of two insane people, but she allowed it, knowing that if she didn't there would be a one-way ticket to jail. She almost laughed, finding that the prospect was actually starting to sound appealing to her. At the very least she'd be able to extract herself from stupid situations like this if she were to be placed in such confinement.
The young woman attempted to make the best of her circumstances, giving into Izaya's request of dressing up. After taking a shower and brushing her teeth, twice, she threw on a sea green halter dress that hung gracefully above her knees and a light-weight white shrug over her otherwise exposed shoulders. She blow dried her long brown locks and then pulled it all into a high ponytail. With evident reluctance in her expression she painted her lips a light pink and dusted her cheeks lightly with blush. Silver studs adorned her ears and simple white pumps were placed on her feet, completing the outfit.
A light scowl was on her face as she appraised herself in the mirror. She felt pretty confident in her attire but she was also confident that Izaya would find something wrong with it and her breath no matter how many times she brushed her teeth or chewed on a mint.
Izaya's words and opinions didn't faze her in the slightest anymore, but she wasn't about to invite him to say something ridiculous in a crowded restaurant. She still had an image to maintain despite the fact that she was a wanted woman. With a shrug she let out a sigh, relieved in knowing that this "date" was just a one time thing.
Of course, knowing this did not help anything when she arrived at Russia Sushi at the appointed time. The insane informant was nowhere to be seen, but the resturant owner, Simon, immediately seated her at a reserved table...no a booth...a big circular booth.
Namie suddenly had the distinct feeling that Izaya was about to pull some kind of prank on her.
She ordered an iced tea and waited, checking her watch every few minutes and glancing back at the entrance for any signs of the rude sociopath. The young woman was both relieved and annoyed each time he didn't appear in her line of sight.
Her foot tapped on the carpeted floor impatiently when thirty minutes went by with her sitting alone in a giant booth sipping at tea. She glanced at her watch once more, a vein threatening to pop out of her skull as an angry blush rose on her cheeks.
"I should have known something like this would have happened," she muttered, glaring at the watch now. "That's just like him. He orchestrates this whole stupid mess and then stands me up. Well, isn't that splendid."
Though the words were laced with sarcasm, Namie figured that him standing her up wasn't such a bad thing. In fact, she could leave and find Seiji, maybe even spend some quality time with him...
But that time would never come for when she least expected it, Izaya appeared, yelling out her name with more enthusiasm than necessary.
"NAMIE-CHAN!"
The woman lifted her gaze and nearly gasped when she noted that Izaya Orihara, wearing his usual outfit, was not alone.
Brown eyes locked on the runt, Mikado Reyuganime, first. The desire to leap across the room and choke the life out of him surfaced in Namie's mind, but she shoved it aside, opting to shift her gaze to the girl standing next to him. She was a pale girl with short raven locks that framed her cute face. Her eyes were a chestnut brown, at times the irises appearing to be red when the light hit them just right. Both of them were wearing Raira uniforms, having obviously just come from school. In seconds, Izaya's plan became clear.
Someone should have mentioned it to her. Someone should have warned her that this was to be the outcome, but no warning would have made any difference. Clearly she was helpless, stuck in an awkward situation and struggling between wanting to beat the crap out of Izaya or stab Mikado over and over for being the cause of her misfortune to begin with. Giving into either temptation would bring about torment, but Namie was fairly certain that it couldn't be any worse than this.
"A double date," she fumed inwardly, attempting to keep her expression neutral. "Somehow in the span of a few hours, that maniac convinced the runt and his little girlfriend to go on a double date with us...he must have planned this all along and I completely fell for it. Ha! What a treat! Truly this is a splendid idea!"
Sarcasm was of no help to Namie now but it certainly made dealing with the situation in front of her easier.
Izaya sat down next to her, grinning that sadistic grin once again. "Why, don't you look nice Namie-chan. You didn't have to dress up for me."
I'm going to kill him somehow, someway, someday! "Thank you very much Izaya." The words were spoken through gritted teeth, clearly indicating how infuriated she was at him for dragging her into whatever scheme he was planning for the two teens sitting across from them.
Namie never expected what happened next.
"Hi Izaya!"
The former leader of the Yagari pharmaceuticals hung her head, a dark and bleak rain cloud threatening to spontaneously appear above her.
"Not him," she thought, ready to smack her head on the table over and over. "Not a former subordinate. Why! Why I ask you!?"
Shinra Kishitani smiled broadly as he moved toward the table with Celty Sterluson a couple paces behind him. Shinra wore his usual lab coat over his clothes while Celty wore her black jump suit and yellow helmet.
Namie suddenly felt WAY over dressed for whatever was supposed to be going on here. Surely it couldn't be a triple date. Seriously, who does that?
Answer: none other than Izaya Orihara.
"Miss Yagari?" There was a confused expression on Shinra's face as he tilted his head to the side. After adjusting his glasses he peered at his former boss. "It is you! Wow, you look different. So, you're Izaya's girlfriend?"
"What!" Namie exclaimed, her gaze flying to the man next to her, noting the soft chuckles that were sure to burst into full-blown laughter at any given moment.
"Namie-chan is shy about our relationship," he stated, tilting his head as he peered at her. There was a dangerous glint to those maroon eyes of his, as if daring her to say differently.
Namie groaned, crossing her arms over her chest. "He tricked me into this." Her gaze traveled to an anime poster on the tan colored walls. "But I can assure all of you that this will not happen again."
Izaya sighed, his movements quick as he leaned his head on her shoulder, inhaling as he spoke. "Now Namie-chan, that's a cruel thing to say. Don't you love me?"
"No," she stated bluntly, rolling her eyes and focusing in on the teenage couple. "So, I presume that Izaya invited you two here?"
Mikado blushed. "Well uh, I wanted to take Anri out on...a date...but uh...well I..."
The sound of Celty's fingers dancing across the keys of her PDA interrupted him. [Mikado was nervous, so he asked for advice on what to do from me and Izaya.] She typed some more words before showing Namie the screen once more. [Why he asked Izaya about women is beyond me.]
Namie couldn't help but laugh at that.
[In any case, Izaya came up with the plan of a double date. Normally Masaomi and Saki would be the candidates for such a thing, but since they are unavailable, Shinra and I decided to fill in.] She paused, typing again. [Izaya invited himself and told us about his "girlfriend". We didn't believe him, but he was adamant about proving it, so he invited himself and well, you Namie, turning this into a triple date.] The face of Celty's helmet turned toward Anri, noting her clear discomfort of being anywhere near Izaya. Namie noted it too, but she wasn't really surprised. Izaya made just about everyone feel that way.
Izaya sat up fully again, casually flinging his arm behind Namie's shoulders. She tensed at his touch, clearly annoyed, but he ignored her and gazed at the youngest couple. "I had to check in on old friends. Is that so wrong?" His gaze lingered on Anri for a moment. She met his gaze head on unflinchingly. Namie raised a brow in curiosity but decided that the questions in her mind could wait until another time. It was a bit difficult to concentrate with the weight of Izaya's arm on the forefront of her mind.
Mikado laughed nervously, sweat practically pouring from his brow. "No, checking in on friends is good."
"Good," the informant replied, gesturing for Simon to come to their table. "Are you all ready to order."
"I sure am," Shinra stated, rubbing his stomach as a bright smile lit up his face. "I'm famished."
Anri and Mikado nodded, opting to keep silent. Celty just shrugged. Eating was out of the question for her.
Namie hadn't even looked at the menu. She tried reaching for it, but Izaya's unoccupied hand was faster and he grabbed the menu before she could, a devilish smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth just as Simon appeared before them.
"Good evening and welcome one and all to Russia Sushi," the ebony skinned man bellowed, his smile bright. "I see all of my best customers are all seated at one table. May I ask the occasion."
"It's a triple date Simon," Izaya stated, his smirk widening as his grip painfully tightened on Namie's shoulder. The woman grimaced a bit but kept her annoyance to herself for the moment. There was really no arguing with the idiot once he made up his mind about a situation...especially with that insane grip of his.
There was a reason why Izaya was the only man who could combat Shizuo on a daily basis...and not get the crap beat out of him.
"Sounds wonderful," Simon stated, his smile bright enough to blind somebody. His gaze traveled around the table and settled on the youngest couple. "Ah, love so sweet, is it not?"
Mikado and Anri both blushed at the statement and Shinra started on a happy rant about how his love for Celty was far above any love that had ever existed and other such nonsense. Celty jabbed him in the ribs playfully and Shinra laughed, commenting on how he was glad she didn't use her full strength.
Through the entire exchange, Namie felt bile rising up in her throat. This was all too cheesy to be natural. Besides that, Izaya was eyeing her with a twinkle in his maroon eyes. She truly detested it when he looked at her with that expression.
The occurences of Izaya staring at her were frequent. Namie could tolerate those stares for they were usually focused on analyzing what might be going on in her head or picking out her imperfections one by one before stating them out loud.
But the stare he was giving her now was different in a way that put annoying butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Only one person was supposed to put those butterflies there and it certainly was not Izaya Orihara.
Namie was so preoccupied with her glowering thoughts about how she was going to murder the always prevalent thorn in her side that she almost didn't notice when Simon asked her what she desired to eat.
"Um..." Namie trailed off, inwardly cursing herself for allowing Izaya to take that stupid menu.
"We will both have the Russian/Italian Super Special Awesome Sushi Surprise," Izaya cut in, his grip lessening on her shoulder as he spoke. The smile on his face softened despite the loud enthusiasm in his voice. That odd look in his eyes intensified, making the butterflies in Namie's stomach skyrocket.
"Why does he keep looking at me like that?" she wondered, willing her expression to stay in its neutral place despite the flush of anger welling up inside of her. "He must be doing it just to spite me."
Simon chuckled. "Excellent choice Izaya. We will have all of your orders ready in a few minutes."
With that the ebony skinned Russian left to attend to other customers. As soon as he left, conversation filled the table, mainly Izaya teasing the youngest couple to no end and Shinra attempting to give them "the talk". It wasn't five minutes before Anri and Mikado were both beet red.
Namie and Celty had a seperate conversation from the rest of the table, one that Izaya kept tabs on despite pretending to be absorbed in the humorous display in front of him.
Celty fingers danced across the screen before she showed her PDA to Namie once more. [I'm sure you're going to hate my saying this, but I actually think you and Izaya look kind of nice together. If Izaya weren't...well Izaya...I'd recommend the relationship for sure. He seems to really care about you.]
Namie scoffed, her eyes narrowing in avid disgust at the mere prospect. "Not a chance. I already have someone."
[Really?] Celty withdrew her PDA to type some more. [What kind of person is he? Is he anything like Izaya?]
"The complete opposite," Namie stated, a blush rising on her face as she thought of Seiji. "He's kind, brave, loyal..." she trailed off a bit, the memory of Mika Harima entering her mind for a moment. "He's completely devoted the one he loves."
Celty nodded her makeshift head. [He certainly sounds nice. Still, I'm not sure if Izaya will let it slide. When he wants something, he doesn't stop until he gets it. You might want to look out for this guy of yours.]
Namie gave a nod, knowing that the words she wanted to say couldn't come out of her mouth with Izaya within earshot. She would do everything in her power to protect Seiji. She didn't care if the crazy informant came after her with his switch blade. She would stand in between him and her brother no matter the cost.
Still, if what Celty was saying carried any weight, then Izaya wouldn't be inclined to hurt the person that mattered most to her...not unless it served his best interest in the end.
The rest of the evening went on fairly normally, much to the surprise of everyone involved. After eating a wondrously good meal, everyone parted. Mikado and Anri started off toward the theater for a late movie. Celty and Shinra drove off into the night, either to go stargazing or to just go back to their apartment.
As for Izaya and Namie...
Namie shifted uncomfortably as she walked beside the informant, glancing at him from the corner of her eye as others passed them by. They walked in silence, a sign that made the young woman all the more nervous.
"Hey, Namie-chan."
She caught the sigh of relief threatening to spill out of her throat before answering him. "What is it?"
His maroon gaze hardened as his pace slowed, one of his hands grabbing her wrist without any warning. Namie gasped in surprise, balling up her fists to hit him, but Izaya's movements were too fast for her to react properly. Her hand struck out towards his face only to miss completely as he wrapped both of his arms around her, closing the distance between their faces in a flash. Namie's outstretched hand landed on his shoulder just as his lips roughly crashed onto her hers.
Her brown eyes blinked wildly, unable to process the feeling of his lips on hers at first. She stood limply, her arms lifeless as he pulled her body closer to his.
Namie's eyes were still open wide when Izaya brought up one of his hands to cup the left side of her face. His fingers softly caressed her pale skin, sending shivers up and down her spine. Her eyes finally slipped closed as the butterflies in her stomach consumed her, sending the poor woman into oblivion as he continued to rob her of air.
Another minute passed before he finally released her, leaving her exhaling loudly as an angry blush rose over her cheeks.
"What the heck was that flea!" she yelled, using one of Shizuo's famous phrases as she struck out to hit him. Izaya dodged the punch easily, a laugh pouring out of him like clockwork when his hand locked around her wrist once more. Namie tried to escape as Izaya's arms snaked around her once more, but it was no use. That guy had an iron grip.
His lips, those oh so tempting lips came to her ear as he spoke. "You're going to love me Namie-chan. I guarantee that you will before this year ends."
"After that little stunt you'll be lucky if I don't try killing you in your sleep," she replied, her hands tightening around his biceps. "Let go of me."
He completely ignored her request instead choosing to draw nearer. "I'll make you forget all about him. That boy doesn't deserve you, heck, he doesn't even want you. He's already found his love and it's not you Namie-chan. It never will be."
The words hurt her pride, but she said nothing, opting to bide her time and wait until the psycho let go. She'd be sure to show him just how she felt about his words then.
"It doesn't really matter though," he muttered, the words sounding almost as sweet as honey. "By the time I'm through with you, there'll be no hope of remembering why he meant anything to you at all." He chuckled again. "Besides, Celty said it herself, we make a very beautiful couple."
"You'd be more beautiful with a black eye," Namie stated, turning her gaze to the ground. "Now, would you please be so kind as to get your slimy hands off me. I'd like my personal space back this century if you don't mind."
Izaya shoved against her slightly, sending the young woman stumbling backwards. She would have fallen onto the pavement, but his arms caught her and kept her from bruising her backside.
He grinned, that dangerous look in his eyes again. "Really Namie-chan, I'm not all bad."
"Yeah, sure," she replied, careful not to meet his gaze he steadied her. Once he let go, Namie whirled around, aiming a kick where it hurts the most...
Only for him to catch her ankle with his hands.
His cackling laughter echoed throughout the bustling streets of the city and Namie began to note that a crowd had gathered around them. At this rate, she'd be a youtube sensation in no time and then the cops...oh the cops...they would know exactly where to find her.
"You're a pathetic excuse for a man!" she screamed, losing her temper. "And you are by far the most idiotic creature I've ever met. Do you honestly expect anyone to care about you when you do nothing but antagonize and torture everyone around you? I certainly think not Izaya Orihara and there is no possibility of me ever falling in love with you. Get that through your thick skull!"
"Oooh, you sound so scary Namie-chan," Izaya mocked, his smirk widening as he let go of her ankle. "Just look at the crowd you're drawing. You might want to calm down though, otherwise you'll end up on the news and then where would you be..."
"Oh, shut up!" Namie interrupted, stomping her foot on the sidewalk. "I don't give a flipping tomato if the cops catch me at this point! Anything would be better than spending the rest of my life stuck with a flea like you!"
There was silence for a long moment. During this extended period, Namie breathed in and out, trying her best to replace her shattered mask of indifference. The crowd of people that had started to gather around decided to run off, figuring that this was just a spat between lovers, (good thing Namie can't read minds), and there was nothing interesting about that. People wanted action these days, fights and all that jazz.
As for Izaya, he stood, blinking in shock as if trying to process something. There was actually a very comical look on his face as he continued to stare at Namie as she breathed in and out over and over again with her arms extended away from her body, hands locked into tight fists, and about thirty veins ready to pop out of her head...and was that smoke coming out of her ears now...?
Izaya slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to contain the laughter threatening to spill out of him due to the state of his assistant, but it didn't take long for him to double over in hysterics. Namie growled in response, but that just made him laugh harder.
"You should see your face!" he exclaimed, pointing at her while tears began to pour from his eyes. "You look like a deranged anime character!"
Namie's face glowed red. "I am a deranged anime character you twit! But you...you are ten times worse! Not only are you deranged, but you are cynical, cruel, despicable, enigmatic, and an overall pain in the butt! I can barely stand the sight of you!"
Izaya didn't even hear her, instead he kept on laughing just like he would at anyone else.
Eventually, Namie's anger died down and she let out a sigh, knowing that there was no hope for her anymore. As much as she kept stating that jail was a better fate than being with Izaya, she didn't really want to test that theory. Self-preservation, may her sanity be thrown to the wayside, was still number one in her mind aside from protecting Seiji.
So without another word she passed right by Izaya, praying for the day when Shizuo finally managed to kill him.
Because let's face it, that's the only way she's ever gonna be free.
A/N: And that's chapter number 2. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep going with this or not, but these two chapters have been really fun to write. Thanks to my reviewers and I hope everyone out there has an awesome day. Until next chapter...whenever it comes...see you later!
Reviews are appreciated. (If there are any grammar errors or anything similar to that, let me know and I'll try to fix it.)