A/N: Another random drabble that's been finished for a good month now. Somehow I totally forgot about it and the document has just been sitting in my computer waiting for me, but now that I've found it...well here it is. I hope you all enjoy it and thanks for all the reviews so far. You guys rock.

Warnings: This chapter is a little shorter than the two previous drabbles.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara.

Chapter 3

Sleeping Beauty

A month has passed since the Russia Sushi Incident, as it came to be known throughout the land of Ikebekuro, Japan. Actually, to be more precise, it became known as the Russia Sushi Incident only in the dull and lackluster land of Namie Yagari's mind.

In any case, while Izaya had been adamant about teasing her over her reaction to his so-called "diabolical actions", time had moved on and the two of them slowly allowed the kiss they shared to drift away from their minds somewhat.

That is, until the day Izaya decided that he was going to take a shot at being romantic.

While most days at his apartment/office started out with the sociopathic genius yelling or acting like an immature child, on this day, Namie awoke from her slumber when the fresh smell of bacon and omelets traveled through her room. Upon smelling the aroma she blinked her brown eyes lazily, certain that she was dreaming of the times when she could wake up and have breakfast waiting for her on the bedside table of the grand and immaculate apartment she lived in before the disaster with Mikado Reyugamine.

Namie was still waiting for the day when she could strangle the teen for throwing her life into a tailspin...

"Good morning Namie-chan!"

"Gaaaaaaaaah!" The scream echoed in the small room as Namie sat up abruptly. The motion accompanied with being half asleep ended up sending the poor woman tumbling out of bed. If that weren't enough, along with hitting the carpeted floor she accidentally knocked over the lamp on the nightstand with her hand, causing a loud crash to fill the room with more needless sound.

All the while, the flea just laughed at her predicament. He didn't even care that the lamp had shattered or that a few of the fragments were dangerously close to Namie's arms and head, though at this point the young woman was pretty sure the fragments would be more dangerous to Izaya if the violent images of her slashing him with the glass over and over were any indicator.

"Oh Namie-chan if only you could have seen what I saw..." Izaya trailed off for a moment, pressing a button on his brand new camera-phone. "And with any luck you'll get to watch it by the end of the day..." A wide grin crossed his features as he paused for dramatic effect before proclaiming, "...on the internet."

The woman just groaned. "That's it. I'm finding a way to kill that Mikado kid today and after, Izaya Orihara will be my next target. Seriously, what am I still doing here? I don't need this idiot to survive anymore. I can hide myself from the police just fine by myself..."

"Anyway, since your food is almost always tasteless, I decided to make breakfast this morning."

Namie groaned again, barely lifting her head from off the floor. "Izaya, what the heck are you doing in my room?"

Izaya laughed, almost cackled as he bounded over to the side of bed where Namie was still sprawled out in an undignified heap. His maroon eyes quickly glanced over her, taking in the loose grey t-shirt, black drawstring sweat-pants, and the atrocious state of her normally sleek brown hair.

"My, my, don't you look sexy Namie."

Namie puffed out a breath, causing a few strands of her hair to blow away from her face momentarily. "I'd look better if you didn't randomly show up in my room. Answer the question Orihara. What are you doing in my room?"

"What are you doing on my floor?" Izaya asked, slowly lowering himself to said floor. He extended his hand, but Namie wasn't about to accept any help from him. Without a word or retort she slowly lifted herself up from the mess, making sure to avoid the porcelain glass surrounding her.

Unfortunately, Namie didn't get a chance to react to Izaya's next action.

With a motion she didn't catch, Izaya picked up a particularly jagged piece of glass. In the next second he pressed his hand to her shoulder, forcing her against the bedpost as he brought the piece near her neck.

"You've got to be kidding me with this," Namie muttered, her eyes barely darting to the glass he held dangerously close to her skin. "Izaya, I'm really not in the mood today. You've already scared me half to death, can we give it a rest?"

Izaya smirked. "Maybe...if you kiss me."

Namie stared at him blankly. Her face was completely devoid of all emotion, but in her head...

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Her day was definitely not starting off well. First a terrible wake-up call and now this madness. Izaya had complete and total control of the crazy situation the poor woman had stumbled upon, as per usual. With him being the unbalanced character that he was, Namie knew he wouldn't hesitate to slice her up until she begged him to stop. Being put out of her misery didn't sound like such a bad idea in theory but with Izaya being the one to bring it about...she was fairly certain he'd drag out her pain just like he did every other day.

Then again, this seemed like a good opportunity to really mess him up.

Through gritted teeth, Namie choked out a fine, glaring at the piece of glass like she normally would in a situation like this, telling Izaya with her eyes that she hated him with every fiber of her being.

Izaya smirked. "Giving in so easily Namie? I must say, that's a little surprising."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," Namie thought, faking a smile for him. "Maybe I'm succumbing to your charm..." she trailed off, it was too much. He'd never buy it.

And on cue, Izaya let go, laughing maniacally the whole time. "You're a terrible actress, Namie-chan." He laughed again as he danced toward the door. "I'm starting to wonder if you're good at anything."

"And I'm starting to wonder if you'll ever stop being a pain," Namie fired back, pulling herself to her feet. Unfortunately, she ended up stepping on one of the pieces of glass.

Izaya stopped outside the door upon hearing her cry out. A sly smirk was still on his face, but there was a hint of concern within his maroon eyes as he backtracked into the bedroom. Namie sat down on the bed again with her left leg bent over her right knee. Her jaw was locked in a tense frown, her teeth gritted as she held her foot in both hands.

"Did my sleeping beauty prick her toe?" His eyes followed the blood as it dripped on the white sheets.

"Can I hit you?" Namie asked, glaring straight at him as he walked into the bathroom connected to the room.

"If you did I'd have to hit you back," Izaya stated, rummaging through the cabinet for tweezers. Briefly he wondered if he should check on the breakfast first...it was still cooking after all.

Meanwhile, Namie was biting down on her tongue. Her foot stung painfully, but she wasn't going to complain while the demon was in the room. Namie had lost a lot of things during her time with Izaya, her dignity, sanity, and self-worth as a woman being the top three. However, there was one thing Namie held onto for dear life and that was her pride.

For this reason, Namie wasn't about to plead for Izaya's help. She didn't want it nor need it. All she needed was for him to get out of the room so she could tend to her bleeding foot by herself. Doing so won't be easy. There's sure to be a lot of hopping involved, but Namie didn't care. Hopping or no hopping, Namie was determined to take care of herself by herself.

Now if Izaya would just leave the room...

"There we go!" Izaya proclaimed, smiling broadly as he came back into the room with the tweezers, a bottle of peroxide, a small hand towel, and bandages. "Now I can get that piece of glass out of your foot."

Namie hung her head in exasperation. "Izaya, I don't need your help..."

"This is my apartment," he cut in, plopping down next to her. "I pay for it which means I have the right to do whatever pleases me here." With that said he reached toward her bleeding foot with his right hand. Namie tried pulling away, but Izaya would have none of it, even going so far as to painfully yank her injured foot onto his lap.

By that point, Namie was too frustrated to even protest. Izaya was going to do what he wanted. Her consent to anything was of no consequence. That was how the man operated and he wasn't about to change, especially not for someone as predictable and lackluster as he claimed she was.

For a moment the young woman's frown deepened. Was she actually letting his words get to her now? Was she beginning to care about his opinions?

"How ridiculous."

She glanced down at her small foot in his hands. He had already removed the piece of glass protruding from her skin, now he was just tending the wound itself, rubbing the peroxide over her foot with the hand towel to clean off the blood. Her brown eyes studied his maroon orbs as he continued working in silence, a rarity she should have tried enjoying. He looked calm, almost at peace as he began to wrap bandages around her foot.

"There." He smiled, appraising Namie's foot as if it were a work of art now that he had altered its appearance. "You're all fixed up Namie-chan."

Namie started to say something, possibly give her thanks to the man who had put her in this predicament to begin with, but the words stopped cold in her throat. For that she was grateful.

Without warning Izaya reached out to grab her again. Namie attempted to escape, but he simply scooped her up in his arms and lifted her up from the bed.

"You're so mean," he stated, an annoyed tone to his voice as the woman continued to struggle against him. "Did your parents not teach you manners when they were alive?"

"Hey, drop the family thing alright," Namie blurted, an angry blush on her face. "I shouldn't have to thank you. After all, you're the reason I'm injured at all."

"Maybe so, but I could have left you to tend to the injury on your own," Izaya answered, carrying her down the stairs. "Now, be a good little woman and shut your mouth. I've gone through a great amount of trouble to prepare you breakfast this morning."

Namie groaned. "You know, I think you take pleasure in ruining my life."

Izaya, having grown tired of Namie's complaints, simply dropped the woman as soon as he reached the bottom floor.

"GAH!" Namie fell face first into the floor, causing her already sore foot to ache and the rest of her body to scream out in agony. Glaring up she barely caught sight of Izaya stepping over her as he made his way to the kitchen. If she had the energy, she'd march into the kitchen, grab some kind of weapon, whether it be a frying pan or a giant pot, and hit him over the head with it until his head exploded is a mess of blood and brain matter before her eyes.

Such wasn't likely to happen, but a girl can dream.

Once on her knees, Namie screamed out in an angry torrent of madness, the words making no amount of sense even as she pushed herself up to her feet. Her foot throbbed, but she paid it no mind as she marched into the kitchen, ready to make her dream a reality.

But she stopped at the entryway, the sight and smell of heavy smoke deflating the hot air balloon of anger that was ready to sail into the sky.

Seconds later, Izaya stepped out, the pan with the burned omelets stacked within. His expression was a mixture of annoyance and...embarrassment?

Namie blinked, watching as a small blush rose on his cheeks. Having a camera-phone would have been perfect for this moment, but alas, she was unprepared again.

Still, for a split second, with the blush on his face and a smoking frying pan in his hands, he actually looked a little handsome. Not that she'd ever admit it to herself. She already loved someone else and there was no way she was ever going to fall for the devil named Izaya Orihara.

Even so, for the first time in a long while, she smiled.

"I think we'll have to go out for breakfast today Namie-chan..."

A/N: And that ends this one. If you guys want more drabbles for this couple, tell me so. It may take me a while, but as long as I don't run out of ideas, I'll keep updating this story at my snail-like pace. Feel free to send in some ideas you guys might want to see. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day.