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A\N: Neo- Hey you guys~MidnightKat1 and Cookie-Sugar. I love your reviews~ It. Is. So. MOTIVATING. I really, really appreciate them. If you guys have any cute ideas to share, or you wanna see feel free to let me know, okay?

P.S: 'Non fa caso' means 'It is of no importance'

Unequal

Chapter 9: Chefs

Izaya's P.O.V

Tuesday. What a nice day to bother (Y/N). A very nice day indeed. I went to her apartment building and walked up the stairs to her apartment. I'm guessing when she sees me she'll most likely roll her eyes, ask why I'm here, tell me to leave and then I'll ignore her. Most likely.

I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. So I opened the door and stepped inside, but I didn't see anybody in the living room. But I heard some noise in the kitchen. It sounded like ...Latin music? Might I say Spanish? Either way, I walked into the kitchen. I had snickered to myself.

"What are you two doing?"

"...Huh?" (Y/N) asked turning around surprised. Jewell didn't even notice my presence. I guess she was too busy dancing to the beat of the music facing the other way. They both were wearing chef outfits with chef hats, and that was the moment I had to ask myself 'Are they Joking?'

"What're you guys doing?" I asked again.

"We're making Italion food." Jewell said smiling while turning around to face me.

"You're making what?" I asked Jewell while stooping down to her height (although I was still taller)

"We're making Italion food." Jewell said even slower.

"She means we're making Ital-"

"No you shush. I want to see how long she'll go on." I said cutting (Y/N) off. At that moment I had to grin at this little girl.

"Your getting annoying Izaya." Jewell said looking sad at me, then turning around. I just laughed which caused her to smile at me.

"We're making Italian food." (Y/N) said extending her hand out to the ingredients in an attempt to show me prof of their current mission.

"Why?" I asked.

"...I don't... know." (Y/N) answered,

"...But whats with the mustaches?" I asked referring to the fake mustaches (Y/N) and Jewell were wearing.

"...Motivation."

"And the music?"

"Motivation...It's Italian."

"I know.I wanna help~ (Y/N)-Chan."

"You know how to cook Italian food?" (Y/N) asked raising her eyebrow. I just shrugged my shoulders. Never said yes...never said no. "Alright. Grab a mustache and lets get to work."

"You guys have more mustaches?"

"We have six!" Jewell answered me.

"...You could never be too careful." (Y/N) said handing me one. I...I didn't quite understand what she meant by that...But anyway~ I placed it on and the cooking started...this should be fun.

(Y/N) P.O.V

"Mama, you have help now." Jewell said tugging on my shirt.

"Yeah?"

"That means I don't have to actually help you anymore." Jewell said grinning at me?"

"I thought you wanted to be my little helper."

"I was just in it for the cheese mama." She replied to me.

"So your just gonna leave me hanging like that?"

"No mommy, I gonna leave you hanging with Izaya." Jewell said smiling before grabbing a small slice of cheese and running to sit in front of the TV. I stood there with my mouth hung open before Jewell came running back to Izaya and I. She tugged on Izaya's black shirt causing him to stoop down and she whispered, "Don't tell mommy, but, I only wanted the cheese.." He just snickered. My eyebrows twitched, seeing as Jewell really didn't know how to whisper. Anyway, her gone just slims the chances of the tomatoes going missing.

"So what are we making?" Izaya asked caressing his mustached.

"We're making classic, simple lasagna, stuffed zucchini and the 'cheesy' bread." I said in an Italian accent.

"Nice accent."

"Thank you" I replied to Izaya's compliment.

"The tongue rolls...not bad."

"I know."

"Non fa caso, however." Izaya said. I'm guessing that was Italian.

"What?"

"Nothing." He said grinning. I just glared at him.

"Okay. Lets start with the zucchini." I suggested. He just shrugged as a sign of saying yeah. "First we gotta cook the ground beef in the skillet until it turns brown. Can you handle that Izaya?"

"Yes, chef Boyardee." I just rolled my eyes as Izaya grabbed the ground beef and placed it on the skillet and proceeded to cook it. I then got five zucchini's and began to slice them in began to laugh while he walked over to me.

"Whats so funny?"

"The zucchinis." Izaya said,

"What about them." I asked. He walked close behind me and placed an arm around my shoulders and the other around my waist.

"What do they remind you of?" He said as he pulled my body towards his and pressed himself on me.

I pushed him off, then looked at him confused. Until it hit me..."Ohh~ I get it- You nasty son of a b-"

Izaya's P.O.V

Well, after about two hours of sexual innuendos, attempted sexual misconducted and cooking, we finally reached(Y/N)'s desired results. The three of us then ate, then I began to leave.

"Bye Izaya-kun" Jewell said waving at me. I waved back while (Y/N) followed me to the door. "Mommy your suppose to kiss him as a thank you gift." Jewell continued. (Y/N) turned around giving Jewell an 'are you crazy!?' look. "On the cheeks remember?" (Y/N) sighed.

"You guys plan this don't you?"

"Nope. I replied to (Y/N)

"Anyway, thanks." She said before she gave me a quick kiss on the both of my cheeks. "Goodb-" (Y/N) didn't have the chance to finish her sentence before I grabbed her ears and pulled her into to a kiss on the lips. I felt her ears inflaming before she pushed me then lammed the door in my face.

*Sigh* Jewell just makes it too easy.

Neo: Hey you guys, thanks for reading~ I love Italians, I loved their food, I love their music, so yes, I decided that you and Izaya should make some Italian food. quite random, but thats just me. Anyway, review please arrivederci :D