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Izaya is many things, but a liar he is not. As he had said, I was able to go back to my apartment to change and make it to work on time, early actually. The office building I was working in was only a few blocks away in a corporate district of the city. The manager in charge of international communications for this division showed me where I would be working. He gave me the low down, the normal rules, do's and dont's of the company, protocol, and things like that. Then he gave me a thick pocket and instructed me to memorize every rule inside. Not something I was quite looking forward to, but when I commit to something I try to excel in it as best I can, so if reading a bland, general rule book will help then I will.

I didn't do much on my first day of work, mostly I just sat with Minato Ukia all day as he showed me how to answer phones and emails appropriately. He was another linguist, a few years older than myself. He was a good looking guy, nice brown eyes and hair; he was like a poster child for Japanese men, if that makes sense.

It was interesting to listen to some of the people complaints and questions, some where so bizarre it made me wonder about their intelligence. There were calls from all over the world, and since I know a good handful of languages I was allowed to answer a lot of them. I stayed late after work to finish up talking to this one man from Russia. He was complaining about on of the company's products and kept demanding to talk to the manager. But my manager, Hirashi, had gone home long ago so Minato-san stayed with me until I was finally able to redirect his call to another communication division.

It was already dark by the time I left, and since Ikebukuro is an obviously dangerous place Minato offered to walk me home. I was a little surprised that he wanted to waste his time, but I agreed anyway. My initial impression of impression of him was that he was a stick in the mud businessman like most of the people at my new job. But after work he turned out to have a comedic personality, his stickler facade was only a face he put on for his job.

"So you actually choose to hangout with he strongest and possibly most dangerous man in Japan? And to think I was fooled into thinking you were smart!" He teased, nudging my shoulder with his elbow. I rolled my eyes. On the way to my house we had gotten on to the subject of Shizu-kun, and he was amazed to hear that he was indeed a human.

"I am too smart! And Shizu-chan is a good person, he means well." I defended with slight pout, I hate how people never give Shizuo a chance because of his aggressive temper.

"Hey I'm just kidding! I'm sure he's a swell guy, really!" He gave me a goofy grin but managed an earnest expression.

"'Swell'? You did not just title Shizuo as a 'swell' guy." I couldn't help but laugh, of course I thought that Shizu-chan to be, uh, 'swell' but to put that word and Shizuo in the same sentence just felt weird. Minato-san laughed along with me and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah well I couldn't think of a better descriptive word." He said a little bashfully. After a few moments of walking in silence Minato cleared his throat.

"So is this Shizuo guy your boyfriend or something?"

"Wh-what!? No of course not, Shizu-chan is a good friend!" I sputtered uneloquently as my cheeks turned beat red. I awkwardly tugged at the end of my light green knee length dress that I had worn for work and avoided eye contact with Minato.

"Well that's good, because that would have made it difficult to ask you out."

"Oh." Was all I could think of to say. I couldn't find any words to put out so I settled for saying nothing. I'm terrible in these types of situations, I never know how to respond. I always get flustered and awkward. Izaya used to exploit this weakness all the time, he gets a kick out of my discomfort. He would probably be thrilled with my reaction right now...funny how I'm thinking about Izaya when another man is asking me out. Not funny haha though; funny in a sad way.

"So how about it? I'm a real catch you know." He had on another grin and was eagerly waiting for my yes. He sure is a confident kid, but not in an arrogant way like Izaya is. It was a refreshing kind of confidence. But when I thought of Izaya I unintentionally touched the ring of my left hand. I held back a sigh; I did like Minato but not the way that he likes me, and not the way I like Izaya. Why can't I go for the smart, cute, good guys instead of the the smart, cute, but a manipulative, caniving psycho.

"Minato-san I- I don't think I can." I said. His face fell a little but he was still smiling, albeit not as big as before.

"Did your Shizu-chan give you that ring?" My face warmed up at the fact that he noticed I had it on, but I shook my head. I almost wished it Shizuo had given me the ring instead of Izaya

"No, someone even crazier did." He laughed as if I told a joke. The corners of my mouth tugged upwards slightly, even though I had turned him down he was still a good natured guy.

"Do I get to know the name of your betrothed?" Minato asked. I shrugged my shoulders; no good would come of him knowing.

"Oh come, he must be someone special if you let him put a ring on your finger!"

"Wasn't really my choice." I muttered. Thankfully he didn't press any further because we had made it to my apartment so I guess he would just continue the conversation on later. At least that was what I thought was going on. But the real reason he had stopped talking was because of a leering figure that was waiting by the entrance. The dim lighting made it hard to distinguish the fine details of the person, but it was obvious who it was. Minato stepped in front of me in a protective way, kind of like he was trying to block me.

"Orihara-san what are you doing here?" My eye brows shot up in surprise. Minato-san knows Izaya?

"I'm not happy Mina-chan." Izaya answered, if I could see his face, for sure he would be scowling. Minato tensed up considerably.

"What d-do you mean? I already paid you your money." In the short amount time I have known Minato-san he has never so much as stumbled over his words. But Izaya an have this kind of effect on people' I have no idea what trouble Minato got himself into but if Izaya is involved it can't be good.

"I don't care about that. I am here on a different matter." Minato's face hardened and he stood up straighter.

"Then I suppose we will leave then." Minato turned and began to move me in the opposite direction. There was small whoosh noise and long tear formed on Minato's jacket sleeve. I gasped when I realized that Izaya had thrown one of his knives at us.

"Izaya-san!" I shouted in shock. Minato quickly glanced at me, probably wondering how I knew Izaya.

"You can leave Minato, but Nata-chan is staying with me." I didn't like the tone he was speaking in, it was terrifying. I met Minato's eyes, trying to send out a Hail Mary for him to not leave me with Izaya. But he gave me a sympathetic look and gave a respectful nod to Izaya.

"Hai, Orihiara-san." I watched in shock as the supposed 'good guy' abandoned me. For a few moments I followed Minato with my eyes as he walked away quickly. And when I turned around Izaya was already stalking towards me. His face was so cold that I took a couple steps back cautiously. Izaya didn't say anything to me as he grabbed my wrist and roughly pulled me along down the street. I gasped out in slight pain because of Izaya's vice like grip and stumbled to keep up with his fast strides. I desperately grabbed hold of my bag that had my manual inside so it wouldn't slip off my shoulder when Izaya yanked me.

"Izaya I need to go home!" I cried out, nervous of what he would do in his angry state. Izaya isn't one to normally lose his cool like this. He ignored me and kept walking on. I struggled to get my hand free, which only caused him to tightened his hold on my wrist, and the corners of my eyes stung with tears. He was seriously scaring me.

After a while Izaya had also slowed his pace, but his grip was still hurting my wrist, it would definitely bruise. I worked up the courage to speak out again, though most of my attempts so far fell on deaf ears.

"Izaya I have work tomorrow." I said timidly, but of course he didn't respond. He just held that scowl on his face and continued walking. Eventually he brought us to a tall building and drug me into an elevator and up to the presidential suite on the top floor. When he opened the door he led me inside and finally let go of wrist. I sighed in relief and gently attempted to rub the soreness out. Izaya sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair. He move into a different room but I stayed where I was at the door, still anxious. He had a nice modern home, very classy and upscale. Much more fancy than my own apartment.

"Come in here." Izaya said in a tired voice when I didn't follow him. I didn't want to test him so I complied. I took off my work heels and left them in the entry way and set my bag by them. I padded into the living room, with my tights softening my steps. Izaya was stretched out on the couch laying down with his head on the arm. He watched me half lidded as I sat down in a chair across from him.

"No sit over here." He pat down on the couch next to him. I grimaced, he looked like he had calmed down considerably but that didn't mean I was going to jump at the chance to sit with him. Izaya lazily turned his head to get a better look at me. I held his gaze; his crimson eyes staring into me wide green ones. Again he tapped on the couch. Begrudgingly I shuffled over and timidly sat at the edge of the couch. Izaya put an arm around my middle and pulled me down to lay against his chest. My breath hitched in my throat and I laid rigid next to him.

"Relax Nata-chan." He said so close to back that I could feel his breath, if anything it put me farther on edge. I tried to relax as best I could though. He took a few deep, slow breaths to calm himself even more.

"I'm sorry If I scared you, I just don't like people trying to take what's mine." I didn't say anything back, it was obvious that he had followed us and snooped on our conversation. His weird possessive nature is really starting to become almost borderline obsessive.

"Maybe I should make you where something more obvious than a ring." I sighed, unhappy with the thought of him getting me some gaudy necklace or something along those lines.

"He noticed the ring Izaya, and I had turned him down anyway. There was no need for you to be so, um... aggressive." He hummed a response and lifted my wrist closer to his face. It was already started to bruise slightly, you could see the outline of his fingers beginning to set in. I frowned at my wrist.

"You're more delicate than I thought." He mumbled so softly I barely caught it; my cheeks tingled with warmth at the odd comment. They flared with uncomfortably hot heat when I noticed that Izaya had pressed his lips against my wrist.

"I'm sorry Natalia, I'll try to be more gentle with you even if I am angry." He kissed my wrist again and started to slowly pepper my arm with light kisses, beginning at my wrist and working his way up my exposed arm. I mentally chided myself for wearing a sleeveless dress but couldn't stop that butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach though.

"You know you've been calling me Natalia a lot lately." I forced out. I was getting a little antsy with the situation.

"Mhmm." He hummed into the base of my neck sending a wave of shivers down my back.

"You never call me by my full name." I continued. I wanted him to stop, but not stop at the same time. Literally at war with myself.

"Not normally, no." He agreed before he resumed kissing my temple. I gulped uncomfortably, he's never really been this intimate. Sure maybe annoyingly flirtatious but not like this. It was almost as if he was trying to make up for his lashing out earlier, or maybe he was just trying to reinstate the fact that he has claimed me. Either way it was unnerving. So I tried to keep him talking in hopes to divert his attention.

"Why is that?" I asked my breath slowing into shallow breaths when he put his lips on my cheek.

"Why is what?" He murmured.

"Why don't you ever say my full name?" He pulled back to look me full in the face. I attempted to keep a plain face so he wouldn't notice that I was doing, but being Izaya he was probably just humoring me.

"Do you want me to call you by that?" He questioned back with an amused expression. I shrugged my shoulders as if indifferent.

"It is my real name anyway."

"Ok, I'll call you by your full name then, if that's what you want, Natalia." He whispered my name and quickly closed the gap between our lips, giving me no time to ask another question. I guess he was done with my game. At first I tried to pull back out of surprise but by now I had my back against the couch with nowhere to go. Izaya had placed both his arms on either side of my body, propping himself up on his elbows, trapping me. He lightly traced my bottom lip with his tongue, I gasped and he used it as an opportunity to forcibly explore my mouth. I attempted to push him back out with my own tongue but Izaya is more experienced than I so he easily overpowered me. I gave an angry grunt and felt Izaya smirked into the kiss, which only made me madder. I could feel my resolved dissipating rapidly though. My heart raced in my chest as I realized I may not be able to get out of this. I was in his house with no idea how to get home, at night, in the most dangerous city in Japan. Anything could happen and I wouldn't be able to stop it.

My body started to panic; my breathing sped up and I began to struggle against him. I brought my hands in between us and pushed on his chest frantically. Izaya immediately sat up and gave me a worried look. I sat up as well and took a couple deep breaths to calm myself. I used to get panic attacks as a kid, doctors would say it was because of the constant moving. it would take me a while to adjust to new situations, I thought I had out grown them.

"You don't have to be afraid of me Natalia." He gave me a soft smile, "I've already told you I love you, what is there to be afraid of?" He gently tucked a stray curl behind my ear and cupped cheek with his hand. I wasn't sure anymore of what I was afraid of. He had confessed to loving me and he knows I love him so what was I so afraid of? I used to be able to answer no problem, but now I don't know. Izaya broke my train of thought when he wiped a tear away with his thumb. Dumbfounded that I was crying I reached up and touched my cheek.

"Izaya?"

"Yes." I wanted to say so badly that I loved him in that moment, but I couldn't get my mouth to cooperate at the moment. He already knew it, but I had never actually said it out loud.

"If you're going to call me Natalia, then I'm going call you Iza-kun." He was always bugging to stop calling him 'Izaya-san' so this was as much as I could give at the time. He grinned and kissed my forehead.

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