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You know that feeling when you know you've had a really good rest, the kind where you hardly moved at all and you didn't dream, that's how I felt. I was still groggy from sleeping, so much so that I wasn't able to wake up completely. I couldn't get my eyes to stay focused before they were closing shut again, and I couldn't seem to get my limbs to move very much on command. It was an odd sensation, like my body was still aching with fatigue and fighting to rest while in my mind I knew I slept too long as it is. Figuring that if I waited long enough my body would start to wake up. The longer I waited though the more I began to remember what had happened.

I almost scoffed at myself when I realized that I still must be all drugged up, the reason for my body's lack of response. There wasn't enough strength lingering in me to get upset or be scared. It was strange, I knew I should be struggling to get up and run away, but I couldn't get myself to feel anything other than contemptness. It was distressing but I couldn't really do anything about my situation.

I was able to keep my eyes open long enough to take in my present environment. I was tucked in a big white comforter with a familiar deep purple blanket lying over me. It was obvious that I was in Izaya's bed. Because he would be too lazy to take me back to my own room after drugging me and he couldn't possibly move an unconscious girl through the city unnoticed...actually he probably could...and that was not a happy thought. It was still weird to be in his bed though. Izaya always told me that he'd eventually get me in it some way or another I just thought it be when he supposedly made me his 'queen'.

I groaned. He said he was going to let me sleep until I didn't want to give Celty her head, but when would I not want to help? Did he really plan to keep me here forever? I hated the feeling of being trapped. No matter how comfortable Izaya's bed was the sheets and blankets were starting to feel more like a straight jacket. A frown worked its way into my features.

"You're a real pain you know that?" Izaya said quietly. Even with my eyes closed I could assume that he sitting in the chair by the bookshelf.

"I guess this means I'll have to move my plans forward sooner than I thought." He said more to himself than to me.

"You're more trouble than your worth sometimes. But I suppose that's what makes you amusing. I just don't know what I'm going to do with you." He let out a sigh and his chair squeaked slightly indicating he shifted his weight. The way he was talking I don't think he knew I was awake, or he did and doesn't care if I hear what he's saying. That heaviness was beginning to weigh down on my mind again, the drug was trying to pull me back under. So I didn't bother to attempt to look at Izaya.

He was silent for a couple minutes, I could feel his gaze burning on my skin. It was unnerving. But I was too tired to give him a reaction. Izaya sighed again and I heard him get up from his seat. There was a light thump on the floor, I assume that Izaya tossed something on the ground. After a couple muffled steps the bed slumped to my left under Izaya's weight. The bed shifted as he made himself comfortable, jostling me slightly.

My eyes fluttered open revealing my weary green orbs momentarily when a hand gently tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. So he did know I was awake. I caught a glimpse of his face, he wore a relatively soft expression compared to his normal demeanor, but it still was scrutinizing. He looked like he was mulling something over in his mind. He tugged softly on one of my ringlets absentmindedly. I wanted to protest but again the drug was in control.

"I suppose now would be as good of a time as any to discuss our future together." He sure had good timing. Of course he would want to make life changing decisions when I can't disagree or argue with anything he says.

"I should probably clarify certain things first though. I feel like there has been miscommunication between the two of us. And that is never a good thing." Izaya stroked my head a few times like you would to sooth a child. "I want you to know every single detail of what I have planned. And I know you're annoyed with the whole being drugged thing, but you did make it necessary." Well I don't think 'annoyed' is really the right word for what I'm feeling. That's too much of an understatement.

"Anyway so I've told you time and time again that I can only love the entire human populace and not just one individual. Then I go and contradict what I had said by saying that I love you. Which is true, but it's not in the way you believe." He lost me at that point. The crimson eyed man sighed and his weight shifted around again.

"Let me start again...I love you but I'm not in love with you. There is a difference. The love I have for you is more of how a friend would love a friend. It's not romantic in the slightest, however you are very beautiful woman and I have no qualms about being physically attracted to you. What I am in love with however is the idea of always having a companion. I'm no fool Natalia I know that it's healthy for adult humans to interact regularly with another of the opposite gender and being the selfish man I am I crave that companionship you can provide for me. Not only that I would like a family. It sounds mundane really but I can't help but yearn for it. Human instinct and emotions are such complicated, yet simple things."

He paused in his confession, giving me some time to take it all in and process the new information. I would be lying if I said I wasn't hurt by his platonic love for me, especially since he knew of my feelings for him, but it too would be a lie if I said I wasn't surprise. At least once a week during high school Izaya would give me his spiel about not being able to love women romantically. So in the back of my mind I knew that his 'I love yous' were off. Is it weird that I'm actually relieved that he doesn't love me? I'm much more comfortable with what I know, and the Izaya I know is a cold, selfish, unlovable jerk.

I guess I hadn't moved in a while because Izaya slapped my cheeks lightly, wondering if I had drifted back to sleep. When I scrunched my nose up at him and gave a feeble attempt at swatting his hand away, he chuckled.

"Just making sure, this is important stuff so take care to listen because it's purely for your benefit that I'm giving you this information." He made it sounds like one of his business deals I thought lamely. He needed to hurry up with his little speech, not because I wasn't interested and enthralled with what he had to say, but whatever he stuck inside me was really doing it's best to sedate me once again.

"Think of our bondage together as an arranged marriage. And our marriage will be for the the same reason that royalties would have arranged marriages. It's to build a more powerful kingdom. The world is my kingdom Natalia and I am its king, but to make my reign even more powerful I need you as my queen. Eh, you know Nata-chan maybe I did pick you personally." He added thoughtfully. "The reasons I chose you above all the other girls who I could have had is because you have a different power than I do. See, my power comes from my wit; I am a very cunning, manipulative, malicious person, and any synonyms of those words. I can easily make people do what I want by forcing or tricking them to do so, whether they know I'm doing it or not. Your power is different from mine, almost like a complete opposite. Instead of using harsh means to influence people like I do, people just simply want to do what you ask of them. I've watched you for years Natalia, observed you from both afar and up close. And you just have something about you that makes people want to do right by you. It's an especially impressive if not somewhat irksome trait that you have. Even I have caught myself under your spell at one time or another."

It was becoming difficult to focus on his words; I was straining myself to listen. I wasn't sure if he was still talking anymore, if he was I couldn't hear. I think I was in that half asleep state where I was conscious but not at the same time. I couldn't concentrate on any single thought before I couldn't remember what it was I was thinking about. It felt just like it did before I passed out the first time. I knew what was about to come so I was already prepared for it.

At least I thought I was. There was a sharp prick in shoulder and slowly the fog that was plaguing my mind began to clear up. I heard myself mumble something incoherently as I began to regain control of my limbs. There was tingling in my legs and arms from being asleep too long. And the more the effects of the drug wore off the more I realized how weak I really was. Sometimes in the mornings if you try to make a fist after waking up you can't summon enough energy in your hand to do so, well that's how it felt practically everywhere. I was able to successfully open my eyes without that tired feeling, but I had to blink a few times to adjust to the light. The bed shifted and I moved my gaze to watch Izaya get off the bed and toss something in the little trash can at the edge of his bed. That reminded me of a question I had thought of earlier.

"Izaya, why do you keep injection needles in your nightstand?" I asked, my voice hadn't been used in a while so it was rough and cracked a little bit. He turned his amused crimson gaze to me and moved back on the bed, crawling over to where I was before answering.

"In case of emergencies of course, I'm not a very well liked person Natalia I have enemies who wish to do me harm. I have to be prepared." He was laying on his stomach with his hand resting on his palm, watching me with a curious expression plastered on his face.

"So am I an enemy then?" I questioned honestly, raising an eyebrow at him. He smirked at my response, clearly taking pleasure in the offense in my voice and the fact it was still a little shaky.

"No, I would say you were more of an emergency."

"How was I an emergency?" I pushed up on my elbows in attempt to bring myself to a sitting position, my muscles, however, gave out so I just flopped back on to the bed.

"You really are helpless aren't you." He smirked but helped prop me up against the head board of the bed.

"I wouldn't be so weak if you hadn't drugged me." I muttered bitterly. Izaya chuckled and settled down beside me. And instead of continuing to tease me, he dropped it all together.

"To answer your question, you were an emergency because I knew I wouldn't be able to talk you down but I was in no way going to get violent." The way he said it mad him sound like he was the hero in the situation. My eyes narrowed at him and I scoffed at him.

"Way to bring about an ultimatum." He grinned viciously at my comment, which only caused my scowl to deepen.

"You're assuming that I didn't think through all of my options Nata-chan." I huffed in frustration; he probably did consider all the options. Of course I was furious for how he handle it, but in retrospect he could have done worse than putting me to sleep. Not an excuse for doing that though. I didn't have a proper refute to his response so I ignore it.

"I thought you weren't going to call me that anymore." He gave me curious look at the topic change but surprisingly he ignore it. Izaya must be in a merciful mood if he was letting an opportunity to tease me pass, again.

"My apologies Natalia I'll be more mindful next time." Izaya said with a sly smile.

"Izaya how long have I been asleep?" I asked out of the blue, fearing the answer. It had been bugging me, it felt like I had slept a really long time, surely it couldn't have been just one night. Izaya's smug face fell into an almost embarrassed expression. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and plastered a lame smile on his face.

"Uh there was actually one thing that I hadn't factored into my plan," I grimaced as he said this, "you see I had never intended to use the drug on you particularly, it was supposed to be for a person of a larger stature. But you are a very small girl and so the dosage was potent on your body than it would have been on a bigger person. It was like giving a dog a cow tranquilizer."

"...you did what!?" I yelled angrily. My fist clenched together but I held them at my sides, restraining myself from trying to strangle Izaya. He pouted and covered his ears.

"Ne~ Inside voices Natalia." The raven haired informant scolded. My nose scrunched up in anger; he was unbelievable! Did he really have the gall to just chide me after he practically overdosed me on whatever in the world he gave me! I couldn't find the will to stop myself when reeled back and landed a hit square on his jaw.

Izaya's eyes widened grotesquely in shock and his neck snapped to side when my hand made contact. I smirked in satisfaction but rubbed my knuckled soothingly. I never figured hitting someone would hurt so much. I glanced over at Izaya and he was nursing the left side of his face. He met my gaze and I froze. I hadn't thought about the consequences, what was he going to do? I was able to release my breath when he suddenly bust out laughing. And not that fake, annoying laugh or his stupid chuckled but a sincere full out belly laugh. He laughed so hard that he doubled over on the bed and I thought he was going to fall off the edge. He laughed until there was no longer sound coming out of his mouth, only his shaking sides were the give away. It took him a few minutes before he was able to steady his breathing.

"I cannot believe you did that! That was the most amazing thing I've seen you do. I would kiss you right now but I'm afraid you'll hit me again." He gave out a little amused giggle and massaged his jaw.

"That made you sound like a dominatrix." I replied disgusted. Only Izaya would be amused after getting punched.

"Definitely not, I take no pleasure in pain..well my own pain any way." He said thoughtfully. I sighed, but I did feel better after seeing that look on his face when I hit him.

"Four days." I looked up at him confused. What a random thing to say. Izaya sighed theatrically and rolled his eyes.

"I was answering your question, you were asleep for four days."

"WHAT!?" I screeched. I flew out of the bed and stumbled as I reclaimed my balance and muscle control but didn't let it stop me as I dashed for the door. I briefly heard Izaya mumbled something about 'inside voices' again before he got up to follow after me. I continued to stumbled and trip while my body continued to wake up but didn't slow down in my mission. I frantically searched for my purse where I hoped my phone was. I checked all through downstairs freaking out. I had missed my new job, I was supposed to hang out with Shizuo Friday night, and Shinra and Celty the next day. What was Izaya thinking? He literally made disappear off the face of the Earth, because I highly doubt he would have told them where I was.

"Your messing up my clean house." Izaya grumbled when I rushed passed him, he had gotten an ice pack from the kitchen and was nursing his jaw. I ignored him and kept searching. Izaya sighed and moved over to his desk.

"Is this what you're looking for?" He held up my leather bag out in front of him. I quickly ran to him and snatched it out of his hand digging in the pockets for my phone.

"It's not in there." He said. I whipped around and glared daggers at him. He rolled his eyes.

"You haven't touched it in four days it had to be charged." He said simply.

"You charged my phone?" I squeaked. Izaya crossed his arms over his chest and faked a pout.

"Always a tone of surprise! It as dying so I plugged it in. No big deal." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and reached behind his desk and disconnected my phone, tossed it to me. I blushed slightly that he had been thoughtful of someone besides himself.

"Thank you Izaya." I said quietly. I opened up my phone and dropped down into the nearest chair. After my panic had cleared I was pretty tired after moving around so much, considering I had been pretty comatose for a while. When I flipped open my phone I sighed and ran a hand threw my hair. Seven missed calls and twelve texts from Shizuo; three missed calls from Shinra and sixteen texts from Celty. And another nine calls from work. I groaned and threw my phone onto the couch on the other side of the room. It was overwhelmingly stressful to see how much trouble I was in. I made the decision to put off calling everyone back and focus on something still stressful but more prevalent at the moment. Turning to Izaya it was obvious that he knew what I was thinking. There was a slight grimace in his features and he came and sat in the chair next to mine.

"Izaya what you said earlier." I started to ask him, but had to take a breath before continuing. "You said that you don't love me romantically, it's more of like a love for a good friend. I can understand that and accept it. But you lost me when you said that you want to start a family with me anyway. I mean if you don't love me in that way then why would you want to get married and settle down? Your logic isn't really making any sense to me." He sighed and nodded as if knowing that I wouldn't have a problem with his feelings for me but rather on his future plans.

"It's just like you look past your personal feelings and focus on something that involves others. Can't you humor me just once and be a little bit sad that I don't return your feelings." I smiled and shook my head.

"Izaya, I'm smarter than you give me credit for. You should know better than anyone that I guard my feelings well. Now answer my question." He frowned and pouted a little bit.

"I realize that you were a little slow after being on meds for a few days but I already explained." I scowled at him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Just answer my question Izaya." I said through gritted teeth.

"Fine, fine. I hate repeating myself but for you I suppose I will." I rolled my eyes. " Like most humans I have the inexplicable desire to have a life long companion, a partner in crime of sorts. I need a confidant to share my life with. And I also would like to have children, at least one. It feels weird to say that out loud but I can't help but want to create life, that's one of the most godly things that I could do is start life." I listened carefully, taking in his explanation. I could relate to what he wants because I have always wanted to have that special 'confidant' and to have children as well.

"So I see what you mean about the arranged marriage thing now. Because the marriage would benefit us both I suppose. And all power crap you were talking about was just nonsense so I won't even bother to understand your reasoning behind that. But why me? You don't love me like a husband should love a wife, so why would you pick me to marry you and bare your children?"

"потому что я доверяю тебе." (Because I trust you.) He answered in Russian.

"потому что вы доверяете мне?" (Because you trust me?) I repeated questioningly.

"да." (Yes.) He said simply. "I don't trust people to get close to me and I decided long ago to trust you. And for me to trust in the way that I do is the most open that I will most likely ever be with someone. So if it helps to ease your mind at all you are the only person that I am completely comfortable with and actually want to see happy. Though it's still amusing to see you squirm a little, I truly do want to give you the best that I can give you. So no I may not love you romantically but in my mind your my best friend and that's the extent of my affection." Through out his talk he had taken hold of both my hands and held them in between his, letting his ice pack lay on the floor. At this point I knew he wasn't lying. Izaya always got this nervous look in eyes when he talks about how he really feels on potentially awkward situations, its always really subtle and if you aren't looking for you may not see it.

"Does that answer your question?" He asked once a few moments of silence passed. I gave him a soft smile and nodded.

"Yes, it does." Izaya gave me a rare genuine smile which only made me smile more. Come to think of it, I've never seen him smile like that in front of anyone else. That was a warm and fuzzy feeling thought.

"So this leads me to my own question." He retracted his hands and placed them lamely back in his lap. "If you want I can do this the traditional way but since there isn't really anything traditional about us I don't really see a point. Natalia do you want get married?" I starred blankly at him, I knew for a long time that he was going to ask that but his timing was terrible! I felt like punching him again, but my hand still hurt from the first time.

"No."

I used google translate for that little Russian bit so if it's incorrect I apologize, I don't speak the language so I have no clue. Hope you liked it!