A/N: Back with another chapter! This took longer than expected.

I blame all the homework I've gotten…

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Isaya Yuuki, Nizuna Fujieda, and AnonymousGuest for following this story! Thank you Dorchica for adding this to your favorites! And thank you xelainatx for adding Wait for Me to your favorites!

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"Hey, Izaya… What are those people doing?"

It was a Saturday, and Izaya and Sora were sitting in a café together. The raven haired boy had invited her out on a date. Sora's grandmother, being the romance fanatic she was, pestered Sora into accepting his invitation. Sora had no choice.

"Hm? Those two? That couple?" Izaya answered.

Sora had spotted a couple sitting in the corner of a café, sharing a kiss.

Smirking, Izaya continued, "They're kissing, Sora-chan."

"Kissing…? Why?"

"Because they love each other."

"Love is a stupid emotion. There's no need for it."

"You're so cruel, Sora-chan~"

The blue eyed girl shrugged. "Not that I care… I don't even know what love is…"

"That's a lie, Sora."

"No it's not."

Her eyes wandered up to the sky. She continued to just stare at the clouds as they drifted by slowly. Noticing this, Izaya smirked.

"You're name really does fit you. You stare at the sky, and you're cute~"

She turned to look at him, her eyes blank. Flatly, she replied, "My name isn't cute. It's just a name. It's just something people use to communicate with me, is it not?"

Sighing, he reached over to poke her forehead. "You gotta have fun with life, you know? Humans aren't that bad."

"Well, Izaya, Shizu-chan, Shinra-san, Kyohei-san, Kaga-chan, and Baa-chan aren't bad humans. But everyone else is."

"Even that couple over there?"

"Yes. What's so good about a kiss…?"

Izaya smirked as he got an idea. Leaning forward, he cupped her chin, and said, "Why don't we kiss, Sora-chan?" And without waiting for an answer, he continued to bring his face closer to hers. Just a little more and…

"Ow~ That's mean, Sora-chan!"

She hit him on the head with her fist. Pouting, she hissed, "I don't know how to kiss, Izaya."

"Then I'll show you!"

"Shut up."

"Fine…"

Just in time, a chestnut haired waitress dressed as a maid came to give them their food. Unfortunately, the café's theme was "Maid Day."

"Here are your omelets~!" she purred. After setting down the food, she began to eye Izaya; looking him up and down with a hungry look in her eyes. Then she figured: What the hell? She's a maid. So with that thought, she snaked her arms around the boy's neck and purred into his ear, "Anything else, Master?"

Sora didn't know whether to laugh, or to help Izaya. He looked very uninterested and irritated. Instead, she decided to eat her omelet, which was surprisingly good. She looked up to see Izaya untangle himself the girl's arms and say, "Nah, we're good. Although, my girlfriend wants more cocoa."

"Girlfriend…?" the waitress croaked.

"Yup. That girl is my girlfriend."

"O-Oh… I see… More cocoa? Yes! Of course…" She took Sora's cup and rushed out.

Once she was out of sight, Sora frowned at the boy sitting across from her. "Girlfriend?" she began angrily, "Really?"

"Well I had to think of something!" he retorted. "First, she was mentally undressing me… Probably wanting to rape me… And second, she was hugging me! She probably wanted to feel me up!"

"You could have just said stop, you know?"

"Oh no… That wouldn't do it. That girl? She's a persistent slut."

"And you said that?"

"Yes. It seemed like the right thing to do."

"You idiot…"

Sora turned away. She watched as the other humans walked by. Izaya knew the waitress was watching him. It made him want to flip the table. But seeing as how content Sora looked with her food, he decided to calm down. Sora, noticing that Izaya was staring at her, raised an eyebrow.

"Izaya, is something wrong?"

Breaking out of his line of thought, the brown eyed boy answered, "Oh, no. Just," he smirked, "I was just thinking that Sora-chan looked especially cute today~" He was pleased to see that her usually pale, soft cheeks had gotten a slight pink color.

"I'm not cute. Stop lying," she snapped. She put her fork down, crossed her arms, and pouted. This pout was Shizuo's weakness. When Shizuo refused to treat her to ramen one day, she used this pout against him. He ended up treating her to four bowls of ramen. She was hungry that day. Maybe he'll admit the truth, she thought.

Instead, Izaya merely chuckled. "Aw, stop pouting," he cooed. He picked up her fork and scooped up some of the omelet. Holding it out to her, he continued, "C'mon, eat~ Say ahh~"

"I can feed myself, you know?"

"Stop being so stubborn. You're my girlfriend," he smirked. She really didn't want to, but ended up taking a bite, allowing him to feed her.

"Here is your cocoa!" the waitress slammed the cup down; her eyes filled with jealousy. Both could tell she was on the verge of tears. "How could you, Izaya-kun?!" With that said, she rushed away.

As if nothing happened, Sora questioned, "You know her?"

"Yeah. She's in my biology class. I led her on a bit. It was kinda funny, actually."

"You're so mean~"

"Well, if I got a girlfriend, I wouldn't have enough time for our games~"

"Are you trying to flirt with me?"

"And if I am?"

Her face turned a slight pink. "Hurry up and eat," she muttered.

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The two second year students walked along the sidewalk, searching for something to do. Sora had forced Izaya to buy a box of Pocky, and a pack of colored pencils. Izaya didn't want to, but of course, he couldn't resist the pout she gave him.

Izaya didn't know what it was. He recently found himself fond of the little girl beside him. He saw her in a different light. Yes, she was his personal "toy," but he saw something else in her. He began to think that she looked incredibly cute. No, cute would be an understatement. He began to see her as irresistibly adorable. The way she looked at him with those large, blue eyes made him want to hug her and never let go. Then again, this is Izaya.

It's just hormones, he thought.

"Izaya!" Sora shouted angrily, breaking him from his line of thought.

"Yes?"

Sora pouted again, angry with the fact that he wasn't listening to her. Then she realized that by pouting, she was showing emotions. Considering this fact, she quickly stopped pointing.

I'll never do that again, she thought. Emotions are pointless things to life.

"…-ra? Sora?"

Sora broke from her thoughts and looked up. Her blank face quietly observed Izaya's. She began to wonder what led her to become so attached to him. Many people were afraid of him, or just thought he was a bastard. On the other hand, she thought he was the most interesting person out there. Sometimes, when he teased her, she felt all tingly inside. Of course, her face didn't show it.

All of a sudden, she grabbed his arm and held onto it tightly. Izaya looked down at the ebony haired girl, confusion written all over his face. Despite that, his lips quirked up into a smirk.

"Oh? What's this?" he questioned.

"You said that this is a date… Don't people do this?" Her blue eyes met his brown ones.

"That's true… But I never expected you to take the initiative. Have you fallen for me, Sora-chan?" He poked her forehead. But to his surprise, she didn't pout or flinch. He knew something was up, and it killed him that he actually cared about her. Nonetheless, he couldn't resist patting her head and softly asking, "What's wrong?"

She buried her face into his arm while shaking her head. "Nothing… I'm just tired…"

"Did you sleep last night?"

"Not a lot… I had a nightmare…"

"Let's go to my place, then… I'll let you take a nap there. We're only like… two blocks away."

She nodded against his arm, making him smirk. The two of them headed off to Izaya's apartment.

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Izaya lived alone in his small, two-bedroom apartment. His parents lent him money, and took care of his rent. Such nice parents, eh? He led Sora into the guest room. Once she was on the bed, she curled up and was asleep within minutes. Sighing, Izaya headed off to his living room to entertain himself by watching TV. The only interesting thing on was anime. After about thirty minutes of anime, he went to his kitchen to make some instant ramen. But then, he heard soft whimpers coming from the guest room. Feeling a wave of concern wash over him, he slipped into the room quietly to find Sora squirming in her sleep.

Her face showed that she was disturbed. Her small fists clenched the sheets tightly as she mumbled incoherent words. Her body curled, uncurled, and shifted around restlessly. Concerned, Izaya sat on the edge of the bed next to her. He leaned down to listen to what she was mumbling.

"…No… Mama… Don't die… Papa… Go away… Go away…"

What the hell is she dreaming about?

Her breath hitched as she began squirming around even more. It got worse when she began tossing and turning. Her little mumbles turned into whimpers and moans.

"No…! No, no, no, no, no!" she shouted before her eyes fluttered open. Her blue eyes were large at first, but they soon started to close until they were half-lidded, hazy due to sleep. Her long bangs were damp with sweat, and her soft cheeks were flushed. It was as if she was trying to seduce him. Izaya noticed her small fists as they trembled. And in the corner of her eyes were small tears, begging to come out. "Izaya…" she breathed. Her arms came up, as if asking for a hug or to be carried.

She's like a little baby, he thought.

"Izaya…" Her eyes filled with tears that began to fall slowly down her face.

Izaya hated it when people cried. Usually, he would ignore the person crying with a smirk. However, seeing Sora like that, he couldn't bring himself to ignore the poor girl. He grabbed both her wrists with one hand, and placed them down on the bed. Using his other hand, he gently brushed her bangs from her face.

"Shh…" he whispered. "I'm here…"

"I-Izaya…"

"Shhh… It's alright… They won't hurt you…"

"Papa… He…"

Stroking her hair, he whispered, "It's okay… Just go back to sleep…"

"But…"

He brushed her tears away. God, he wanted to kick himself for acting like such a softie. He would have to make even more trouble for Shizuo later. But he couldn't help but act gentle towards her. She was traumatized by her past which he had yet to find out.

Izaya sighed. As he continued stroking her hair, he began humming a tune. It was a lullaby his mother sang for the twins. He didn't pay much attention to the words, just the tune.

I'll die before I sing, he thought.

To his surprise, Sora began drifting off. He continued humming the tune softly, hoping she would calm down and sleep. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he found the girl already fast asleep. He gave her one last stroke before stepping out of the room, and returning to his ramen.

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Heiwajima Shizuo walked through the halls of Raira with his hands stuffed in his pocket. He was so pissed off, thanks to Izaya. He was about to cuss out loud, until two small arms wrapped around his waist, and a small body pressed against him from behind. Tilting his head, he looked down to see Sora, her blank face observing his surprised one.

"Um… Hey, Sora…" he greeted awkwardly, a small blush spreading across his face.

"Hello," she answered, unfazed by their closeness.

"Why're you hugging me?"

"I wanted to see what a hug was like."

"Is that so?"

Sora let go of him, allowing him to fully turn around and face her. She continued staring at him with that blank expression. Her blue eyes stared into his hazel ones.

"Did I hug correctly?"

"Is that what's on your mind?"

She nodded. Chuckling, Shizuo ruffled her short, ebony hair. "You did fine," he told her.

"So, you felt butterflies?"

Now that caught him off-guard. "Um… Yeah… I guess…"

"Then, again!" she exclaimed as she flung her arms around his torso again. Sora felt comfortable with Shizuo. She saw him as her older brother. However, it wasn't the same for Shizuo. At first, he saw her as a little sister. But halfway through their first year, it changed to something more. Nonetheless, Shizuo returned the hug, wrapping his arms around her tiny body loosely.

Unknown to them, Izaya was watching from a distance, a frown clearly shown on his face. He hated it when Shizuo and Sora were together. She was his toy, not anyone else's. Then it hit him. She was his.

She's mine, he thought. She is my precious toy.

He walked up to them, as a smirk found its way onto his lovely little face. "Oh?" he began when he came up to them. "What's this?"

Sora turned around, and Izaya swore he saw her eyes light up when she saw him. "Izaya, look. I'm practicing how to hug," she told him.

"Oh, but Sora-chan," he spread open his arms, "why don't you practice with me? After all, I let you sleep at my house last night!" His smirk grew when he saw the look of shock on Shizuo's face.

She's mine, he thought again.

Sora released herself from Shizuo and made her way into Izaya's arms, giving him a hug as well. "Like this?"

He tightened his hold on her, smirk still in place as he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. "Yeah. Just like that~"

Sora pushed him away. "Don't get too cuddly, Izaya."

"Aw~ And to think you that you were so cute just a moment ago."

"I told you. I'm not cute."

"Well, that's enough chit-chat. Shall we go, my dear Sora-chan?" Izaya questioned as he extended a hand.

"Okay." Turning around, she waved to Shizuo, "Bye-bye, Shizu-chan."

"See ya…"

As they walked away, Izaya took hold of her hand. "Let's hold hands." He leaned his face close to hers; that smirk never left his face. "You might get lost~"

Pushing him away, she answered, "No I won't." She walked ahead of him, only to stop when he grabbed her wrist.

"Whatever you say, Sora-chan~" And with that, he gave her cheek a soft peck before walking ahead of her.

The ebony haired girl watched his back in shock, a hand touching the spot on her cheek that was touched by his lips.

"Sora-chan," he called over his shoulder, "you coming?"

She swallowed nervously, trying to clear her head and rid her face of any sign of emotion. "Yeah," she choked out, "I'm coming…"


A/N: Finally done with this chapter! I kinda rushed the ending. So sorry if it sucks. And sorry that I made Izaya OOC here… I'll try better! So please review, and sorry for errors!