Element of Danger (Izaya Orihara x OC)

Chapter 7: Classified Information~

Takara stood up from the leather seat with her small pouch in hand and proceeded to the door. She felt slightly awkward, but more so, she felt relieved. The tension that existed due to the event six years ago seemed to be finally resolved. The brunette still didn't particularly like Izaya, but she felt as though she could bear to be around him.

"Where are you going~" the song-like tone in the raven-haired man's voice had returned. Takara couldn't help but smile at this fact.

"Home."

"Uh, no. It's too late." he said. The woman rolled her hazel eyes.

"I'll be fine." she stated.

"You haven't been out this late since your return. You have off tomorrow too. It's not safe to be out there this late and I surely don't feel like walking you home~" the last sentence possessed a bit of undesirable sarcasm.

"One, how did you know I have off tomorrow? Two, I'm fine, I can handle myself." the brunette's arms crossed over her chest.

"I'm a sadistic stalker, remember?" a grin was plastered on his face.

The curly-haired woman rolled her eyes again. "Where am I supposed to go if I can't go home?"

"You can stay here~" Izaya sung.

"No."

"Look what happened the last time you said 'no'." he had a point. The woman sighed. She was too tired to argue anymore. She also felt as though she had something to make up to the man for being so cruel.

"If you try anything – and I mean anything – you will be a corpse before sunrise." venom was present in her words.

"Yay! A sleepover~" he cheered like a child and attempted to hug Takara. However, she stepped out of the way before he could do so and he ended up on his tiled floor. She chuckled.

"On one condition: let me use your computer." the brunette ordered.

"But why~ it's supposed to be a sleepover. We're supposed to stay up late and do silly things~" he whined before getting up and going in for another hug. The girl placed the hand with the empty can of soda on his forehead, keeping him from proceeding with his actions.

"I have to work." Takara stated.

"Well, you're going to work for me now. So there's no need to work now~" Izaya continued to whine.

"I never said that. Now, let me use your computer." the woman sent glares to him. He slumped over in defeat.

"Fine." he sighed then went to his desk to retrieve his laptop. Takara sat on his couch once again, this time less tense. She opened up his laptop and typed in a six-digit password. The welcome screen soon glowed on the plasma surface.

"You haven't changed the password?" she questioned.

"Nope. In case you ever needed to get on it again~" Izaya hummed.

"But we aren't partners anymore." the brunette stated matter-of-factly.

"But we will be. I promised myself we'd work together again." The girl rolled her eyes at this statement. Too many false hopes. "So, what's this case you're working on for work?"

"Classified information." she mumbled.

"You're using my computer. You may as well be telling me everything anyway." the raven-haired man was right, so she sighed and continued:

"A young woman, in her teenage years, was sent to the hospital two nights ago. She is in a coma and it's not confirmed if or when she'll wake up. And even if she does soon, the doctors aren't sure if she'll have her memory or not." she explained. She watched a smirk grow on his pale face.

"Any theories yet?" he questioned. He already knew the answer, so there was no point in asking.

"Of course." she stated as she began to surf the internet for more possible information.

"And?" he pried.

"Not telling." she retorted. Takara was unsuccessful in her research. Everything found on the internet was already known by the police. She had also left all of the pictures in her bag at the apartment. This research proved pointless as she redirected the browser to the Dollars website page.

Kira has entered the chatroom

"Hey! I thought you were doing research!" the brunette heard Izaya complain from his desk. Sure enough, he was on his phone engaging in the Dollars' chatroom.

Setton: Kira-chan! Welcome back!

"I got bored." she lied.

Kanra: Well look who decided to show up~

"Don't mention we're together." Takara ordered.

Kira: Thank you! Oh, look! The devil is here too!

'Kira' watched 'Kanra' pout from the other side of the room. She snickered as she pulled a peach lollipop from her pouch and put it into her mouth.

Setton: Haha! You two are hilarious! I'd totally root for you two as a couple.

'Kanra' watched 'Kira' gag at that comment.

Kanra: See that, Kira-chan? We should get together~

Kira: I'm disgusted. Never, EVER!

Setton: You'd be surprised~

Takara remembered something from earlier that day. She decided to ask Izaya about it since he probably already knew.

"Hey Izaya, is 'Setton' actually Celty?" she pondered.

"Classified information~" the raven-haired man sung.

"Meanie." the brunette grumbled. She released a much needed yawn and realized the severity of her exhaustion.

Kira: I just wanted to stop by for a bit. I'm tired so I'm gonna go to bed~ Night Setton!

Kanra: Wait for me, love~

Kira: You can go sleep in a ditch.

Setton: Cute, little lover quarrels~

Kira has left the chatroom.

Soon after that, Izaya also logged off. He brought out piles of blankets in order to make the leather couch that Takara would sleep on more comfortable.

She heard the devious man's maniacal laughter.

"What?" she grumbled tiredly.

"'Setton' would root for us as a couple." he set the piles on the blankets on the couch.

"Don't get your hopes up."

"You'd be surprised~" he sung, mimicking 'Setton's' words.

"Shut up." she spat, pulling blankets over her body before Izaya brought out one of his pillows. By the time he reached the couch, Takara was already asleep. He carefully lifted her delicate head and placed the pillow under head. After setting it back down on the plush material, he moved a small curl behind her ear. Careful not to awake the woman, he planted a soft kiss on her cheek before proceeding to his bedroom.

"Goodnight, Taka-chan~"