Element of Danger (Izaya Orihara x OC)

Chapter 15: Talk About Danger~ (FINAL)

Once again, Takara's pillow was rising and falling slowly as she brought herself to consciousness. But this time, she was aware that her pillow was Izaya Orihara. His hand remained entwined in her unruly curls, but due to his sleeping state, it wasn't holding her down.

She pushed herself off of him as he remained in a restful sleep. The brunette pulled the curtains completely closed as before, there was a small ray of morning sunshine peeking through them. She then proceeded to the kitchen where she made a pitcher of coffee, just enough for the two of them. She knew that after she awoke, he would follow soon. She added cream and sugar to both, just how she knew that he liked it.

The curly-haired girl turned around as she heard Izaya groan. He was waking up as she approached, setting his drink on the table beside him. He blinked until he could see clearly.

"That's a lovely sight in the morning~" he still managed to have a song-like tone in his voice despite being groggy.

"What is?" the brunette questioned.

"My little Taka-chan bringing me coffee~" he sung.

"Don't get used to it." she stated matter-of-factly. In a few weeks, after her belongings were restored and her apartment was fixed up, she would be able to return. Realizing this fact made her stomach churn slightly. She was, surprisingly, enjoying her stay at Izaya's. And there was no point to living in the center of Ikebukuro if she wasn't working there anymore. Her office was right here, in Izaya's apartment.

"What are you thinking?" Izaya pondered out loud, bringing Takara back to reality.

"Nothing." she answered, taking a sip of her coffee.

"That wasn't nothing, Taka-chan~" he pried.

"It was nothing~" she tried to mimic his song-like tone.

"I'll kiss you again if you don't tell me~" Izaya proceeded to tease, trying to get every possible amount of information out of her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, ready to pull her closer at any moment.

"Fine..." she whined then pouted as Izaya looked pleased with his tactics. "I was just thinking about when I go back to my apartment." she sighed, continuing to enjoy her coffee.

"Does Taka-chan not want to leave?" he continued to pry for information, and she didn't expect him to give up.

"Not really." she pouted. Izaya took advantage of the opportunity to pull her in another hug that she wouldn't try to escape from.

"You should've said so sooner~ We could've gotten your apartment sold more quickly!" The raven-haired man was excited; there was no doubt about it. But Takara did feel bad about putting her living space on him.

"I can't." she murmured.

"Why not? I would rather have you here then so far away~" he stroked her curls.

"I don't want to burden you." she said quietly, trying not to show Izaya her guilty face.

"Silly Taka-chan~" he simply stated while ruffling her curly hair. But the simple words assured Takara of everything she needed to hear. She looked up at him, showing him her honest, hazel eyes.

"Thank you, Izaya." a wide grin stretched across his face at her gratitude. She pulled away from him and grabbed a few portions of cloth from Izaya's bedroom and set them on the couch.

"Remember these?" Takara knew that he would, but for her amusement, she still asked.

"Of course~" Izaya picked up the pieces of dark clothing, examining the familiar shapes. The first piece he examined was small circular-like tube. A smirk stretched on his face as a bright blush rose to the brunette's. She snatched it out of his hand and looked away embarrassingly.

"The days when Taka-chan wore that~" the raven-haired man smirked wider, chuckling at his own imagination.

"Pervert." she sorted through the pile of clothes, found the ones that belonged to him, and threw them at the man. She took her own and closed the bedroom door, keeping herself inside as she changed. When she emerged, she found Izaya only half-changed. She felt heat rise to her cheeks as she took in the sight of Izaya shirtless.

"Taka-chan likes what she sees~" he sung teasingly, taking notice to her blush. She just pouted at his comment. He walked closer, still hesitation to put on his shirt. "I like what I see too~" he continued, letting his auburn eyes drift over her body. His long fingers found their way to the hem of Takara's short skirt. She responded like usual, wedging a black heel into his toe, causing him to wince.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself." she growled then proceeded to the man's metallic desk. She picked up a file that contained the picture of their suspect.

Several years ago, Takara and Izaya would dress in daunting black clothing and hunt down their suspects after analyzing their crimes. They would then receive retribution for the victims and most likely convince the criminal to never harm someone again, in their own special way.

That is what they sought to do today. The two knew that the man would be in Ikebukuro as that is where the Yellow Scarves reside. A few minutes of riding around on Izaya's motorcycle finally led them to their suspect. They had an unspoken plan, but it always worked for criminals who attempt such a vile deed as rape.

Takara stood at one end of the alleyway, allowing the disgusting man to corner her. She acted distressed and worried, as though she didn't have a knife hidden in her boot. He kept getting closer and closer, pushing her further against the back of the alleyway. Once she reached the back of it, there was no way out. She felt the man grasp her wrists strongly, pressing them against the wall above her head. The brunette began to grow worried. He was taking a while.

Meanwhile, the criminal began to finger the inside of her thigh that was covered in a thin, translucent legging. The curly-haired girl felt heat rise to her cheeks. Where was he?

With that thought, a flash of silver appeared beside the man's arm that was touching her leg, and as soon as it appeared, it disappeared. Blood began to seep from the wound the blade left. The same occurred to his other hand, releasing the woman to fall down.

The confused gang-member turned around to see who was violently harassing him. A white smirk appeared in the darkness.

"Now, is this what you've been doing to poor, young girls?" his tone was taunting, yet still filled with deviousness.

The culprit merely cowered in fear of Izaya's daunting appearance before escaping with fear forever implanted on his face, dropping his yellow scarf along the way.

"You took your time." Takara sighed with relief, rubbing her wrists that ached from the criminal's hold. Izaya held out his hand for her to take, so she did.

"Taka-chan didn't like being touched like that?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "What would you have done if I let it go further?" he continued to ponder out loud, almost teasing the girl.

"I would've killed him." she stated matter-of-factly. "And you, too." she mumbled.

"I wouldn't let that happen to my little Taka-chan~" he sung, pulling her up from the ground and into his arms. The woman responded with a pout. He placed a pale hand on her cheek, with the other one resting around her waist. Both the brunette's hands were placed on his chest.

"After all, I love you, Taka-chan~" he smiled and shut his eyes before pulling the woman into a sincere kiss. Takara was surprised in the moment, but soon melted into the kiss. Moments later, he pulled away and looked at her reddened face.

"I love you too, Izaya." she stated honestly.