Izaya x Neko!Reader

Chapter Four

I don't know if you guys who have read this fanfic since I made the first chapter are still reading it but I really do appreciate all you guys who have stuck with this story thus far. I want you to all know that I ran out of inspiration to continue this fanfic but I feel that now that it has way more reads then I anticipated, I want to continue. I hope you all enjoy this story, I'll also try and update frequently. Thank you again for waiting.... now let's get this show on the road, shall we???
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This Izaya-san took me to his home, apartment, condo? -thingy. He opens the door. "Monster cat ladies first" he says while holding the door open and gesturing for me to go in. Urgh. There's that smile again.
"Thank you for your kindness, Orihara-san." I say back with a fake smile.
"Please, call me izaya." He says with a smug smirk.
With the same fake smile I nod and enter his home. I won't lie, it impressive.
"So... where will I be sleeping?" I ask.
"Why, here of course. Follow me." He says back.
I follow him into a bedroom with a bed in the center that has black sheets. 'Dang, this guy sure does like black' I thought.
"You'll sleep here (y/n)." He says
"Wait, isn't this the only bedroom here?" I asked
"Well, yes. We can sleep in the same bed~" He replies teasingly.
"How about... no." And with no other words, I darted out the room.
"Awww, (y/n)... you're no fun..." I hear him say from the bedroom.
'Why is my heart pounding...'
I change into the little black cat when he walks into the room. I run across to the kitchen and jump onto the counter top, then onto the fridge.
"(Y/n)! Come down from there!" He says with a pouty face as he tries to reach for me and fails cause he's to short.
"Ummm... nah, I like it up here. It's far from, well, you..." I say back, making him pout even more.
"Fine, don't come crying to me when you find the fridge uncomfortable to sleep on..." he says and turns only to walk up some stairs, awkwardly placed in his house, that lead to a computer. He sat down and began typing.
'I've slept in trash cans outdoors. A somewhat clean, indoor fridge top is the least of my concerns...' I think quietly to myself.
I watch as Izaya turns in his chair and looks out upon the city below. He slightly laughs to himself for some reason.
I get bored of his actions quickly, close my eyes and drift off, dreaming about how life will be now that I have someone and something to go home to.
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Once again I'm happy to announce that I am back and once again inspired to share with you guys this story idea. I hope you enjoyed this kind short chapter and will tune in the next time I upload a chapter. Cya y'all laterrr :)

                    -JustBooksAndFanfics-chan