Element of Danger (Izaya Orihara x OC)

Extra/Epilogue: Merry Christmas

"Izaya!" Takara's voice echoed angrily as she tauntingly held a pillow above his calmly sleeping body. "Wake your ass up, right now!" She ordered, slamming the plush cushion on his head.

Izaya groaned, pushing the pillow away, though not quite fully awake.  The brunette's thin brow twitched with irritation.  "Stupid, useless, pathetic piece of crap." She grumbled.  "Fine," she began to conclude. "I'll just ask Shizuo to help."

The woman huffed, placing her hands on her hips dramatically with a frown plastered to her lips.  If she had learned anything from living with Izaya for the past year, it was the fact that mentioning the unusually strong man's name would bring the sleeping man to some state of consciousness.

"Don't call him..." Izaya mumbled sleepily as he rubbed his eyes and stretched his limbs. "Does Taka-chan need a playmate that badly?" With his teasing, he was deemed 'awake.'

"I need someone to help me shop." Takara declared.

"Do you need me to give you my opinion on new lingerie or something?" The man was greeted with another pillow in his face, as well as a deeply blushing young woman.

Though she was fuming, the curly haired girl released a deep sigh.  "We're not going shopping for clothes."

Izaya blinked his auburn eyes.  "What else do girls shop for?"

"Just wait until we get there.  Now, hurry up and get ready!"

"Okay, okay." Izaya motioned with his boney hands for the girl to calm down.  "No need to be so eager, Taka-chan."  As he smirked, Takara continued to frown.

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 "This is so boring." Izaya sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets.  "Why are we in the Ikebukuro mall?"

Takara had ignored his moaning and groaning for the past hour as she searched through the massive mall for a particular store that only opens after the first of November.  She could already smell the pine-scented candles and hear the joyful music.

She paused, taking in the glistening silver and gold and bright lights that lined the display windows amongst miniature prosthetic evergreen trees and fake snow.  The sight, smell, and sound of the large holiday store made the girl erupt with an unusual joy.

Izaya followed the brunette around the store obediently, taking whatever she told him to hold within his arms.  Eventually, he gave up, deciding that carrying all of the festive decorations would be unsuccessful, judging by how much items the excited woman told him to hold.  His black shirt was already covered with gold and silver glitter that had brushed off of the ornaments.

"Taka-chan, why are you so obsessed with all this stuff?" The dark-haired man asked, though he seemed to be whining, clearly bored with the shopping.

Takara turned around, her hazel eyes testing his question as she raised a thin eyebrow.  "Why?" She repeated.  "It's for Christmas! How can you not want to decorate and just fill the entire apartment with this... happiness?!" She exclaimed, emphasizing her excitement with her arms.

Izaya attempted to muffle a laugh, yet his efforts proved useless.  He erupted into a fit of hysterical laughter.  The girl was taken aback, slightly offended by his reaction.

"How is that so funny?"

"Just... what you said..." He huffed between laughs.  "... decorating the apartment w-with..." He stuttered, clearly having trouble repeating her oh-so-hilarious words.

The way that Izaya had reacted to her joy made Takara feel embarrassed and hurt, causing a red tone to rise to her round cheeks.  She frowned, wrenching the basket of shining decorations from his hands.