A few random clips from the daily life of Izaya and Namie. More chapters to come. (Hopefully...)
All one-shots: not really related, or even in chronological order.
I don't own Durarara. Wish I did...
"Izaya, I'll warn you now," Namie threatened, "It's in your best interest not to annoy me when I'm in possession of a large, rather sharp kitchen knife."
"What? All I said was that the pasta could use some salt..."
This was a typical conversation for Izaya Orihara and his resident Namie Yagiri.
Half insults, half threats. Mostly idly threats, but threats nonetheless.
Izaya picked at the pasta for another second.
"So I take it that you're not bringing me the salt?"
"HELLS NO!"
He couldn't help but smile at Namie's over-reaction. She was very touchy when it came to 2 subjects - her brother and her cooking.
"If you think that my cooking's so bad, you can make the food yourself!"
"Now, I never said 'your cooking is bad', I just stated that the dish could use a little salt. If you don't want me asking for it, add more salt in the first place."
Glaring for another few seconds, Namie eventually turned and left Izaya to his bland pasta.
The next night, when Izaya took a bite of his dinner, he gagged for a few minutes before quickly washing it down with half a glass of water.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Namie was throwing out the now-empty box of salt whose contents in their entirety had been poured into Izaya's dish.
Revenge.
Sweet...or rather...salty, revenge.
It was early, and Namie certainly hadn't gotten enough sleep the previous night, on account of Izaya's waltzing into the apartment at 11 at night, handing her a rather large stack of papers, and insisting that she finish filing them all before she went to bed. So of course, she was still half asleep, and not really coordinated in the least this morning.
She made her way into the bathroom to get ready, and accidentally bumped into the corner of the counter as her tires eyes closed over in a long blink.
Izaya's toothrush had been sitting on the edge of this counter, and it now toppled from it's precarious post.
Namie made a quick grab, but was too slow, and Izaya's toothbrush fell into the trashcan.
Right on top of all the dust-bunnies, old toenail clippings, and random other filth from the floors that she had dumped in there after cleaning the floors the previous day.
Namie wasn't sure whether to be scared or amused. Izaya would kill her if he found out...
But this sort of served him right for making her file all those papers so late.
She fished the toothbrush out, rinsing the majority of the dust off of it, then placed it back on the countertop where it was kept.
Maybe he wouldn't notice...
She hoped he wouldn't.
"Namie, you're ignoring me." Izaya said, standing behind her as she got ready for bed.
The young woman turned to glare at him, the handle of her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.
She mumbled something incomprehensible and turned her back to him again.
Interpreting her mumble as her asking what he wanted, Izaya leaned back against the counter.
"Well, all I really wanted to know was why my toothbrush tasted like dirt."
He tried to keep a straight face as Namie instantly gagged, accidentally snorting toothpaste out her nose as she laughed.
"What? What is it? What's so funny?" he pestered, leaning overtop of her.
A minute later, when she had managed to stop choking, she turned to Izaya, eyes watering.
"That was mean!"
Smiling, Izaya patted her head.
"Sorry about that. But what you did was mean as well."
Namie's cheeks flushed slightly, embarrassed that she had been caught.
"Don't worry though, Namie," he smiled, "I already knew that you dropped my toothbrush into the trash can."
She stared back at him skeptically.
"You don't seem mad..."
"I'm not. I figure this makes us even."
"..." her eyes narrowed threateningly, "Why's that?"
Izaya's grin was huge.
"Because I dropped your toothbrush in the toilet yesterday."
Her hands instantly clapped over her mouth, and she slapped the faucet on.
Izaya laughed, getting a kick out of her reaction to his white lie as he watched her desperately washing her mouth out.
Namie had heard him laugh, though.
"IZAYAAAAA...!" she yelled, turning on him.
The information broker, conscious that his life was in danger, fled the room.
"No."
"Come on!"
"No!"
"Namie~chan..."
"I said no! I'm not betting with you!"
"But it's no fun betting against myself..."
"Too bad."
"Oh, come on! There's a fifty-fifty chance! How could I rig this?"
Izaya tossed the coin into the air, catching it again as it fell.
"You could weigh one side of the coin! And besides, who bets on a freaking coin-toss?"
The information broker rolled his eyes.
"Namie, please...I'm bored out of my mind, here..."
"I can tell."
"So you'll bet?"
"No!" she snapped, "What are we betting anyway?"
Izaya smiled.
"My bet is that it'll land on one side, with me giving you $1000 if I'm wrong. Yours is that it'll land on the other side."
"Oh? And what happens to me if I'm wrong?"
Izaya's grin widened.
"You have to wear a maid cosplay for 3 days."
"WHAT?"
"Deal's on, then." Izaya said quickly, tossing the coin in the air. "Heads!"
Namie watched closely as he caught the coin and slapped it down on the back of his other hand.
"Ready?" he smiled darkly.
He moved his hand slowly, grinning at her, but as he saw the coin, his smile quickly disappeared.
Tails.
"Yes!" Namie cried, punching a fist into the air, "You owe me a thousand dollars!"
Izaya slumped back onto the couch.
"You never agreed to the bet..."
"Sure I did. You agreed to it for me. Now give me the cash."
Grumbling, Izaya went to get his wallet.
He had weighted the coin on the wrong side.
Namie glared up at Izaya as the information broker balanced himself atop a ladder.
"Again, I think this is a really stupid idea." she muttered.
"Well, that's why I didn't ask your oppinion!" Izaya grinned, tugging at the ceiling tiles.
The power to their apartment had been cut off after Izaya 'forgot' to pay one of the bills.
Namie wrapped her lab coat more tightly around herself as the chill seeped through the thin material. No power meant no heat, and in the middle of winter.
"This isn't going to work..."
"Sure it is! The guy in the apartment above us is gone for the winter, but he left his heat running! All I have to do is make an opening..."
With that, Izaya gave one last yank to the tile, and it popped out of the ceiling.
"There! See?" he gave her a cocky smile, "Now all I have to do is move this insulation, push out this tile in his floor, and..."
Izaya yelped in surprise and nearly fell off the ladder as a gallon of water cascaded from the hole he had created.
The man in the apartment above them had left his heat on, but had also left the faucet dripping and the sink stopper up. The floor had been flooded.
Namie glared up at the information broker, now thoroughly soaked.
"Brilliant, Izaya! Just freaking brilliant!"
Izaya descended the ladder, completely dry, to stand before the dripping scientist.
"Sorry, Namie. You'd better go change before you catch cold."
She glared at him so fiercely that Izaya took a step back.
"All my clothes are at the cleaners, remember? Your refusing to pay the bills cut off the power to the washing machine too! None of my outfits get back till tonight!"
Izaya winced slightly, but couldn't keep a grin off his face.
"Well, you could put on one of my outfits."
"They're all at the cleaners too."
"Why would you send all of our clothing to the cleaners at the same time?"
"Well I wasn't expecting you to hack into the swimming pool of the renter upstairs!"
Izaya thought for a moment.
Well, this wasn't good. Namie was already shivering.
With a sigh, Izaya took off his coat.
"Here. Go change into this for now."
Blushing slightly, but too cold to argue, Namie snatched the coat from him.
"Make sure not to bend over to pick anything up!" he called, grinning after her.
"Shut up, Izaya!"
So that's all the insanity I have for now. I hope to post part 2 soon...need inspiration...and sleep...
As always, reviewes are greatly appreciated! ^^ Thank you for reading!