Loving the Monster's Sister 3

It was a quiet morning for Shinra, he was just typing on his computer at home when his cellphone began to ring.

“Hm, wonder who it is?” he said as he answered it, “hel-”

“SHINRA!!! MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL AND HELP ME OUT!! (Y/N) IS MISSING!!!!!”

Shinra held the phone away from his already ringing ear.

“Ugh, huh? What was that Shizuo?” he asked, holding the phone at a safe distance away from his other ear. He heard Shizuo take a deep breath before continuing, “I came back from work, but she wasn’t here like always. I tried calling her cellphone, but it keeps going into voicemail! I’ve looked in every single place that she could possibly be, but she isn’t there either!!”

“Ok ok, calm down Shizuo, I know you’re worried sick, but getting angry and worked up isn’t going to help anything. I’ll let Celty know about (y/n) and have her keep a sharp out eye out, I’ll also be looking out for her as well. You should also contact Kyohei and his gang, they’re always everywhere and anywhere after all, it’s a high possibility that they might be able to spot her.”

“Fine, thanks Shinra.”

“Anytime.”

He hung up and immediately texted Celty.

'Hey Celty, you remember (y/n) right? Shizuo’s little sister?'

'Yeah, why?'

'Well, apparently, she’s missing and Shizuo’s really freaking out.'

'Oh no, that’s horrible.'

'Hm, so while you’re out on your errands, keep an eye out for her will you? Otherwise Ikebukero and all of Tokyo is gonna be wiped off the map.'

'Very well, I’ll be on the look out for her.'

'Great. See you later my sweet!'

'Drop dead.'

Shinra smiled as he closed his phone.

“Ah~ She the sweetest thing to ever roam the earth.”

~0~

“This is ridiculous,” (y/n) said to herself as she lounged on the couch. After making their little agreement, Izaya had then announced that he was going out for a while and that she stay right here, or else. He had also taken the liberty of taking her cellphone along with him, just to make sure she didn’t call the cops on him or anything.

“So here I am, held captive by my big brother’s worst enemy, and there's nothing I can do to successfully escape,” she heaved a sigh, “you can do this (y/n), al you have to do is present yourself as a boring girl, and he’ll return you home in no time.” Although something in her gut told (y/n) that getting out of this wont be that easy.

She sighed again and was moved off the couch by her growling stomach. It’s been an hour since Izaya left and she was starving since she didn’t eat breakfast that morning due to not having any milk. (y/n) rummaged through the cupboards of the kitchen and was pleased when she found the ingredients for fried rice. After some time, it was finally done and she was now scavenging around for a plate and fork as well as a cup for some milk she found in the fridge. After she served herself, she heard someone sniffing the air behind her.

“*sniff* *sniff* Mmmmm, something smells really good in here,” Izaya said, entering the kitchen and removing his jacket, throwing it onto a chair at the dining table.

“And it seems there’s some for me, were you thinking of me (y/n)-chan?”

“No, I was gonna have seconds after this cause I’m starving.”

“Oh well,” Izaya grabbed a plate and spooned the rest of the fried rice onto his plate.

“Hey! I made that for myself only!!”

“And how do you plan on stopping me?”

(y/n) scoffed and walked over to the couch, setting her glass of milk on the coffee table in front of her and began eating while Izaya sat down at the table.

“Mmmmmm, there’s nothing like the homecooking of a lovely lady to perk a guy up.”

(y/n) blushed at the comment, but shook it off, “Shut up!”

“What? I just stating the truth. You know, homecooking is my favorite kind of food, next to fatty tuna.”

“Is that so? Why?”

“The cooking of someone can tell alot about them, and that’s what I really like. This, for example, tells me that you really pay attention to detail, but I expected nothing less from a genius like yourself.”

(y/n) scoffed and finished up her rice. Seeing that the rest was taken by Izaya, she began to walking towards the sink with her plate, when Izaya took it from her and replaced it with his own pretty full plate, “Here, you need it more then I do anyway.”

“Uhhhh, thanks?”

“Heh.”

(y/n) returned to the couch and watched as Izaya cleaned up her dishes, wondering why he was this sudden “nice guy.” As soon as the last bite of rice was gone, (y/n) let out a content sigh.

“I’ll take that for you,” Izaya said, taking her empty plate, he was able to go and wash that as well, but then stopped when he noticed something. (y/n) saw Izaya staring at her and it was making her uncomfortable.

“Um, what?”

Without a warning, Izaya lifted her chin up and leaned in, (y/n) felt something wet and fleshy graze one of the corners of her lips, making her squeak out in surprise.

“Eep!!”

“You had some rice on your lips,” Izaya said with a sneaky smirk while licking his lips. (y/n) shoved him away with all of her strength, “Jerk! You didn’t have to do that, you could’ve just told me!” she said, wiping the place where he licked with the sleeve of her shirt. He chuckled, “You have the cutest reactions, guess you’ll be staying here for quite a while.”

'Damn it!! There goes my plan!'

After finishing the dishes, Izaya went to his computer station and began his work, leaving (y/n) on the couch, flipping through the channels until she found something that caught her attention, making sure that the volume wasn’t so loud to disturb Izaya. Sure he was her big brother’s worst enemy, but she still didn’t want to be a distraction from his job. Izaya took notice of (y/n)’s act and grinned.

“You are an interesting girl (y/n),” he said as he typed on the computer.

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Showing compassion to the man who gives your big brother trouble, I must say I’m intrigued.”

“Shut up! It’s just polite to make sure you can focus on your job, that’s all.”

“Whatever you say.”

A hour passed and the show ended. (y/n) shut off the tv and stretched her back. She was a little confused when she didn’t hear typing on a keyboard. Sitting up, straight, she turned around to where Izaya was working. He was leaning back on his chair, one of his arms was supporting his head as he napped in a sitting up position. (y/n) wished she had her cellphone to capture this moment on it and maybe blackmail Izaya with it. She got up form the couch and walked over to him to examine him a little more. His face looked so calm and peaceful, nothing like when he was awake. His mouth was slightly open as he breathed in and out from it. (y/n) sighed and grabbed his jacket from the chair at the dining table, since she didn’t know where he kept blankets, his jacket would just have to be the substitute. She gently draped it over his form and she saw the slightest twitch of a smile on his lips when the warmth enveloped him. Shaking the thought away, she glanced over at his computer, it looked like he was trying to find something, but was having trouble. A note was located next to his computer stating the kind of information he needed for his current client. (y/n) nervously played with her fingers until she finally got in front of the computer and furiously typed, trying to get this done before he woke up. Barely a few minutes later, with a final press of the “enter” key, the information popped up on the screen and (y/n) sighed with relief.

“You know, I figured you’d be good with these kind of things,” (y/n) felt someone grab her wrist and she found herself being pulled into Izaya’s lap, “but I didn’t expect you to be THIS good.”

(y/n) weakly struggled against Izaya’s grip.

“G-get your hands off me you creepy hacker!!”

“I’m a creepy hacker? Weren’t you the one who just helped me hack into a system to get info?”

“That’s- . . . . . I mean . . . . Ugh, just let me go!!”

(y/n)’s struggles were in vain, Izaya held her wrist firmly and his free arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him. His grip grew stronger and (y/n) flinched from the pain that was now sprouting in her hand.

“Ah! Hey you’re hurting me!! Let go!!”

“Heh, seriously? I’m not even using an ounce of full strength, I know you’re weak, but surely you can’t be this we-” he stopped himself when he saw the tears spilling from (y/n)’s eyes.

“P-please . . . . . it hurts . . . .” (y/n) hated the begging tone that came from her voice and the tears that showed just how weak she really was. For a moment, there was concern on Izaya’s face, concern that showed that he wondered if he went too far. He released his grip on her wrist and examined the damage, it was already beginning to bruise really badly. (y/n) felt him loosen his arm around her waist as well, and she took this chance to leap from his lap and run into the room where she had woken up. Izaya made no move to stop her, just watched as she ran and slammed the door shut. He leaned back on his chair and smiled weakly towards the ceiling.

“How can someone so weak, fragile, delicate, yet kind, be related to that Shizu-chan? This world is full of wonders, and for sure, she’s one of them.”

His weak smile turned into a smirk as he twirled around in his chair, “Which is perfect for a god like me to possess such a wonder for myself. (y/n), my most loved and sacred human, you better get comfortable here, cause you’re gonna be staying for quite a while.”