"Namieeee!" The cocky informant called as if his very life were at stake," Naaammieeee-chaaaaan!"

"What do you want?" His young employee answered quite bluntly.

"Namieeee-chaaaaan!"

"I'm listening, what do you want?" she growled.

"Help meeeee! Namieeeeeeee!"

She figured if he called out her name one more time in that annoying voice, she would snap for sure. The only thing she could do is leave the huge pile of paperwork he had left out for her, and figure out what her boss was whining about this time.

"I'm here," she said as she stepped into Izaya's room. She figured he was going to ask her to get him another drink, or maybe make him a snack, like he always did. It was infuriating the way he was always playing around while she finished his work, and even more infuriating that he always tried to distract her while she worked, as if to rub this fact in her face.

"Thank god you're here, Namie! Save meeee!"

Namie sighed. "Yes, what's the problem?"

"There!" Izaya pointed his finger at the corner of his room in over exaggerated horror, while shuddering on his chair.

Namie glanced at the empty corner, then at the normally terrifying man, trembling in his chair while holding his knees. "And?"

"That! There!" Izaya sputtered, "Spider!" He finally choked out.

"Is this why you bothered me? It's just a spider," sighed Namie as she rolled her eyes.

"Just a spider?!" the informant gaped, as if she had said something shocking.

"I suppose you want it gone," said Namie. She picked up the nearest book, walked over to the spider, and crushed it with one blow. "Better?"

Izaya was staring at as though she had done something impossible. "N-Namie-chan!"

"What now?" she growled.

Izaya spun his chair around so the back faced her, and peered over at her, "You're kinda scary." As if to emphasize this, he lowered his head as if to hide from her.

Namie rolled her eyes again, "I suppose I can get back to work now?"

"Yes, please do, and I'll get back to loving the people of this city," Izaya said with a nasty chuckle, straightening up his appearance.

Just then, realization dawned over Namie. She began to giggle, and then laugh outloud.

"What is it?" Izaya asked warily.

"Who would have known," smirked Namie, "One of Ikebukuro's most dangerous men is afraid of spiders."

"I'm not scared," frowned Izaya, "Just that particular spider looked like a poisonous one. Just imagine how devastating it would be if this town lost me."

Namie raised an eyebrow, "Then you're saying, if more spiders seemed to mysteriously appear in this apartment, it wouldn't matter?"

Izaya swallowed. "I think you should get back to finishing your work."

"Your work," Namie corrected him before leaving.

Namie's mind was focused on something else while she worked that day. She believed it was time to pay back Izaya for all those times he teasing her about her brother, disturbing her while working, and just being his annoying self. It could also be considered a personal favor to all the citizens of Ikebukuro.

Namie was here to deliver their vengeance. And it would be even sweeter since she discovered Izaya had such a peculiar weakness. She had a feeling the next few days would be the best of her life.

Izaya's shouting the next morning confirmed this. Although it woke Namie up much too early in the morning, it was worth it to see the look of panic on Izaya's face.

"Naaaamieeeee!" wailed Izaya.

"Yes, Izaya?" she said in a sugary tone with an innocent smile.

"S-spider!" he cried out in desperation.

"Ah, I see it!" she smiled brightly.

"It was you wasn't it?" he wailed again, "Get rid of it!"

"Oh? And what will you do for me if I kill it?"

"N-Namie!" Izaya protested.

"Well I'm definitely not killing it for free."

"Alright, alright, I'll buy you some chocolates if you kill it," Izaya whined.

"Done," smiled Namie. Who knew it was this easy to control the most manipulative man in this town. However, she wasn't done torturing her boss for today.

Halfway through the day, Izaya stepped into the bathroom to take a shower. Five minutes later, there was a clamor of objects being thrown to the ground, and Izaya shouting in a panic.

"Naamieee-chaaaan!" he cried. "I can't believe you would go this far!"

Namie burst into laughter. "Oh, I would."

"Help meeeee!"

Namie reached for the handle.

"N-no! Wait! Don't come in!" Izaya let out an anguished scream as Namie struggled to choke down her laughter. The bathroom door then burst open as Izaya rushed out, draped in just a towel; he was soaking wet, with soapsuds lingering in his hair.

"Well, what do I get this time?" Namie questioned.

Izaya scowled. "I'll quit making you do my errands for me. Now just kill it already!"

Namie looked at the expression on Izaya's face, and burst into laughter once again.

"Ha, ha, you had your laugh," glared Izaya.

Unfortunately, it still wasn't enough for Namie. She still had one special trick she was saving just for dinner.

Izaya looked up as she came in carrying his meal. "Thanks, Namie." It was probably the first time he had ever thanked her for anything.

He took a bite of his food. "I believe you went a bit…overboard with your pranks today." Another bite. "But I suppose you could say, I probably might have deserved it, since most humans are incapable of understanding my love for them." Swallow. "But I'm willing to excuse your immature behavior for today." He gulped down another bite of his food.

"Yes, I understand."

"Good. Anyways, what is this stuff? It's delicious."

Namie cracked a devilish grin. "Did you even look at it?"

Izaya poked the food with his fork. Something was sticking out. Something, hairy, that somewhat resembled a leg. The leg of a spider.

Izaya tossed the plate into the air, which narrowly missed Namie, and began to spit out whatever was in his mouth onto the carpet. He then rushed to the bathroom, where he began to throw up everything he had just eaten.

Namie giggled. She supposed she had gone a bit overboard with that idea, but with the way Izaya treated everyone it didn't seem so bad at the start. Izaya's reaction caused her to feel a bit of guilt, however. She figured she'd apologize to him later on, once he was done being sick.

She then remembered she still had a mountain of paperwork to complete for Izaya. She had been so preoccupied with teasing the informer she had completely neglected her work.

She was busy with her work when the door slammed open.

You," growled Izaya, more furious than she had ever seen him.

She was so taken aback by his appearance that she could only stare up at him with wide, nervous eyes.

He leaned over her desk so his face was only inches from hers. "You went much too far this time," he whispered, his voice trembling with rage.

"I'm sorry," she squeaked.

"Not yet," he smirked evilly. "You're going to pay. I'm going to find your weakness, and then you're going to pay."