Saturday evening; after a long day at her lovely job, Namie was tired and ready to come home to rest. However, arriving at said destination in her car, she was horrified at the sight. Her house was but a smoldering black mass. She gaped. "What the hell…?" She asked herself. She got out of her car and a firefighter immediately approached her, he had just finished putting out the fire. His team was getting ready to leave.

"Ma'am, is this your house?" He asked the shocked Namie. She looked at him with a fiery gaze. "Yes. And I'd like to know why the hell it's no longer a house." She told him, irritation clearly present in her voice. The firefighter looked uneasy for a moment, "Well, we got a call from your neighbors saying there was a fire here, police are still investigating. Do you have any idea how this could have happened? Did you leave any appliances active while away?" He asked. She scoffed, "If I knew why there was a fire started I would tell you. And no, I'm not stupid enough to leave a stove running or something." She glared at him, "I'm leaving, tell me when you find out what happened." She said, before turning around and getting into her car again, leaving a very confused looking fire fighter in her wake.

Once inside her car, she pulled out her red phone from her purse and dialed the first number that came to mind. The phone rang as she waited impatiently, and it finally went through. The voice of her brother on the other end was enough to make a small smile appear on her face. "Seiji? I'm sorry to ask this, but can I come stay with you by any chance?" She asked hopefully. She heard a sigh on the other end, and then he answered, "Sorry sis, but I can't do that, I already have enough problems as it is." He said, no remorse in his voice. Her smile faded, "Oh…alright. Sorry to bother you this late. Goodnight, I love you." She said. She heard a grunt on the other end, and then he hung up.

She glared at her phone. 'Damn, that was the only person I can really think of…" She thought. 'And I really don't want to have to resort to some sort of other certain person.' As she was thinking those thoughts, her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID. It was Izaya. She was reluctant to answer it, but she sighed and opened her phone, "What? I'm not in the mood for jokes right now." She told him, sounding even more irritated now that he was calling. She heard him chuckle on the other side of the line, "Oh, I was just calling because I heard your house has been reduced to a pile of ash." He said, sounding like it was funny. She glared, "How did you hear about that so quickly?" She said, raising her voice slightly. He laughed a little more, "You should know by now, right? I have my sources." He said, "But enough of this, you probably have no place to go right?" She let him continue, "You can always come stay here~." He said. She growled, "It's like you just knew this was going to happen." From the other end, Izaya was silent for a moment, but then smiled, "Well, I am an informant after all." He said, as if that was an excuse for him to use. It was silent for both of them for a moment, and then Namie started up her car. "Bring out some pillows or something, I have no choice but to come there I guess." She said. She heard him clap his hands, "Great! I'll be expecting you then, Goodbye!" He hung up. 'I'm going to kill him…' She thought. And then she began to drive right back to where she just was, joy overflowing in her heart. Not.