Oh. My. God.

I am SOOOOOOO sorry for not updating for so long people!

I have been being swamped by homework and stress and…laziness. No joke.

BUT!

Here is the latest chapter of this story~ so enjoy!

Namie sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time today, looking over at Izaya with an agitated scowl on her face. Her eye twitched.

He had managed to buy matching pink frilly aprons at some point and now she, and him were both clad in one.

The foul mood surrounding her would never go away at this rate.

She pulled out a pot from the cupboard below the sink, ignoring Izaya's blatant smirk; That smirk that was, of course, always plastered on his face.

"One day I'll wipe it clean off…" thought Namie to herself, whilst adding raw potatoes to the pot.
Izaya came up behind her as she pulled out a masher from a drawer.

"Na-mi-e~…" He chimed, noting her irritation, "What can I do to help? This was supposed to be a partner activity remember~?"

Once again, a sigh was elicited from Namie's lips as she turned to face him; he had now managed to create a mock pout just to tick her off even further.

"…" She was silent for a moment and then she decided if he wanted to do something, he could do something. "Why not go and stand in the corner of the kitchen, and pretend to do something. That could be counted as an activity." She suggested tonelessly.

He chuckled. 'Tch…' she thought.

"Come now Namie, let's be serious shall we~? Why, with our cooking skills combined, this dinner will be five stars!" He said excitedly.

She put a hand to her forehead, "I've never seen you even look in your fridge, what makes you think I'd trust you to cook in here." She deadpanned.

"Hmm…" he traced his index finger along the countertop and stopped on the handle of the pot Namie had just put the potatoes in, "Because you have no reason not to trust me~." He said, tone sounding more serious. He looked her in the eyes and for just a second, she could see through him.

"…" She thought about it. Why had things he had been saying lately been getting to her so easily? She brushed off the thought and glared back at him full force, "More like, I have plenty more reasons to distrust you, rather than to trust you."

This time, Izaya erupted in full on laughter and clutched at his stomach, she moved her head slightly back, surprised by his actions, as she raised a brow in question.

He stopped laughing enough to look at her once again in seconds.

"Here I am, giving you a place to stay, and allowing you to stay however long you want, as well as still paying you a decent salary…and yet you still find it hard to trust me." He paused, with a malicious glint in his eye as his face closed in on hers, "You really aren't quite like all the others, right Namie?"

She frowned and pushed him back slightly, turning back to face the pot on the counter,
"Who cares. Let's just get this over with and eat." She said.

Izaya made a small "Hmph." and then grabbed the pot out of Namie's hands, along with the masher.

She glared at him, "Hey…" she began, before Izaya stopped her, "I'll be doing this. After all, it's a partner effort, remember?"

Namie snorted, she wasn't going to let something as minute as this situation get the better of her for the day, even if they had been locked out just about a half-hour prior. She set herself up to make sandwiches instead.

She also thought about poisoning them…

But unfortunately he was watching her, obviously wary of her poison threats.

She'd save it for another time, then.

AN: Ah! I know it's a short chapter but…I'll be posting more later! I promise!

Also, if you'd like, I'm going to be doing an ask session with these two, so if you'd like, you can either PM me or put your questions in the comments. Ask as many as you want and Namie and Izaya will answer them together in a special chapter! And please, do not just ask questions to one of the characters! If you ask one a question, the rule is, you must ask the other a question as well!

THANK YOU FOR READING!

Love you all~ 3