𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 || Orihara Izaya

Chapter 3

Both Izaya and Reira wouldn't expect to be stuck in the same quandary from the previous so soon, so soon that the author didn't even allow it to wait for a chapter or two more. Due to that, a certain informant can be found humming a merry tone, mocking the brown haired veterinarian currently washing the dishes as his eyebrows twitched from displeasure.

"Reira-kun, may I ask where (Y/N)-chan is?" Izaya questioned as he watched the younger male dry the dishes with a clean cloth as he remained seated on his wheelchair, still unable to move for it would take a month more before his broken limbs heal.

"You may not." Annoyed by the information broker's voice, and being itself, Reira answered in a rather sarcastic way. The older male chuckled upon seeing the tan-skinned brunette slowly losing his temper, apparently not pleased on being stuck with Izaya alone.

"Do you really despise me that much?" The raven haired male inquired, an everlasting smirk present on his pale features. "I don't remember doing anything wrong directly towards you, Reira-kun."

The way the informant's velvety shifted to a lower, smoother tone than usual alarmed Reira. The brunette could recognize the change of tone from his predicament on being alone with the same male just a week ago. Being familiar with Izaya, Reira knew that the informant was once again up to something he would rather find troublesome –which was likely to be another word play to get him to crack. Reira was barely able to get his way around the last one, and he was just not sure if his situation right now would be easier.

"I know you're planning to get something from me, Orihara." Reira lets out a sigh, attempting to calm down his nerves as he closed his eyes.

"Oh~?" Izaya grinned, his dark brown orbs glinting with mischief and delight. "What if I am?"

"Is it about (Y/N) again? Or, are you planning on continuing where you left off last week?" Reira stood his ground, retorting with a question as he wiped his hands, finishing his task with the dishes. "No matter what you have in plan, I won't let you break me. I did break though the other time, so what's a second time."

Reira gave off a confident demeanour, not backing down from the twenty-four-year-old informant. Despite of that fact, Izaya grinned roguishly, unfazed by the shorter male's assertive words. In fact, he was rather grateful for his reply, for once again, Reira has played right through his hands.

Amused that the younger male said exactly what he was expecting, Izaya lets out a snide laugh. "I was expecting you to say that." He smirked as the other's frown deepens. "From what I can see, you don't just see (Y/N)-chan as your best friend. Could it be that perhaps... you love her in a romantic way?"

Orihara Izaya's dark brown eyes shimmered with a mix of diverse malicious intentions, but in spite of that, Fukao Reira can't get a grasp on the hidden emotions and thoughts hidden behind his Cheshire smirk.

"What I feel is of irrelevant matter." Reira bared his teeth, his little patience left being pushed to the limit.

"How scary~." Izaya sang in a rather contemptuous manner. "You look like a little angry puppy. But..."

At that moment, Izaya's permanent enigmatic smirk seemed to have abruptly disappeared as the features on his pale face seemed to have darkened. "A little puppy is still no match towards a grown cat, especially if the cat's cunning actions get the better of the small dog."

"Well, a cat with useless limbs is a different story." Reira scoffed.

"How can you be so sure, Reira-kun?" The words ran smoothly against his tongue. "When you're obviously confused... on your feelings for (Y/N)."