Dangerous Love (Izaya Orihara x OC)

Chapter 10

After ordering the ruffled white gown, Lou and Cole demanded a meeting with Izaya, whom they seemed infatuated with due to large diamond that adorned Takara's finger. She explained that he didn't speak English very well, but the two Americans insisted she be the translator.

Thus, she called him, and he was just as eager to meet up with her friends, despite the language barrier. Takara seemed to be the only one that was nervous about the situation. All three of the open personalities seemed like a recipe for disaster.

But there the four of them were, sitting around a table with fancy coffees in their hands. Izaya sat beside the brunette as Lou and Cole sat across from them.

In a heavy accent, Izaya struggled to speak in English. "Nice-u to mee-ch-u."

Cole released an excited squeal. "Ah! His accent is so cute!"

Though he was unsure of what they were saying, Izaya chuckled. Lou rested his elbows on the table and his chin on the back of his hands quizzically. He narrowed his dark brown gaze at the Japanese man. "So, Mister Izaya, how did you get the money to buy that rock?" He pointed at the ring Takara wore.

The curly-haired girl translated Lou's words to Japanese so Izaya could offer a response. He nodded, letting her know that she could offer the correct answer.

"He's an information broker."

"Cool!" Cole exclaimed.

"But wait," Lou began. "Don't you work for the police, Takara? Isn't his job kind of..."

"Yeah, the police don't like information brokers. But I don't work for the police anymore. I work with him." Takara shrugged.

"Okay, so..." Cole trailed, also looking at Izaya curiously. Her thin red bow was raised. "How long have you been in love with our sweet Takara?" Her grin was mischievous, and the mere question made the brunette's cheeks redden shyly.

She nervously asked Izaya in Japanese, stuttering over her words.

His lips curved into a sweet smile as his auburn gaze softened, seeing her flustered state. He took a deep breath and pulled a napkin from the center of the table. He took a pen from the inside of his jacket and wrote on it '13 years' in English. He slid it across the table so that the girl's friends could see it.

Lou and Cole gasped, similarly to how Takara reacted when she was first told in the airport.

Cole clasped her hands over her cheeks. "That's so cute!"

"Takara, honey. How in the world has this guy loved you for thirteen years and you guys only got together after you left college?" Lou rolled his eyes.

"A lot happened." She answered. "He wasn't exactly the most wonderful guy in high school."

"What changed, then?" Cole asked. "'Cause I definitely want a boyfriend as perfect as he seems."

"I think we both grew up a little bit." The brunette smiled.

"Yeah, my boyfriend needs to take lessons from Izaya." Lou added. "Can I take a picture of that ring? If he gets me anything smaller, we're done."

Takara erupted with laughter, and between breaths, translated their conversation to her fiancé.

"Oh, God. That means I need to get a bigger one for the wedding..." He joked with a bright smirk.

She continued with her fit of laughter as she proceeded to translate her words to English.

"Ooh! Speaking of...!" Cole interrupted. "I do work at a jewelry shop." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Upon hearing Takara's translation, Izaya murmured, "Why not? We can go tomorrow."

Her hazel eyes brightened excitedly. "Really?"

"Of course." He entwined his long fingers with hers and squeezed her hand with assurance.

Takara turned to her two friends. "We'll be in tomorrow."

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Surely enough, the next day came quickly. The brunette's stomach fluttered excitedly as she walked next to Izaya, their hands once again interlocked.

"You seem really happy." He mentioned, pressing for her to elaborate.

She nodded. "That's because I am happy. You know, when we first got engaged, it was hard to really grasp that we are getting married. Now, with the dress and rings, it feels like it's actually happening. And that makes me really happy." She beamed at the young man.

His grin widened and he abruptly snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her into her arms. He gently caressed her flushed cheek and kissed her nose lightly. "What makes me the most happy is knowing that you are going to become my wife."

Takara giggled. "Since when are you such a softie...?"

"I've always been a softie." He hummed in response. "I just finally have you, so now you can see that soft side."

"You have not always been a softie." She stated in disbelief.

"Well, maybe I'm not all soft..." He began to tease, his lips displaying a smirk. "I know you've seen the dangerous side, too." Before the girl could notice, his mouth was by her ear. He bit her ear playfully.

The brunette squealed. "Izaya! We're in public!"

"I'm aware." He laughed, letting go of her waist and returning to grasping her palm. "Don't forget that I'm pretty damn dangerous." He joked.

"I'm pretty damn dangerous, too." She laughed.

"Not to me."

"Meanie." She pouted.

He chuckled under his breath. "We'll see just how dangerous you are on our honeymoon."

The girl's face became bright red as she huffed, "Pervert."

Izaya paused, not offering her a sarcastic comeback as he usually did. Instead, he looked at her with gentle, warm eyes and a closed-lips smile. "I love you, Taka-chan."

"Eh?" She gasped, blinking rapidly as she tried to cool her heated cheeks. She averted her hazel eyes shyly as she mumbled, "It's embarrassing when you say things like that so suddenly."

He hummed as he thought to himself. "I don't really see what's wrong with it."

"It's not that there's something wrong with it."

"I love you, and if I could tell you that every second of the day, I would. But at that point, I think you'll get annoyed." He chuckled to himself.

"Idiot." Shehuffed. "I love you, too."