Dangerous Love (Izaya Orihara x OC)

Chapter 11

"Taka-chan." Izaya sung excitedly the next day.

She hummed questioningly, taking a sip of her coffee as she pressed for him to continue.

"I have a surprise for you today." He grinned.

"More surprises?" She raised a brow, but couldn't hide her smile. "Are you planning on becoming a Japanese Santa Clause?" She joked.

"Just for you." He chuckled. "Do you remember where we went for our first date?"

"Do you think I'd forget?"

He pulled two tickets from his pocket, flashing them in front of her eyes with an excited glimmer in his own auburn gaze.

"The Santa Monica Pier... I heard that place is really cool." She acknowledged. "Even though I lived here, I've never been."

"Even though it's way cooler than the one went to in Shibuya, it's an amusement park just like the one we went to." He explained. "What do you think?"

"I think it'll be fun."

"Good." He nodded surely. "But that's not all."

"You're making me nervous."

Izaya beamed upon hearing this, his toothy grin keeping the atmosphere friendly. "I booked a photographer to take our engagement photos on the beach during sunset. The photographer's main branch is in Tokyo, so she speaks Japanese, but she has a branch in Las Angeles, too. And, thinking you wouldn't think to pack it, I brought that lace dress that you planned to wear for the photos. Oh, don't worry. I scheduled you for an appointment with a hair stylist and make-up artist beforehand."

"Izaya..." Takara trailed in disbelief. "You're going to be the greatest husband in the world."

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Hours later, after being pampered by getting her hair styled and make-up done, Takara's stomach was bubbling with excitement as she stood on the wooden pier, surrounded by the ocean, waiting for the photographer to set up.

Izaya squeezed her hand as he was dressed nicely with a fashionable vest over a white button-up shirt with jeans. He tilted his head so that he could place a light kiss on her lips.

A clicking sound startled them, causing them to break apart quickly and shyly.

"And now, our shoot begins." The photographer, wearing no shoes and having long, straight black hair, declared as she held the camera in her hand. She appeared to be the same age as the engaged couple, possibly a year or two older, but her smile was mature and welcoming.

Through the next hour, she had the two pose in various different positions, whether they embraced each other or kissed one another sweetly. There was a lot of laughter, most of which Izaya was the cause of, doing something to embarrass the girl.

Finally, the sun was setting over the small waves. Izaya grasped onto both of Takara's hands, and in the perfect moment, they tilted their heads to catch each other's lips. The photographer claimed that she had captured the "perfect shot" with the last pose.

With that, the photographer left to edit the photos. She said she would send them the final products within two weeks via flash-drive.

The two were left on their own to make the best of the night. Of course, there was no question that they would go on the enormous illuminated wheel. The line was lengthy, but it passed quickly and before long, they stepped into one of the compartments and gazed through the massive window that overlooked both the city of Las Angeles and the ocean.

The wheel slowed near the top of its rotation. Izaya clasped onto Takara's smaller hand and turned her around so that she was facing him. He pinned her hand to the wall and laced his free hand around her waist.

He kissed her, and she returned it. She felt as though her body was melting into his. She jokingly bit his lower lip, and he released a low moan. The hand that was entwined with hers moved to the back of her head as he deepened the kiss, making his dominance apparent.

Takara moved her hands in front of her, pushing Izaya away. "We're still sort of in public." She mumbled shyly.

"Are you underestimating me?" He teased with a wide grin.

"What?"

"I think I could be pretty fast."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know." He smirked as he leaned in for another kiss and began to play with the zipper of her lace dress.

"Izaya!" The brunette squealed, her face furiously red.

He released a satisfied chuckle and ruffled her curly hair. "I'm just joking."

"Meanie." She huffed with a pout.

"I love you, Taka-chan."

She blinked her hazel eyes, surprised by his sudden comment. She didn't think she would ever get used to hearing those words, and then there was the fact that he always said them at random times, catching her off-guard. "Are you trying to make me feel guilty for being rude?" She folded her arms over her chest.

"Nope. I just felt like saying it." He hummed.

She muttered shyly, "I love you, too."

"I know."

Moments later, the ride came to an end, and the two stepped out of their compartment. "I think we're missing something." Takara grinned. When Izaya tilted his head in confusion, she clarified, "Cotton candy."

The raven-haired man laughed nonchalantly. "I agree."

"I'll be back. You wait at a bench or something." The girl instructed, earning a sarcastic comment from her fiancé.

"Such a gentlemen."

She stuck out her tongue playfully as she proceeded to find a cotton candy station, disappearing into a crowd of people.

Izaya watched as she left his sight. "Oh, it's you!" He heard suddenly, spoken in clear English. Though he didn't understand the words, he turned to the source of the sound.

A vaguely familiar brunette stood there, her long, straight hair tied back behind her narrow head. Izaya recognized her as the same girl that had caused Takara so much insecurity in Las Vegas. He knew that she was trouble.

"I have to say, I'm excited to see you again." She said as she bit her lip in a seductive manner.

The young man thought deeply as he tried to figure out what to say to the English-speaking woman. "I do-nt... speak-u English." He muttered in a heavy accent.

"Hm-hm." She giggled. "That makes this fun."

He lifted his hands in attempt to keep the girl from approaching him, but she still strode towards him.

"I think us meeting again must be some sort of fate." She placed her long fingers on his upper chest, pressing his body against the railing of the pier. "You should come to my apartment later, hm?"

Izaya furrowed his brows inconfusion, but as he tried to understand what she was saying or her intentions,she once again stole his lips.