Pairing: Izaya/Namie
Theme: “why did you come back?”
Giving a smirk, Izaya looked up to see the brown haired woman standing in his doorway, fingers curled around the handle of the suitcase, purse in her arm. She donned a trench coat, in favor of her normal lab coat, but her red and green attire still remained the same.
“If I recall,” Izaya purred, staying still and watching Namie approach him after closing the door, “you had left Japan to work at Nebula in Chicago, no? What brings you back?”
She neglected to answer. Slippered feet carried her around Izaya’s wheelchair and though the sudden jolt in movement caused pain to ricochet through his body, he did note that Namie, to some extent, minimized that pain.
“I’ve set up appointments starting tomorrow for physical therapy,” she said and wheeled him into the kitchen. Izaya’s lips pursed into a frown as he watched her begin to bustle around, tongue clicking at how poorly stocked his new kitchen was. She looked over. “No wonder you look terrible.”
“How kind of you to say.”
Izaya’s arms moved slowly, pain jolting up and down his limbs, until he was able to lace his fingers together, looking up at her. “Namie-san, answer my question.”
“No one’s heard from you,” she said instead, retrieving a sandwich from her bag and unwrapping it. Pulling up a chair, Namie took a seat by him and offered him the food.
“You’ve been back to Ikebukuro?”
Regarding her warily, Izaya turned away. It was rather clear why she came back and Izaya didn’t like it; she didn’t have any other reason and he didn’t think she was capable of having any sort of emotion for anyone except Seiji, unless it was anger or disgust.
She’s pitying me, isn’t she?
Well, I suppose that’s a new emotion she’s capable of.
“Namie-san,” he said again quietly. “Tell me why you’re here.”
Giving a sigh, Namie stood and retrieved a water bottle, opening it and offering it instead.
“What can I say? No one pays as well for as little work as you do.”
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