.Prologue.

It was night. We were children by the time the events began to out fold. The start of my unfortunate fate after one single mistake. Ever since then, I've always thought that incredulous matters filled the entire world; that I was the only one with these miserable conceptions. Of how one word can affect the entire universe, how one simple statement could easily crush us as if we were pawns.

That night, the first snow fell although the clock displayed that a new day had begun.

Flakes from the sky continued to fall, most parts of the city were covered in blankets of ice and frost. Streams of lakes and rivers cascaded into their frozen state, the trees had their leaves shed in a favor of having their water stored. Whilst each and every individual indulged themselves into a soothing slumber, tucked into their bed with a smile on their face. Even I was one of them.

I comfortably buried myself within the silken blankets. My lips curled at the warmth surrounding me, for it made me felt safe.

It didn't take long until I heard a noise however, and it appeared to be coming from outside my door. Not bothering to bat an eye open, I instead listened intently to the creaks as I felt the intruder entering. Brows arched in suspicions when I felt the figure drawing closer, and closer, and closer towards me. At this point, I grew alarmed. There was a sudden weight from the corner of my bed, it didn't feel too heavy but rather light. Resembling more of a feather.

Intrigued, I crept an eye open, not expecting any sort of those monsters to be on my bed. For one, I never did believe in them, even as a child. But I did believe in miracles and peaceful endings. As soon as I turned my head, I immediately regretted it. The price? Tackled by the figure, and the weight finally fell onto me. With a muffled shriek, I found the strength to push away whoever that was, even though a certain person passed through my mind as I did that.

"Iza-nii! Iza-nii! Let's play, let's go and play!"

"Psyche, what are you doing here?" Rising from my laid position, I sat properly on the bed. An unamused expression put on as I glared at him, obviously displeased at how the situation had turned. The intruder, though, bounced back into his overjoyed mode. My hand swept up in his as Psyche swung them around playfully, repeating a mantra of 'Let's play!' once again. I sighed in weariness, now comparing my meddlesome brother to a broken recorder.

"I want to sleep. Go back to your room."

With that said, I purposely pushed him so he could fall off the mattress, a small thud heard. Satisfied, I wore a smirk before reaching over for the blanket and yanked it over. But I knew that Psyche isn't one to give up so easily. And as soon as I pulled the sheets up to my head, it was immediately snatched away, the coldness got to me and made me shiver. For one more time, and hopefully the last, I was about to protest but Psyche beat me to it. A question that never failed to ignite the excitement within me. Six words, one simple question.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?"

I froze, blinking for few times before taking a glance outside the window, it was still snowing. Looking back to my brother, he had a huge grin on his face and in return, I smiled. We both exactly knew what would happen next.

"... Yes."

"But for god's sake, quiet down before mom catches us."

No more words were needed to be spoken. After wearing our coats and gloves, Psyche and I made a dash for the door downstairs, being as silent as possible while our parents were still sleeping. With a step taken outside the house, we quickly sprang off on our own and into the middle of the night. Exchanging few words and soft laughter at the successful attempt of our escape, not once giving a chance to think of the consequences if we were caught. We never really cared, we did what we wanted, and we always seek for entertainment whenever the other was around.

We eventually arrived at our destination. A frozen lake, unscathed and glistened in beautiful colors that shone under the moonlight; and trees surrounding it in a circle. This was our favorite outdoor place every season. During summer, we'd sit under the trees and share a picnic. During autumn, we would take a walk around the lake's residence. In winter, we have snowball fights, build a snowman or even go skating on the frozen lake. That night, we chose to skate instead.

I left Psyche alone for a while that time, told him to not move as I went to search for our shoes. When I made my way back to the lake, I heard a cry for help; the voice sounded familiar, almost like Psyche that it made my heart race hurriedly. I pleaded for it not to be my brother but luck didn't seem to be on my side.

"Iza-nii!" It was definitely him. Releasing the ice skates, I ran for the lake, each step I have taken made a crunched noise as my scattered thoughts went bizarre. Did someone hurt him? Was he captured? What will mom and dad say if they found about this? All I know for sure is that I'll be dead. More dead than a dead man.

Finally reaching the place, I saw Psyche standing on the frozen lake. I sighed in relief, at least no one was bothering him or made any attempts to pull his life away. But I was curious, why was he remaining so still like a frozen statue?

"Psyche? What's wrong?"

He turned his head to look at me, his eyes alone showed fear. After I took the first cautious step into the ice rink, he shook his head. I was confused, uncertain of why was he shaking his head at me. Being a simple-minded child back theb, I ignored it and continued to approach him.

"Iza-nii, don't."

There was a sincere concern in his tone but I didn't listen. After all, I had an intention to help him so, why is he telling me to not to do it?

"Stop!"

I ignored his protest, taking few more steps.

"STOP!"

Crack! I immediately halted and glanced at the surface below. There was a visible split in the ice, panic began to rose as I staggered backwards, but I only made it more worse. More cracks were made, and I was forced to stay frozen in my spot. Silence fell, none of us were spoke nor move an inch; we were afraid that it'll do the damage worse. I let my eyes wandered over to Psyche, and he too did the same. I could feel his anxiety radiating from here and I knew that we were both panicking.

Much to our dismay, more sounds of crack came to our ears, capturing our attention. But what caught me by surprise was that, the new cracks appeared to be around Psyche, and himself alone. And before we even knew it, he wasn't on the surface anymore. Plunged into the cold fresh water.

"Psyche!"

Author's note: Okay, so. Um. To clear up things first;

1) This chapter is basically Izaya telling the story from his view. So, this is more of a flashback. They were children around this time.

2) Take note that this chapter is a prologue! Please excuse my grammar too, English is not my first language. ; u ; Please review?