"A young boy was stolen from a priest approximately fifteen years ago and taken to no one knows where. The young boy served his purpose and was then adopted into the Orihara family, where he grew up as a strange kid with immense strength. For his education he was to live with his brother Izaya in Ikebukuro , there he worked for him while learning about all of the city's mysteries. And if the urban legends itself weren't excitement enough a group of exorcists get involved as well."

Rated – T

AU – Stays as close as possible to the original character's personality.

It wasn't like he purposefully tried to drive the elder insane, but who was the boy if he had to apologize for art. His blue eyes shone brightly with excitement, but also extreme anxiety. The young teen acted full of energy, bouncing like a ball, even though he hadn't slept at all the previous night. Not that people would notice that. Rin struggled with his tie as he violently tried to put it in place. His brother was standing behind him, chuckling slightly with some sort of twitch in his red-like eyes. Orihara Izaya had trouble to decide whether he was amused, annoyed or nervous. After watching his younger brother fight with his school uniform he sighed and reached out his hand to help him out. Rin flustered with embarrassment, but nevertheless allowed the young man to fix his attire.

"You've grown so big already, but you still cannot take care of your own clothing. Honestly, will you even be alright on your own?" Izaya totted motherly while pulling on the tie. He grabbed his brother's shoulders and turned him so that he would face the mirror again. The bathroom was damp from the shower Rin just took and he had to swipe the reflective surface to see his own face.
"You're worrying too much! Besides, who wears neckties nowadays, anyway?"
Izaya huffed. "People who want a job," he scolded.
"You can do fine without it."
"Well, I'm extremely functional."
"What's that supposed to mean!" The man ignored the younger's protest as he put his fingers in the slightly moist black hair of his brother. "Hmm, I guess it's fine if you leave it like this."
"Wasn't going to change it. I like it casual." Rin flashed a cheeky grin at his reflection. As if to mock him Izaya ruffled his hair roughly. He laughed when he saw the growing annoyed expression on his brother's face.
"Fix that while I make breakfast," he stated. Rin grumbled some colorful words under his breath as he tried to safe that what was once not a poodle look-alike. Today would be his first day at Raira Academy. The youngest male of the family had always wanted to go to High School in Tokyo and he had begged his parents to allow him to go for years. They had to give in at a certain point, but only agreed to let Rin leave the house if he were to move in with his brother, Izaya. The younger had felt guilty at first, for he really didn't want to be a bother to his hard-working next of kin. The latter had to reassure him that he wouldn't be in the way, especially not if Rin were to help him with his work here and there. The youngest brother was no fool, he knew what kind of work his newly appointed boss did. They all knew. No one cared, though. Izaya had always been a strange one, but really, everyone carrying the name of Orihara was bound to have some sort of issue. Nodding approvingly at himself, after acknowledging that he really couldn't safe his appearance any more than he had done, he turned the doorknob and left for the semi-living-room-semi-workplace with kitchen. A smell of freshly baked pancakes began to fill the air as Izaya began to prepare their first meal of the day. Rin stood behind his brother and glared with experienced eyes at the food. It was rare that Izaya cooked for him, normally Rin did for the man. He wasn't bad at it, far from it, it seemed that those who were born within the Orihara "tribe" turned out to be great cooks too, excluding his younger twin sisters. Izaya turned his head to look at the blue-eyed boy. "Am I doing alright, chef?"
Chef was a small joke the man used to tease Rin. His youngest brother had always been fascinated with cooking, so much so that he started to cook long before the girls were being bullied for being "weak housewives". He was good at it, too, beaming up each time he received praise for it. Rin's left eye twitched at the mention of the nickname. "It's fine, novice. Continue to not light the kitchen on fire."
"You're never going to let that incident go, are you?"
"You framed me for it!"
"It's not like he were scolded badly for it. Alright, grab a plate, the first one is done."
"Are you giving me the bad one of purpose?" grinned the boy. Izaya waved his spatula around and frowned upon the teenager. With a stance like that he resembled an angry mother a lot.
"Be happy I don't feed you burned ones, you ungrateful brat. Go eat, you're going to be late."
No lies in that sentence, realized Rin as he looked at his watch. Crap, he couldn't be late on his first day.
He hurriedly began to stuff the pancake in his mouth under the look of disgust of his brother. Izaya wasn't going to bring the boy to school, seeing as Rin had really pushed him into not tagging along. He knew were the building was, he could walk there himself. Besides, he really didn't trust his brother in a car. Orihara Izaya was usually picked up by his clients or he would be seen skipping around town. Rin's older brother seemed to be a little bit more interested in Ikebukuro lately, and has been going there more frequently than he used to. The teen wondered sometimes what Izaya was up to, but he never doubted the man's motives nor did he felt the need to stop him from doing anything. Rin stood up and hastily began to put on his shoes. He gave his brother a quick hug before he ran towards the door. "See ya, nii-sama!"
"Good luck, Rin," was yelled back from the kitchen.
Rin jogged down the streets but came to the conclusion he'd be on time so he slowed down his pace, trying not to bump into all the people on the pavement. Ah, he really was looking forward to the upcoming year. He'd be able to help his brother out, he could study in Tokyo and experience all sorts of exiting things. Rin grinned to himself as he imagined what his classmates would be like. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud neighing coming from behind him. He turned around and noticed that the Black Rider was approaching. Celty Sturluson was her name, Izaya had told him. But seeing as the informant wasn't supposed to officially know that, Rin never called her by her name. The two had spoken quite often during the summer break. At first it was just Rin staring at the woman while she would be discussing a job with his brother. Later Izaya began asking Rin to do the briefings, so the two got to know one another a bit. He really liked the woman, and he was sure the Black Biker returned the feeling. It must have never occurred to her that she had forgotten to tell him her name, seeing as they never really had the need for it.
"Good morning," he greeted when she stopped next to him. Celty pulled out her began to type. She turned it around so Rin could read what she was saying.
"First day at school, hmm? Do your best!"
Rin nodded. "But I'm really nervous. I've never been to a school this big, and I hardly know anyone my age in this city."
Celty began to type furiously again. "Don't worry. High School is different for everyone, so you're not the only one feeling anxious. It's a new time for all students, everyone will be looking out for new people. You'll make lots of friends in no time at all!"
Rin smiled slightly. "Thank you, I really do hope so."
Celty looked somehow pleased at the now somewhat relaxer boy. "Need a ride?"
Rin shook his head. "No, thank you, though. I think that after my hurrying this morning I'll even end up too early. I don't wanna come off as a total nerd on the first day."
"I understand," said Celty. But he knew she didn't. The woman had never experienced anything like this, but that too was something he actually shouldn't have knowledge on. "I'll be going then, have fun."
Rin bowed slightly and said good-bye before watching her take off. He started walking towards his school again and somehow managed to arrive right on the sound of the bell. He breathed heavily as he ran up the stairs and broke into the room that was appointed to him. He had managed to arrive just on time for the opening ceremony, it was just as boring as he expected, and he even managed to sit far away from his actual classmates. Apparently, he was sorted in 1-B as he sat as far away from the teacher's desk as possible. Next to him seemed to be sitting an overly excited individual. The teen started rambling to Rin the moment he sat down, making the latter feel a little less nervous. At the very least he now had an acquaintance. The guy's name was Kida Masaomi, he had pierced ears and bleached hair. Or at least, Rin assumed he had for he thought that the combination of brown eyes and blonde hair like that was pretty rare. He bluntly commented about it making the boy laugh. "Ah, I realize I'm a beauty, don't fall for me now. I only date the most cute girls out there."
Rin simply rolled his eyes at that statement.
"Hey, by the way," asked the blonde. "What is your name, anyway?"
"Huh? Oh, right." Rin rubbed the back of his head uncomfortably. "I'm Orihara Rin."
A painful silence emerged between the two. The dark-haired teen had expected this reaction, for he had heard about Kida from his brother. The two seemed to have had quite the troublesome history. Kida leaned back in his seat, titling his chair backwards. "So, you're Orihara Izaya's relative?"
"He is my elder brother," he admitted. "He agreed to let me live with him for my studies."
"I don't like him."
"Huh? How so?" asked Rin, tilting his head slightly to show confusion. Kida stared at him. The young Orihara knew that the teenager was judging him. Did he know about their past? Was he planning something? Did he know about Saki? "What is it? Did he do something stupid again?" That did it. Kida shook his head. "Ah, just that he is a dangerous fellow to be around."
Rin nodded solemnly. "So I've heard," he said. "He really made a name for himself around here, hasn't he?" He then proceeded to talk about how he moved here, and how he was very excited to have come to live here. Kida told him about his childhood friend, Ryūgamine Mikado.
"No way!" he said loudly and laughed. "His name sounds like he comes from a novel! Is he some sort of angelic knight?"
"Not even close," chuckled Kida. "He is the most cowardly person I know. Ah, don't tell him I said that. He looks up to me like I'm his role-model, see?"
Rin liked the teen, for he felt he could let loose a bit of his enthusiasm without being looked at like he was weird. The boy never really had had friends, but just maybe that could change here. If only he would be able to sort things out, he'd be fine. The teacher arrived and the students were obligated to stand up and bow. They did a round of introductions and started with getting a briefing about the school, the grading system, the rules and the events that were held during the year. Kida grabbed Rin's hand as soon as the bell signalizing the break rang and dragged him towards another classroom. Kida immediately ran toward a somewhat plain looking guy. He had gray black hair and gray green eyes. He looked shocked to see Rin with Kida. Realizing he was going to meet someone new he flustered and chocked out his name. "N-Nice to meet you, I'm Ryūgamine Mikado."
Rin nodded. "I'm Orihara Rin. Kida me about you. Your name is really something."
The boy looked confused. "Orihara?" he asked.
Rin sighed. "So my brother really is that horrible…"
"Ah! No, I just heard his name! I don't really know anything about him," rambled the boy. "Just that he is dangerous…" he mumbled softly.
"I suppose he is," said the blue-eyed teen and he shrugged. "So you're new in town too? I am as well! Though, I arrived as soon as summer break began, so I already know my way around. Where do you live?"

"Nii-sama, I'm home." Rin dropped his bag in the hallways as he stretched and yawned. He kicked off his shoes and left for the office, where he was sure his brother was. As he had expected Izaya was there with a client. Not that the boy cared, it wasn't like the underground information dealer was keen on being formal anyway. Rin stepped in and bowed slightly to the three men sitting on the couch. "Orihara Rin," he said. The men didn't say anything so Rin looked up to his brother, who had a sneaky grin on his face as he waited for the younger to leave again. But before that he asked: "how was your day?" and after a short "fine" Rin left him alone. He went upstairs to his own room, Izaya's previous study, and proceeded to finish the little homework he had gotten that day. He quickly realized that he wasn't interested in physics that day at all so he turned on his new laptop, the one he had gotten for his fifteenth birthday from his parents. He went to his network and signed in.

OBLIVION Hi everyone!
Taro Tanaka Evenin'. How are you?
OBLIVION Amazing! Today was great! I met all kinds of new people at school.
Setton Right, school started again.
OBLIVION Ah, you big pervert! Don't come near me okay (¬‿¬)
Setton I won't, I won't.
Taro Tanaka Did you guys hear the rumors about the Black Biker?
OBLIVION That guy really is popular lately, isn't he?

Setton What rumors?
Taro Tanaka Apparently, they say he doesn't have a head. Is that true?
OBLIVION What do you think? Of course it's a lie. A lie.

Rin heard the main door close loudly. The meeting didn't go that well for the other party, did it? He sighed and looked back on the screen.

- Kanra logged in -

Kanra Hi there! Missed me? What are we talking about? σ(≧ε≦ｏ)
Setton Ah, we were discussing that biker… but…
OBLIVION Tanaka-san seems to believe the biker has no head.
Taro Tanaka Huh?! I never said I believed it!
OBLIVION Bluh! Same thing!
Kanra Oh! I heard that too! People say they have proof, too!
Setton Really? As in, a picture?
OBLIVION And yet I haven't seen any pictures. It's all a load of bull. But the biker is real, though.
Setton Have you seen him?
OBLIVION Uhm, yeah. I've seen him driving around. He's really cool!
Taro Tanaka It sure doesn't seem like he's a bad person.
Kanra What to do if he really doesn't have a head, though?
Kanra That would mean there's a monster in town.
Kanra Help! Save us! ε＝ε＝ε＝(((((ﾉ｀･Д･)ﾉ
OBLIVION Did we seriously befriend this guy above me?
Taro Tanaka It doesn't seem like it's that bad, though.
Setton Rumors are just rumors, right? Let's just leave it like that.
OBLIVION Guys, I have to go! Gotta cook dinner!
Kanra Your family sure is lucky! I want Oblivion-san to cook for me too!
OBLIVION Come over once, and I'll consider it.
Kanra YAY! Oblivion-san will make me food! ╭( ･ㅂ･)و ̑̑
OBLIVION I said that I'd consider it!
OBLIVION Bye you guys!
Taro Tanaka Bye. See you around!
Setton Later!

- OBLIVION logged off –

Rin stretched once more and left his room. He went down and first greeted his brother, who seemed to be quite pleased with himself. He was still chatting on their shared network, which Rin thought was slightly creepy. After all, his brother pretended to be a young girl on the internet. On the other hand, everyone gets warned about such possible dangers, so if they are fooled it would be partly their own mistakes. You shouldn't trust anyone when you only knew that person through the net.
"Did the meeting go well?" he asked.
"Of course, I don't experience anything but success. Now how was your day in more detail?"
"I met Kida Masaomi."
"A boring child, isn't he?" Izaya typed something. "I am totally done with him."
"And his friend, Ryūgamine Mikado."
Rin's brother looked up with a slight smirk. "What do you know about him so far?"
"He comes from Saitama, and looks like an everyday plain guy. I think he's Taro Tanaka." Izaya nodded with a smile, signaling him to continue. "I mean…" proceeded Rin as he thought about the boy. "He did discuss Celty-san with me today. It sounded like he had an encounter with her and he looked shaken. It'd be no wonder if he were to look around for information. Plus, Tanaka did mention that he would be moving near Ikebukuro, and multiple signals showed that he and I would be around the same age."
Izaya nodded once more and looked back to his desktop, typing furiously. Probably another ridiculous emoticon. "Setton is the dullahan."
"Seriously?" exclaimed Rin, dumbfounded. "And here I thought I was smart for once." He snickered a second later, thinking about how weird it must have been for her to read the chat today. "What is it with you people and changing your gender over the net?"
"It's fun! You should try it. It also helps you better understand the opposite sex."
"… I see that it has been working out for you."
"Don't mock me," growled the man. Rin sighed and turned towards the kitchen. "What do you want today, nii-sama?"
"Hmm, I was thinking about meeting up with Simon today, actually. You up for some Russian sushi?" Rin's eye twitched. "You just don't want to do the dishes, you lazy bastard!"
Izaya logged off and threw his arms in the air. "Whoah! I'm busted." The man stood up and prepared his wallet. On their way to the restaurant they chatted about everything and nothing. Izaya told Rin some more about the city and his work, while Rin explained everything about his classmates and how he might want to sign up for class representative. The elder assured Rin that he would be able to help his younger brother when studies would get rough, especially with literature or biology.
Suddenly the elder stood still. "What an inconvenience." Rin looked in the direction his brother was turned to and paled when he saw the rumored Heiwajima Shizuo. He and Rin hadn't met yet, mainly because he was showing himself around town, sometimes alongside Celty, and had miraculously always missed the strong man. Izaya said once that Shizuo could smell him and that he would follow his scent like a dog until he had found the red-eyed man.
Rin didn't really believe him.
"I-za-ya-kun! I already thought something smelled off around town."
He really does smell him! What's going on? How?
Rin was really excited to meet the one person his brother hated with a passion, but it wasn't the only reason. Very few people knew that Orihara Rin was adopted. He shared no connections with the Orihara family. No one would guess so, seeing as he somehow resembled Izaya a bit, nonetheless was it the undeniable truth. Rin was a strange kid. He grew up with extreme strength and violent tendencies. When he was little he was able to break the ribs of his fellow classmates, and now he was able to lift cars without any trouble whatsoever. Because he indeed broke his fellow classmates' ribs was the reason why Rin didn't have any friends. Orihara Rin was a violent and uncontrollable child. Only his elder brother, one who was calmer, more understanding and maybe just as mentally unstable was able to calm the younger boy down. He learned the kid to separate his being from a situation, to block everything out that was irrelevant. Rin… owed his brother a lot. Rin would make Izaya proud, he would proof he wasn't a demon.
But now. A man had showed up that was just as strong as – or maybe even more stronger than – he was. It made him wonder who the man was. How the man had grown up. How Heiwajima Shizuo was able to become the man who he was now.
"Shizu-chan, I have no time to play around now." Izaya laid his arm around Rin and pressed him against himself. Rin twitched. His brother really was the devil in human flesh. Izaya really tried to piss that guy off. Rin sighed, for it looked like he would have to go on ahead to order some sushi and wait for his brother to be done playing.
"Who's the kid?"
"Oh? This guy? He's my employee."
Shizuo appeared to be shocked. He was probably thinking about all sorts of weird scenarios in which Izaya would hire a fifteen-year-old. Ah, that sounded so wrong.
"Izaya!" he screamed loudly and he grabbed a lamppost. His brother was right! Shizuo really was extremely strong. You know, Rin thought, I appreciate that Shizuo-san is trying to save me. But if he throws that post I'll die. The man seemed to be oblivious of that fact however, and he threw it like it was a giant spear. Rin was about to jump away but his brother wouldn't let him. Izaya pinched the younger's shoulder, smiled reassuringly and released him.
A deadly silence come down on the street, some cars even stopped as the drivers stared in awe. "Crap," whispered the blonde. "I killed him, didn't I?" He reached behind his head with his hands and ruffled his hair. Panic filled the man's mind, even though it didn't quite reach to the surface. Right before he truly started to freak out he watched in shock how the post did not actually hit the two.
The young boy had actually caught it. Izaya stood behind the kid with a smug on his face. He leaned in on his little brother. "Way to go for the shock factor, little Rin."
"This is all your fault! Idiot nii-sama!" cried the blue eyed boy. Shizuo stared at the duo, still utterly shocked, but feeling slowly returning in his arms. He removed the cigarette from his mouth, but instead of stepping on it and going berserk, he threw it in the trash can. The man started walking towards the more than happy looking flee and the most annoyed teen the smoking man had ever seen.
"Who are you?" he asked rather bluntly.
"Orihara Rin," came the response. "So, you're Heiwajima Shizuo. That was a pretty nice throw."
"Thanks," muttered Shizuo. An awkward silence came between them all, while the world around them started to move again. Izaya was happily whistling a song.
Rin got annoyed again and grabbed his brother's arm. "We have to get sushi," he said, proceeding to push his elder brother forward. "It was nice meeting you."
Izaya remained in a good mood for the whole trip, while the younger kept sulking.
"Good evening! Sushi is good, too."
"Hey, Simon-san!" smiled Rin, forgetting about the silent promise to himself to never speak up again. "How are you?"
"Ah, little Orihara, yes, I am good. You too? You're here for sushi?" Rin nodded and looked at Izaya. He sighed and went in the shop, leaving his brother with the huge Russian man. He sat down and ordered their usual stuff. He was already given his drink when Izaya returned. The elder smiled mischievously and raised his glass. "To a good year, living with me, little brother."
"Cheers," said Rin as he bumped his glass against the other's. They ate their meals cheerfully and laughed about each other. Neither of them noticed two weirdly dressed guys, one old - looking like a priest with short gray hair - and one way younger - a somewhat nervous looking individual, having a heavy discussion with Simon, right outside the shop.