PROMPT: Your muse has just gotten a phone call that his/her siblings have been found dead. How does your muse react and cope with the situation?

PROMPT ADDITION: Muse has to arrange the funeral.

Catastrophic Loss
Amenee

It's a normal day in Shinjuku, as are most of all other days. They're filled with paperwork and phone calls, the informant clearly overworking. He hadn't managed to catch more than four hours of sleep for the past week- or perhaps it had been two weeks. In all honesty, he'd lost count, the days all blurring together and just barely managing to make sense in the mass of his muddled thoughts.

He thought about how one of his clients- Fujiwara had lost two of his sons, the raven actually managing to find an ounce of pity for the man. Although, the small amount was quickly over shadowed by the fact that the man was quite vile- on the run from police due to multiple charges of rape being held over him. He didn't know why his boss of sorts -Shiki- wanted him to deal with the man, the other surely knowing that such a case wasn't on the list of things Izaya took care of.

He didn't meddle in what cops have already started. Sure, he'd continue with a case if the cops became involved- though only sometimes. An example being that if he got into a rough street fight and the police show up, manage to see him even though he gets away- well that, he'll go under the radar for that. Unfortunately, he hadn't been in such a fight lately- seen by how he'd been holed up in his apartment with only his secretary to make sure he ate and drank.

-However, he had to skip a few meals since he was sure they were poisoned. They had an odd taste, and he'd felt quite sick after just a mere bite. He supposed it was the only downside to having a secretary, but he knew it was because she hated him.-

Shaking his head to clear himself of such thoughts, seeing as they were troublesome anyway, he looked down at the file only to be interrupted once more as his cell phone rang. It was his personal phone- that one fact of its self alerting him that something was amiss.

No one ever called that phone. -Not even Shinra, despite saying he would countless times.-

He sent his secretary a look and muttered for her to leave the office for a bit- to perhaps take an early break as he picked up the phone, glancing at the contact.

Shirou Orihara
XX-XXXX-XXXX
10:37

Giving it a scathing look, he considered not answering for just a moment until something told him that it would probably be for the best.

In a twisted sense, he wish he hadn't.

"Father-" Izaya started, however he was quickly cut off by the strict voice of the other, his voice leaving no room for interruption.

"Yes, Izaya- I know you most likely do not want to hear from me. Though I believe that this news does pertain to you, especially since it has to do with your very own twin sisters. Now listen well okay? Believe me- I do not wish to speak to you either.

It was approximately seven in the evening last night, you see. There was a car accident- did you know that your sisters walked home from a shopping spree last night? Yes well, it seems as if fate played a cruel trick on them and well...

They were hit by a car. A drunk driver to be exact."

Izaya had opened his mouth to tell his father that he could just call him sisters himself- though once he said what the whole call was about- he froze.

His sisters. The ones that rivaled even him in agility, that could dodge almost anything- the ones that felt they had to annoy him at every beck and call, but the two he loved... Were hit by a car?

"Fath-" Izaya attempted to say, only to be cut off once more as the older raven continued speaking.

"They were in the hospital for about five hours, yes. Your mother and I thought to call you, but to be honest we forgot and felt that we'd just tell you in the morning. However, as you can tell by the nature of this call, it's a bit too late for that."

"Too late? Surely it's not too late. Which hospital are they at? Ikebukuro Gen-" Izaya said, his mind not putting two and two together. He didn't wish to think about what his father could say next.

"You foolish boy. I know you're smarter than this, and I'll even give you a moment. Think- if I forgot to call you while they were in hospital why would I call you now?"

"No. They aren't-"

"Ah! You figured it out. Good child. Yes Izaya- your sisters are dead."

Not even giving the stunned informant a chance to absorb the information, Shirou kept talking, his voice a strict monotone as if he didn't even care. "They died at 2:36 in the morning from head trauma among other things. Mairu had a broken leg and fractured arm, her skull had a large break near her cranium and she also had five severely bruised ribs. Kururi wasn't far off from that except for the edition of a sprained neck." He said, only taking a break to draw in a breath. "It was all so sudden- at first it looked as if they would survive, but then it was found that their head injuries were worse than the doctors initially thought."

The informant still having a hard time processing the new facts presented before him, he seemed to almost space out for just a moment. "Izaya. Izaya?" He jolted a bit, letting out a small grunt for the other to continue speaking. "How disrespectful of you. Well furthermore, I've also made this call with a request. Since you don't do anything for this family I thought you could do at least this much. Arrange their funerals for us, won't you, son?"

Still processing that his siblings were dead, the informant didn't bother to answer his father. With all the facts poured on him so carelessly in such a short amount of time- how could he?

He thought of how their last conversation ended, one that he wouldn't forget due to this moment. It was his sisters talking once more about the brute's younger brother, how they'd do anything to meet him. They had mentioned that they'd even considered helping Shizuo in his quest against him, though the raven was sure they wouldn't really go through with it. Izaya had merely sent a smirk their way with a wink, telling them that they better get planning and that he'd seem them later.

Sure, the confrontation hadn't been negative, but it still wasn't everything a last conversation between siblings should have been.

The words 'I love you' should have been said at least once. Words nicer than talking about how to end another should have been expressed. It was all wrong. So, so wrong.

"-on. Izaya."

Words of praise and gratitude should have been told to the two young women, of how proud their older brother was. Izaya truthfully was proud of them, in their studies and their martial arts. They were at the top of their class both academically and in popularity. They weren't bullied, and the few bullies that attempted to get near them were always shot down quickly by self-defense.

He thought about how appalling the situation was. How short their lives were. They had so much ahead of them. They had yet to go to college, to get a stable job, to get married- they had yet to do much of the finer things of life.

Now, however, they were all ripped away. To never be experienced. They were now subjected to an eternity without those things and it left Izaya feeling immensely guilty.

"-hara Izaya." The voice of his father finally broke through, startling the informant enough to hit his knee on the underside of his desk.

"Ah- Yes father?" He questioned, not feeling sorry in the least bit for ignoring him, even on accident.

"Will you do it, son? Will you arrange their funeral? You see, your mother and I are so busy as it is, we simply don't have enough time to complete such a task ourselves. Surely you understand, yes?"

Izaya bristled at the request, his eyes narrowing even though he knew his father couldn't see it. "You do know what you're asking me, right?" He questioned, throwing all terms of respect away. "These are your daughters. Your blood. And you won't arrange their funeral?" He questioned, his voice a mere hiss through the phone.

He couldn't believe the gall his father had. Izaya knew that his father had more than enough money, and even if he didn't- his mother did. They surely had enough time to take off for parties, so a funeral should definitely be something they could do. In fact, it should have been on the top of their priorities.

"You already do so much for us- what's this one simple request-"

"Simple? You call this simple? This isn't a request to ask your son, Father. You ask your wife- or you do it your goddamn self. Do not come to me asking for this." The informant seethed, the anger he felt towards his father greater than what he felt even towards the fortissimo of Ikebukuro.

"Surely you can reconsi-"

"My answer is no."

"Izaya. This isn't up for discussion. As your father I am telling you that you have to arrange this funeral. Your mother nor I wish to do it, therefore the responsibilities were passed on to you. I'm sure you have enough to cover the funeral costs, and you should definitely know where to go. Now stop arguing, and began planning before the bodies rot. Goodbye."

When he heard the click of the other person hanging up, he slammed his own cell phone down, nearly breaking the device. Lifting his hands only slightly, he realized almost immediately that they were shaking, his breathing a bit labored.

He hadn't heard from his father in years, the older Orihara deeming his son unworthy of his time and thoughts. Izaya hadn't necessarily been alright with that fact, but after a while he ceased complaining. No longer did he await his father's call with a smile even through the harsh words, now opting to occasionally hiss back at the man.

The most previous call however, the one that had just ended had left Izaya winded.

He didn't know what to do or how to proceed.

I'm up for any prompt additions from anyone, seeing as the original OP no longer talks to me :c
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Updates might end up being quite wonky. I start school very soon.
But rest assured my Izaya muse isn't going anywhere.
Not as long as I'm active on his roleplay blog c:
I'll update as soon as I know where I'll be going with the next chapter!
Thank you for reading!
-Amenee