I'm sorry. I really, really, really couldn't help it. Crowzaya is still pecking at my brain. This was actually written the day I finished the epilogue. Sigh...

Disclaimer says that I don't own any of the characters. I claim that I do own crowzaya, or at least the crow aspect.

Any OCs are also mine, of course.

So, to rephrase, this collection of short stories are from any point of the timeline, so long as it's in the crowzaya!verse. This includes past, present, and future (and yes, any hope of a sequel will probably be concealed here). As such, you have to first read "Watcher" or else you probably won't understand anything except for a very ... interesting Izaya.

Do enjoy?

One

"Shinraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." He pulled on the other's sleeve for effect.

"Izaya, stop that. You're going to get wrinkles in my new lab coat." The young doctor-to-be swiped the hand off.

"But I wanna go!" Izaya pulled up his best frown face, one that was notorious for touching the hearts of little old ladies and netting him free cookies.

"Oooh no. No. No, that's not going to work on me. Celty? Tell Izaya why it's a bad idea to take him to a public pool."

[D-d-don't look at me! I've never been there myself!] The Black Rider hastily waved her hands and backed up.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed my responsibility onto you. …But still, no's a no! You'll drown and I'm not going to get hung up on some crazy lawsuit that'll end up with me being adopted away by some crazy nutbags." Shinra turned back towards Izaya with a growl.

"You just don't want to be away from Celty. "That's the whole reason I wanna go! So I can learn. I can't learn if I don't go, right? You're always the one telling me that experience trumps theoretical knowledge!"

"Experience doesn't mean getting a gallon of water glugged down your lungs!"

"Glug's not a word."

"Well it is now!"

By now, both of them were shouting at the top of their lungs, faces only a foot apart. [You two … are really acting like children. Do I have to separate both of you?]

"I'm not a kid!" cried Izaya, horrified, as he pointed at the other boy. Well, not a child by crow standards, that is. "He's the one being stupid!"

"Me? You have a death wish!"

[CHILDREN!] was all the warning Celty gave before she socked both of them over the head. [Shinra, just bring Izaya over, or else he'll likely die of cabin fever anyways. He's been on about this all week.]

Shinra, never one to deny a direct request from Celty, was hard-pressed to start doing so. Ultimately, his love won out over his brain firmly telling him "NO!" and he croaked out a "I'll … do it tomorrow."

Izaya cheered.

Shinra internally sobbed and dreaded the coming day.

Celty was happy for some peace and quiet, finally.