Disclaimer: I don't not own Durarara! Or the vocalic. This is a fan fiction made purely for the enjoyment of others.

This is based off of vocaloids Rin & Len's Aku no series. Consisting of the songs;

Daughter of Evil (Aku no Musume) video link: .com/watch?v=q46Osg9C4pA

Servant of Evil (Aku no Meshitsukai) video link: .com/watch?v=Jo7z60aJqNA&feature=related

Message of Regret video link: .com/watch?v=1aeIuOlEHZ0

This fan fiction features the Durarara! characters; Orihara Izaya, Psyche, Heiwajima Shizuo, Tsugaru, and other miscellaneous cameos.

This fic was actually inspired by Izaya Orihara (Limone-sensei's) cover of servant of evil here: .com/watch?v=u7zWmpi8iDw


Aku no Musuko

Long, long ago, there was a treacherous kingdom, and reigning at the top, was a prince of age 14.

This prince was given all that he asked for. Luxurious furniture, a well groomed horse, money, and for this reason, he became incredibly spoiled, with a calloused heart. He was stunningly beautiful, with pale white skin that fit so perfectly with his ink like black hair. His eyes, red, like a newly bloomed rose. His most loyal servant, had a very similar face. Being born the twin brother of this beautiful prince. The only way to tell the two apart, was their eyes. While the prince' were a magnificent red, the servants were an electric pink.

The prince spent his days separated from his loving brother, as he was chosen to be prince, where as his brother was less fortunate.

As the young prince spent more and more time away from his brother, learning proper etiquette and the ways of the country, their bond began to weaken, until the young prince cared for no one, but himself.

And his name is…

"Izaya-sama!" the maid called down the corridor.

The young prince turned his cold gaze to the maid, crossing his arms, and puffing his chest.

"NO! I refuse to listen to anymore of those old men's senseless babbling!"

"Please wait Izaya-sama! The minister simply wanted to-!"

"NO!"

The young prince shouted, venom lacing his tone. 'What right does that old man have to criticize me!' he thought angrily, turning his back to the poor maid.

"I'll be in the garden." he snapped, walking hastily down the hall.

The castle were he lived was big and luxurious, but he never felt at home there. His parents, have long since passed away, and he was raised separately from his brother, by the minister and many of the servants. But he knew, better than anyone, that none of them truly cared about him, or what he wanted. All they wanted was to keep this small, dying, country alive. And if they decided he was unfit to rule, they would throw him aside, to find someone else to do so.

He hated them all.

Beautiful.

He thought, walking through the rows and rows of multi-colored roses, heading toward the small arch in the middle of the garden, covered in vines. He sat, on the stone bench underneath the roof of the small

He loved the garden.

The colors, the scent, the flowers. This was the only thing that could make him feel at ease outside his stressful castle, well, this and-

"Izaya-sama!" a voice so similar to his called. "What are you doing out here? I thought you were in a meeting with the minister."

Psyche, his twin brother, could always put his mind at ease.

In the castle, it wasn't hard at all to tell Izaya and Psyche apart.

Izaya always wore black, as it best contrasted his paper white skin, and many of his garments were laced with fine, silky fur.

Where as Psyche, although always wearing similar clothing, would adorn himself in white.

Not many of he servants even noticed the fact that the boys had different eyes at all, and no one in kingdom knew of it as well.

Izaya found everyone and everything, annoying and uninteresting, he loved to watch the people of the town.

Loved to watch them squirm as he wrapped them around his finger, bending them to his will.

It thrilled him.

But alas, he was forbidden to do even that. His sheltered life would cause him to lash out at anyone and everyone, for the simplest of reasons.

Psyche, was the only who could calm him.

He loved him.

Psyche, his brother, but he also envied him. Psyche was so free, he could go anywhere he wanted, do anything he wanted, but stayed in the castle by choice.

And for that reason alone, Izaya hated him, and hated himself for loving him all at once.

"Izaya-sama, you should go back inside, it looks like it may rain soon." Psyche said, his usual grin on his face.

Izaya crossed his arms pouting, and turned away from his twin.

"I don't want to! I'd much rather stay out here!"

Psyche giggled, obviously amused with his brothers antics, and sat beside him on the stone bench.

"Very well then, I guess I'll stay out here as well!"

Izaya couldn't help but smile. Psyche was so innocent, always smiling and laughing, which in turn, made Izaya happy.

Psyche was the only one who could make Izaya smile a true, brilliant, smile.

"Psyche-chan, you're so odd." he said chuckling lightly.

"Is that bad Izaya-sama?"

The young prince leaned over, so that his shoulder gently nudged his brothers, and flicked his nose smiling.

"Ouch! Izaya-sama, what was that for?" Psyche said, pouting slightly.

"Lets go back inside Psyche-chan." he said standing from his seat.

"Of course, Izaya-sama."

The two began to walk back toward the medium sized door, leading back to the corridor that Izaya had just come from.

"What would you like for a snack today Izaya-sama?"

Izaya thought about it for a bit, then laced his fingers together with his brothers affectionately and smiled.

"Brioche."

Psyche smiled back at his brother, pulling his hand slightly, hurrying back into the castle before the rain started.


Authors notes:

I know a lot of people don't like the centered writing, but I'm using this style for the story for a couple of reasons. If people really don't like it, then I suppose I could change it, but I'd really rather not. :/ Ok, anyway! I started this story a while back and almost forgot it was on my computer, so I finished up the first chapter and decided to put it up so that I could work on it later. But I'm probably going to try and finish If Dreams Came True first, so if you do like this so far and would like to read more, please keep in mind that updates will probably be happening slowly. Sorry. L

Any and all reviews are greatly appreciated! Constructive criticism is always helpful! Thank you!