I was debating whether or not to move this story's rating up to M but really I think this will be the only chapter that might need it and nothing actually happens so... If I change my mind I think I'll write the other parts as side stories because I'd really like this one to remain T if possible... but what can I say? I am a slave to my dear characters and they themselves are not perfectly holly and virtuous if we're being honest here. Ah well, enjoy!


Psyche clutched Izaya's coat tightly around himself as he wheezed quietly. Their family had gone to great lengths all his life to make the environment within the house as stable for his health as possible. Meaning, among other aspects, the temperature had undergone very little change through the seasons. Now the very air, which might have been considered crisp to someone used to it, felt sharp and painful in his lungs and stung at the edges of his skin and senses.

Pausing to catch his breath for what must have been the 15th time, Psyche peered tearfully around himself looking for any sign of Izaya. There was no one but strangers(most of whom, when they caught sight of him, hurriedly went about their business making sure not to make eye contact with the Izaya-look-a-like. Psyche would learn later that this was because his brother was already making a reputation for himself) Slowly, Psyche began to realize the stupidity of the move he was trying to pull; He was alone at night, without his phone, it was quite cold, he was in a city he'd never stepped foot in before, with no notion of how to go about finding Izaya, his fragile body was already reacting poorly to this sudden introduction of a new environment, and to top it all off he realized he didn't remember the way back home. Psyche started coughing into his sleeve as his wheezing got worse and the shaking in his limbs told him that he either needed to find Izaya fast or get inside somewhere warmer.

"Oi! You're that informant, aren't you?" came a gruff voice that Psyche realized with shock was addressing him. None of his family members had any difficulties telling him and Izaya apart (their personalities were so vastly different and immediately apparent) so it didn't occur to him that this person though he was his brother.

"Pardon?" asked Psyche, not entirely sure what an informant was. All strangers were slightly frightening to Psyche, but these men sent his weak heart pounding in his chest. Every part of his body screamed 'danger! danger!' as he took in the sight of the five large thugs that were slowly backing him into a nearby ally.

"'Pardon?' he say's! What are you? So princely poof?" leered one of the men, "But really, we wanted to talk to you about some of that shit you've been doing lately."

"Sorry, I really don't know you, I think you have the wrong person." Said Psyche honestly while trying to suppress another bout of more violent coughing that threatened to take hold of him. Something told him that showing weakness in front of these people could detrimental to his chances of survival. As it turned out, it didn't make much of a difference.

"The fuck? Did Shiki really hire such a pansy as his informant?" scoffed the man who seemed to be the leader grabbing Psyche by the front of his coat and lifting him off his feet. Psyche's eyes widened in undisguised terror and the men guffawed gleefully, "Look at his face! Little shit looks like he's going to piss himself!"

"Please let go! I- I really don't know you!" cried Psyche, his breath was becoming erratic and the numbness in his fingers and the black spots at the edges of his vision signaled that he was in danger of having an attack if he didn't find a way to stabilize his body soon.

"Look at him! He's crying!" crowed one of the other men, "How did you get Shiki to get so protective over you, huh? Did you let him fuck you? Is that how you did it you little faggot?"

"Must have, look at him! He's just like a girl!" jeered one of the others.

"No- I just- stop!" Psyche wasn't sure what was going on but he was suddenly no longer hanging in the air but rather pressed to the ally floor with greedy hands pawing at him and he didn't like it one but and why oh why wasn't anybody coming to help him? The men weren't being quite with their constant jeering.

"Hey come now! If you're already whoring your ass around you should share some with us!" crooned the one in from squeezing said area. The tears that had been brimming at the edges of his eyes for a while now finally started to stream freely down Psyche's cheeks.

"Yeah!" agreed the others as hands started to creep their way under his cloths. Shame and panic weld up inside Psyche as he did nothing to stop them. But his limbs were weak, his vision blurry and doubled, and the pain in his chest confirmed only extenuated the fact that his heartbeat was growing irregular.

"Stooop!" Psyche managed to scream at the top of his lungs though he paid for it, both in how one of the thugs slapped him across the face and the sharp pain through his chest followed by an increased difficulty in breathing.

"Somebody gag him." Muttered one of them and Psyche realized abruptly that he was most likely not going to live through this. The only question was whether his heart or his lungs stopped working first.

"To bad though; he seems like he'll be a screamer." Laughed another loudly grabbing a handkerchief and preparing to stuff it in his mouth.

"You want to hear screaming, hah?" thundered a new voice. All the men stiffened for a moment but the relaxed as they saw it was just some blond highschooler.

"Get lost brat, the adults are playing." Geered one mockingly. Psyche locked eyes with the new comer blearily and saw his eyes widen at the sight of his tear streaked face.

"I said scram kid!" the thug snarled taking a swing at the blond, who, to Psyche's surprise, caught the fist with no effort.

"You bastards! You want me to scram and yet you try and kill me hah? You want to hurt that shitty flee just because you enjoy watching people suffer hah? You little shits!" screamed the blond throwing the thug clear across the street. The others in the group backed up slightly wide eyed, however if they were thinking about running they had no chance of it for in a moment the blond was on them. Psyche watched in awe as those who had sought to harm him were so utterly defeated.

"Oi flea, get your weak ass off the ground." Barked the blond advancing on Psyche.

"A-are you an angel?" breathed Psyche staring at his savior who's blond hair seemed almost halo'd in the glow of the city lights.

"An ang-?! The fuck flea? Did those assholes hit your head or something?" choked the blond. Psyche noticed that he was speaking to him with a lot of familiarity. Perhaps it was a 'thing' in the outside world? The blond was snarling at him again abruptly yanking him to his feet, "Why the hell are you staring at me like that?!"

"I was just-" Psyche began, the sudden intake of breath as he was moved triggering a bout of violent coughs, that once he started he couldn't seem to stop. Now that the adrenaline was no longer pumping through his vains, all the exaution and cold seemed to crash down upon him at once. He would have fallen if the shocked blond hadn't been holding him up. He coughed until blood and other fluids started to coat his hand.

"O-oi Izaya- what the hell…?" stuttered the blond sounding uncertain. Psyche's head snapped up at his brother's name and he opened his mouth to try and ask him if he knew where he was only to have another wave of coughs rack through him. Hands hesitantly tilted his head back up, golden brown eyes widening at the sight of blood running down his mouth before settling upon his pale pink eyes, "No… you're not the flea… your eyes are different and you're all sick and skinny…"

"Y-yes…" Psyche managed to wheeze between coughs, "Lost… c-can't find Iza-nii…"

"Iza-nii?" echoed the blond in surprise, "… never know the bastard had a little brother…"

Psyche tried to focus on what the other teen was saying but it was getting harder and harder to breath. His vision swam and blackness was enveloping his world rapidly. He heard the blond shouting at him and the world seemed to tip. Before he lost consciousness he felt strong arms wrap around him and cradle him safely.


Izaya knew there was something wrong the moment he got back to the house. For one, his entire family was a little nuts about trying to minimize the amount of foreign elements that were introduced to the house, yet here was his front door standing wide open. Tension immediately shot through Izaya and he gripped his flick-blade tightly in his pocket. Stepping cautiously through the door into the dead silent house Izaya's eyes fell upon a box of ootoro careless left on the table… No Orihara he knew would be so flippant with their favorite treat.

"Psyche?! Mairu?! Kururi?!" called Izaya slightly panicky, no longer caring if intruders were still here. Hell, they had invaded into his precious territory and Izaya planned to slice the to bits anyways… He took the stairs two at a time and nearly crashed right into the two sleepy twins.

"Nii-san why are you shouting at such an ungodly hour?" yawned Mairu.

"…Welcome… (welcome home)." muttered Kururi rubbing her eyes.

"Are you two alright?" demanded Izaya quickly grabbing each of them by a shoulder and looking them over, "what happened?"

"Nii-san… scaring… (Nii-san is scaring me)." Frowned Kururi tilting her head.

"You're being a freak again Nii-san. Nothing has happened. We've all been sleeping for goodness sake." Grumbled Mairu.

"No, no something is wrong." Muttered Izaya his momentary relief leaving him as he released his siblings and headed for his and Psyche's room, "Where is Psyche?"

"Psyche?" asked Mairu and Kururi tilted her head in confusion, "isn't he sleeping listening to music?"

"No, nonononono." Muttered Izaya as he searched first that room them their spare room, "He's gone. Why is he gone?"

"Gone?!" choked Mairu as Kururi clutched her twin tightly, "what do you mean 'gone'?"

Izaya barely heard the question as his eyes settled on Psyche's abandoned phone. He should have known. He should have known the moment his twin hadn't come bounding down to greet him. Psyche never slept without him. Psyche never did anything without him. How had this happened? When had his precious control slipped out of his grasp? Izaya was not sure when he had become so secure in Psyche's presence that he started to take it for granted(and wasn't that a stupid thing to do considering his twin's health?)Though nothing else had changed in the house the moment he realized his brother wasn't there it no longer felt like home.

"Mairu, Kururi, stay here. If Psyche comes back call me right away." Said Izaya shortly barely registering their worried agreement before he was back out the door. His information network was just beginning but he would find his brother even if he had to prowl the streets himself. Whether he had been tricked into thinking he needed to leave the safe home they had created together or he had been forcefully taken, Izaya would find him.


I actually have the inspiration for more on this chapter... and possibly a few pictures... hmm... it's a long weekend let's see what happens!