Reunion

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The humans looked tiny, moving like ants along the ground, illuminated by the neon lights. They never seemed to rest, even at this time of night, the sky pitch black, the moon full and shining. Of course none of them noticed him, sitting on one of the highest buildings, legs dangling over the side. Crimson eyes gleamed through the darkness, flicking his favorite switch blade open and closed, watching the flash of silver. It had been a long time since he had stepped foot in Ikebukuro.

He had spent the past three years wandering aimlessly through both the human and demon realm. His gaze fell to his wrist, where a silver bracelet, with unknown engravings on, rested against his skin. Through underground contacts he had acquired the magical item, hiding his presence from other demons, since he hadn't seen or heard from Mikado, it looked like it was from every demon. He knew he couldn't blame the demon king for his lover's death; even so he couldn't face seeing the tiny child. His Shizu-chan's son.

Although he was happy for Mikado, for finally getting his mate back, his own feelings were painful to handle. Within the past three years he had reverted back to who he was before he had met Shizuo. Cold, calculating and manipulating humans with ease. Tilting his head back he laughed into the night, voicing his bitter pain, that had stayed wedged in his heart, never leaving him. The nights were the worst, watching the little humans go on their dates with loved ones.

He knew he was starting to hate them, knowing how weak they could be but so brilliant at the same time and in case of his lover unpredictable, so different to everyone else. Crimson eyes narrowed as the engravings lit up red, there was a demon near him. With quick reflexes he was up and swiftly jumping from the building, his coat billowing behind him. Not caring who saw him, he kicked against the wall, flipping over and landing gracefully on his feet.

A giggle from behind him drew his attention, from the still glowing engravings. His heart stopped, seeing the young child. The boy was a demon, but so familiar. Nevertheless he was still a demon. Turning away from the child, he started walking down the street, mingling with the humans. He stopped as he felt the tiny mitten covered hand grab onto his coat. "Let go little demon." The boy giggled again, holding tight. Shrugging of his coat, he let it fall to the floor, his wings spread as he flew into the air.

The glowing dimmed, letting him know he was safe, that was until something covered his eyes, making him unable to see. Unbelievably he heard a child giggle, feeling a weight on his back. So he was right, it could only be Kida, the one he didn't want to see. With an irritated sigh, he thought of where he was living at the moment, finding himself safely in his spinning chair, instead of spiralling downwards, towards the ground.

He groaned as a giggle came from underneath his coat, on his lap. Lifting it up, the blond boy, grinned up at him, trying to climb on his shoulder. He had two choices, keep the child or go to the demon realm and hand him back to Mikado. He made up his mind in an instant. "Lets get you home." Izaya grimaced, he thought human children were bad when they cried. The blond's wailing shot through his ears, shattering his windows and the clock on the wall.

The child only held on tighter, as he tried to pry him off of him. Fine, if that didn't work, he could always teleport. As if the boy sensed what he was thinking, he let go climbing from his lap. Izaya reached to grab him, the boy vanishing from sight. A giggle came from behind his chair, as he spun around in disbelief. The young demon was powerful. He slowly turned away, before spinning back and reaching out, a giggle coming from the top of his desk.

The damn kid could teleport and at such a young age. This time he threw his coat over the boy, his smirk fading as the coat singed, a fireball shooting through, scorching the ceiling. The child grinned, vanishing. Izaya turned, his crimson gaze searching the room, for the reappearing boy. A knock on the window, told him where the child was. With a sigh, he threw the remains of his coat away, ignoring the demon child flying outside his window.

Instead of chasing after him, he switched on his computer, ignoring the brat. A cry sounded outside the window. Still ignoring him, he checked his emails, guiding the demon king's gang. At least he had some fun, the Dollars had grown, leaving every other person a member of the colourless gang.

The banging stopped, a small weight on his lap, followed by a painful kick. The child had Shizu-chan's strength. He should have expected it. Before the boy had a chance to vanish again, he wrapped both arms around him, taking them to the demon king.

As soon as he landed, he could feel the marble under his feet. Still holding the giggling child, he made his way forward, grimacing as the blond pulled on his hair, trying to climb higher. "Kida-kun, stay still." The boy ignored him, yanking harder on his dark locks. Izaya gave up trying to pull him away, He found the servants running around, searching high and low. Ignoring them, he strode forward, into the throne room. Seeing the demon king asleep in his throne.

A loud giggle came from the throne, a young blond throwing the robe he was hiding under. The child looked at the pair, grinning as he looked at the other child. "He is asleep." Bringing a finger to his lips, he struggled to climb off his lap. "You came back." Izaya stayed where he was seeing the child run towards him. There were two of them? "I missed you." The child was grabbing onto his leg, trying to get to the child in his arms.

The older demon, felt the child let go of his hair, settling in his arms. He crouched down, getting a closer look. "Who are you? Little one." The child smiled. "Kida Masaomi." Izaya blinked shaking his head. Then who was he holding? "Kida-kun what's wrong?" He had never heard Mikado sound so tired, ocean blue eyes cracked open, looking directly at him.

The demon king sat up, relief across his face. "Izaya!" The other demon blinked, seeing Mikado run up to him. "Where were you?" It was then his gaze dropped the child in his arms. "You brought him back?" The child grinned, looking sleepy. "You shouldn't make others worry." He wrapped his arms around both of them. "Welcome back."

"Mikado-kun, who is this?" He gestured to the young boy currently asleep in his arms. "You don't know?" Izaya shook his head. "Pass him here." Again he shook his head, something told him never to let the child go, keep him safely in his arms. "He's asleep." Mikado smiled, knowing what Izaya was going through. "Its the most peaceful I've seen him. Usually he's crying and screaming the place down." He picked Kida up, carrying him into one of the other rooms, Izaya following behind him.

"The only way to keep him quiet, is to put him in your old cot." Izaya looked down at the sleeping boy, a nagging feeling in his chest, he couldn't get rid off. "At first we thought he was mute. Three years old and he hasn't spoken a word." Crimson eyes narrowed at the hand on the child's forehead. "Don't touch him." The demon king smiled. Deep down the red eyed demon knew who we holding.

He sighed at the footsteps running down the hall towards the room. "Mikado-sama! We looked everywhere, but we couldn't find Shizu-Shizu." She stopped at the doorway, both Mikado and Izaya looking at her. Crimson eyes blinked, and then blinked again, before focusing on the child. "Hey, Iza-Iza. We were looking for you."

But he wasn't listening. Mikado had said it himself, it was impossible. He knew what that feeling was, it was the bond between them. Without looking at the others, he raised the boy's hand, removing the mitten. His eyes widened, seeing his mark already there, on the the tiny finger. Somehow he had come back. "H-ow?" Mikado rested a hand on his shoulder. "We don't know, it shouldn't be possible. But it's Shizuo."

The demon king hugged Kida to him, pushing Erika from the room. It was the first time Izaya got his soul mate back. He didn't know how the younger demon would react. Mikado glanced back seeing him do nothing put stare at the child, holding onto his hand. He had several lifetimes waiting for Kida, whilst Izaya had Shizuo back in not even half. The two were now half demons, it looked like Izaya didn't know the trouble that could bring. "Shi...zu- chan."

Mikado knew he should turn away. The child opened his eyes, looking up into crimson ones. "...Zaya. Iz-aya. Izaya." All eyes widened as Shizuo spoke his first words. The demon king shook his head, smiling as he left the room. The blond had been waiting for his mate and then once able he had gone to find him. None of which he should have been able to do. He dragged a sobbing Erika away, moving quickly, still hearing happy crying from the room.

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