Izaya grabbed his phone almost before it had a chance to buzz, reading the name and quickly opening the message. He'd been told to wait for more information if he wanted Mikado to be safe, and he had waited, not moving apart from to go to his computer and trace the call, as well as check that Mikado hadn't just dropped his phone and some prankster had picked it up.

He was a picture of Mikado's face in pain. He was tied to a bed that actually didn't look too bad, but the fact of the matter was it wasn't Mikado's bed and it wasn't Izaya's bed. Izaya ground his teeth a bit, something he'd never done before.

He waited for the follow up, the instructions, whatever it was these people were demanding.

He waited.

He kept waiting.

It was about 15 minutes later that the next message finally came. It was a video and he cringed slightly, knowing already he wouldn't like what he was going to see.

He watched with seemingly passive eyes as the movie was played on his phone screen. At the end there was a voice over saying something that Izaya was sure he should be able to understand, it was in plain Japanese and didn't seem to be some sort of riddle, but he just couldn't put the words to their meanings. He blinked and when his eyes opened they were wet with tears.

Izaya had not cried for as long as he could remember. It seemed almost fitting that someone who made him so happy should be at the heart of his first remembered tears.

"Mikado." He whispered, letting go and crying properly. His posture was normal and he seemed perfectly fine but for the tears and facial expression.

He was still sitting just like that, crying but otherwise seeming his usual self when Naime walked in almost two hours later. It was dark enough for her not to notice anything was wrong for a while.

She glanced at Izaya and scoffed slightly before heading into the kitchen to make the tea she assumed he would be asking for in a second. When it was ready she brought it out to him and paused, finally noticing he was crying.

She paused, unsure what to do for a while. Izaya was crying. Didn't crying require the person to feel sadness? Maybe he was faking it. There was no way he'd be really feeling anything, it just didn't work for who he was.

"Oi. What's with the tears?" She asked, her usual gruffness in place with a hint of uncertainty.

Izaya jumped at her voice. He'd be so in his thoughts he hadn't even noticed her. That was certainly a new experience for him.

Izaya looked at her uncertainly, not sure what to do. "Naime..."

Naime's expression softened slightly at his voice. "I thought you didn't feel?"

"I don't. Not for anyone but him."

Naime, who was well aware of Izaya's relationship with Mikado smirked slightly. "Dumped you has he?"

Izaya shook his head, showing Naime the first text before taking his phone back, unsure what to do. He knew he had to watch the video again to know what the commands were, but he couldn't watch Mikado going through that again. He was fine with watching that sort of thing with anyone else in it, but he really did care about Mikado.

Naime looked at the text, reading it quickly and then looking at Izaya's face again. It was tempting, very very tempting to through this in his face. It was his fault after all. He really should have looked after Mikado better considering the danger he'd put the boy in by dating him.

Looking at his face she decided he probably didn't need to be reminded it was his fault. He seemed to understand that pretty well already.

She might laugh at him, but Mikado was the same age as Seiji, and that thought was enough to make her feel sick. If they wanted something from her would they take Seiji like that? She shook the thought off and grabbed Izaya's phone from him. "What else have they sent?"

Izaya looked at her and shook his head.

Naime sighed and went through his phone, finding the video quickly and watching it with a blank face until it ended. She dropped the phone at the end and grimaced, looking like she was going to be sick. "Shit."

"Did you get the instructions?"

"The what?" Naime asked, her mind still trying to get passed the fact that that could be her brother if those people wanted something from her.

"The instructions of what I have to do to get him back."

Naime paused then shook her head. She picked the phone up, about to hand it back to Izaya when she caught a look in his eyes that made her hold onto the phone. "Izaya...You really do love him, don't you?"

Izaya merely nodded, his usual energy and exuberance gone.

Naime sighed and turned away, walking off with the phone. "I'll watch it and listen for the orders this time."

It wasn't until she'd left the room that Izaya thanked her quietly.

When she returned with a written list of what they wanted Izaya merely glances at it, looking more like himself again. The shock had worn off to be replaced by anger and determination. Those people would regret what they had done, and Izaya would ensure they survived a long time to truly suffer through a life that he personally was going to destroy.

Sorry it's so short! My brain went on holiday and hasn't come back yet...If you see it, please send it back here...I miss it! Also, I've worked out a bit more about how this story will go, so hopefully I'll start updating more often, hahaha