A/N: Yahh...there's a part in this section that isn't really described properly (at least in my opinion) so sorry about that.

Disclaimer: Never mine.


Chapter Four

Around ten in the morning….

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Izaya sighed contentedly after he downed his cup of coffee and set it on his desk with a thud. He played around with his mug for a little bit; then looked at Namie meaningfully for a refill. Namie scowled and snatched it from his fingers. Izaya closed one eye and clicked his tongue, "Sheesh. How rude of you, housewife."

"Will you stop calling me that?" snapped Namie as rich, black coffee streamed out of the coffee maker in a cloud of steam. When she was sure Izaya wasn't looking, she dumped a whole bunch of creamer and sugar into the mug, "It's bad enough that Seiji still hasn't come home. You don't have to add on to it by acting like I'm your own personal maid."

"Minus the maid outfit." Izaya pointed out.

Namie glared at him, "I will never wear one of those."

"I wasn't asking you to." Izaya informed her, disgusted by the idea, "And besides, the only reason why I asked you to be my housewife is because you don't seem like the type to want to. If that makes any sense."

"And it doesn't." Namie slammed the mug onto the table, spilling coffee onto the desk, "Are you saying you planned this all along?!"

Izaya quickly grabbed a nearby napkin and wiped it off. The last thing he wanted was a stain on his precious desk, "Of course not. I figured that you would come to me to ask me to look your precious Seiji, and took advantage of it." He tossed the dirty paper towel into a trash can on the other side of the room even though he had one by his desk, "Now I have Celty's head and an awful person doing my household chores for me." Izaya said before taking a sip. When he lowered the cup from his mouth, his face was scrunched up with distaste, "Namie…did you put sugar in this?"

"Yes."

Izaya pouted, "You know I hate things that taste sweet."

"That was the point." Namie said curtly, crossing her arms.

Izaya put the cup down on his desk and threw his hands up in the air, "Jesus! It seems as though women hate me. What did I ever do them?"

"Being born into this world."

"If that's the case….shouldn't you be placing the blame on my mother?" Izaya pointed out, placing his elbows on his desk and resting his chin on his right hand. He stared at the mug next to him for two seconds; then shoved away repulsive coffee away from him.

Namie looked away, "Nooo….It's more like: Feel sorry for that poor woman who was unfortunate to give birth to a child like you."

Izaya pouted again, "I'm starting to think that you're that Usagi Ringo person that I met on chat. You sound just like her minus the cussing. And she's more curt than you are. And repetitive. But you two still seem pretty similar."

Namie raised an eyebrow and glanced back at him, "Why would I have any interest in chatting with you online when I dread it in person?"

Izaya closed his eyes for a few seconds and nodded several times, "Touché."

After a short span of silence Namie said, "Let me guess. You're thinking about stalking that person too."

"Who?" asked Izaya.

Namie cracked her neck, "This Usagi Ringo person. I'd like to meet her in person though. I might actually enjoy her company if she hates you."

"So cruel…." Izaya said. Then he leaned back in his office chair, "Nah. I won't. My newest plaything and the latest plot twist going on in Ikebukuro has me up to my neck in excitement. I don't think I'll be bored anytime soon!"

"Real-ly?" Namie asked, sickened by this strange man she was standing in the room with. Not that was of any real surprise anyway, "No wonder why your trips to Ikebukuro have been less frequent. You haven't chosen individual people to screw with."

"You mean observe." Izaya corrected.

"That's nice to know." she replied sarcastically.

Izaya smirked, "I know, huh?" He flapped a hand at her, "You can go now. I have a phone call and money to make. You're not required."

Namie glanced at him suspiciously before heading out the door, "Who are you going to call?"

Izaya was already dialing the number. He held the phone between his ear and shoulder as he took the coffee and dumped it into the trash can, "None of your business, really."


After school….

Masaomi slung an arm around Ame's shoulders and asked, "Well, big boy…What did you do this weekend? Since you said that you were too busy to hang out with us." He gave him a one arm hug, "Ooo! Let me guess! You were hitting on girls!"

"Kida-kun!" Mikado chided, "You can't suspect that every guy you meet happens to act like your everyday, stereotypical manga guy!"

"But you do too!" countered Masaomi.

Mikado ignored him and stuttered, "Or-or-or like you!"

Masaomi pouted, "What's wrong with being like me?"

At the moment, the three friends plus the one acquaintance were walking home together (of course they had to go their own separate ways at one point). Ame stuck his book bag under his left arm and replied, "I was at home studying. The teaching curriculum is different here than it is in the US. Japan is far ahead in many subjects." He laughed a little, "I think the only classes so far that I have hope in passing is English, Music, and PE."

Masaomi stopped and grinned, "Oh? You're from America? Wonderful! You can teach me some more English!"

"He incorporates English in his sentences all the time as you can see." explained Mikado.

Ame blinked, "Ohh…"

Masaomi cleared in his throat and said in English with a French accent as he took Anri's hand with a flourish, "Mademoiselle …It is a blessing to be in the light of your beauty. It outdoes the one of the rose."

Anri blushed, "Th-Thank you…?"

Mikado held up a hand limply, "…K-kida-kun…"

Ame laugh-snorted which led to a triumphant grin on Masaomi's face. He switched back to Japanese and said airily, "Ah-hah! Ame-kun had a sense of humor after all!" He let go of Anri's hand and gave Ame another one arm hug, "I have a way with the ladies, don't I? See? Anri's blushing an adorable light pink!"

"Err…Sure…" Ame mumbled. Then he rolled his shoulder slightly and scratched his left cheek as he asked, "Uhh…Do you guys know anything about the yakuza around here? Like the Yellow Scarves and Dollars? Or anything about the Ikebukuro, really."

Mikado whipped his head in Ame's direction. Ame caught his look of alarm and said quickly, "But if it's any problem for you all, then you don't have to tell me anything."

Masaomi glanced at Mikado questionably and told Ame, "It's not a problem…But…I'm not so sure about the Yellow Scarves. And my knowledge is a bit limited on the Dollars, so I'll tell you what I know." He removed his arm from Ame's shoulders and said, "The Dollars aren't really a yakuza, you know. They do good things. They don't really have a color either, like other yakuza. The words a lot of people use to describe them are…colorless or…invisible. It's a pretty good description though. They're everywhere, but you can't really tell because they don't have a color."

Ame nodded slowly in comprehension, "So basically…the Dollars are good people."

"Kinda!" Masaomi confirmed with a thumbs up, "The problem with the Dollars though is that anyone can join. Even yakuza." He jammed his hands into his pockets and continued, "Anyways, the two main yakuza in the area used to the Yellow Scarves and the Blue Squares. They used to have wars all the time. They both disbanded a long time ago though. The Blue Squares for sure. But the Yellow Scarves still have a few of their members out there." He shrugged, "But of course, all my information comes from rumors and snippets of conversation."

Ame nodded again. He looked at the three friends, "Umm…Can you tell me about the Slasher, too? All I know is that the person's been terrorizing Ikebukuro for a couple weeks now."

Masaomi adopted a thoughtful expression, "Well…the latest thing on that character was two nights ago, I think? There haven't been anymore reports of attacks since the 'angelic voice heroine'." He grinned, "Though you would think that media would choose a better nickname for something like that."

"I guess…" Ame agreed quietly.

Anri stared up at the sky. It was getting late. She stepped a few paces away from the boys and bowed, "I-I'm soo sorry! I-I have to go. See you tomorrow!"

They grinned, "It's okay." Masaomi told her, "See ya!"

"See you tomorrow." Mikado mumbled, embarrassed for some reason.

"Bye." said Ame softly. As Anri rushed down the steps, he asked, "I asked something I shouldn't have, didn't I? I wonder why…" Then without waiting for an answer he continued with a shrug, "Either way, I have to go too."

Mikado and Masaomi exchanged a glance and replied at the same time, "Err…Okay. See you tomorrow."


Twenty minutes later….

Shizuo kicked a random rock (which hit a random yakuza member and the person lapsed into a coma instantaneously due to the concussion) and threw himself against an alley wall, irritated out of his mind. His talk with Celty last night helped calm him down, but as soon as he had the urge to smoke the next day (which was today), his temper kicked in again. Yeah, sure he could go to the nearest vending machine and get another pack, but there was the other problem: He left his wallet at home.

FUCKING SHIIIIIIIIT!

As he was muttering 'pissed off' and 'annoyed' under his breath, someone poked him on the shoulder. That just about did it. Shizuo whipped around, livid, "Fucking ass! What the hell do you want?!"

Ame blinked at him, "Wow. You sure are in a bad mood today. But that's not really shocking."

Shizuo was surprised enough that he calmed down. He blinked back, "Hey….You look familiar. I could have sworn that I saw someone that looked just like you except that person was a girl." Then his temper returned and he said with a growl, "Her name was Saku…and she stole my cigarettes…"

"Well…smoking is bad for you." Ame pointed out.

Shizuo leaned down so he was face to face with the teenager and stared hard at him, "Are you that girl? You seem just like her except you look like a boy and your personality took a drastic change. Like you got hit on the head or something. What are you? A cross dresser?"

Ame's eyes widened in surprise, as if he didn't know what to say, "No way! She's my….my twin sister!"

Shizuo straightened up and snorted, "Seriously? Hmph. I guess it makes sense. But I honestly don't see how you two are related. Like I said, your personalities are completely different."

"I'm sorry that she caused you so much trouble." muttered Ame, "Uhh…" He scuffled around in his bag for a few seconds, "Here's the cigarette box." He held it out to Shizuo.

Shizuo looked at him and took the cigarette box back, "Thanks." Almost immediately he got out his lighter and started to smoke. He jammed his fists into his pockets and asked, "Hey, kid! What's your name again?"

The teenager stretched and replied, "Ame."

"Oh. Sorry. I was never good at remembering names." Shizuo explained.

"I never told you my name." informed Ame him bluntly.

Shizuo froze up for a few seconds, "Oh." He quickly averted his stare to the ground and pushed up his sunglasses to cover up his embarrassment.

Ame glanced over to one side and placed his hands behind his head, "It's okay. You seem pretty stupid for someone your age though." he added under his breath.

"Did you say something?" Shizuo asked after he blew a stream of smoke from his mouth.

"No. Nothing."

Shizuo stared at him, "So why did you come to Ikebukuro? It seems like you came from out of country."

"Huh? Really?" Ame asked. I take it back. He's got sharp intuition.

"Yup. Your Japanese has an English accent to it. You're Caucasian, right?"

Ame felt depression come in. Damn it….He knew that he should have asked someone whether or not his Japanese sounded fluent or not before coming here…

Shizuo noticed the younger man's misery and quickly tried to make him feel better, "There's only a slight trace of it though! It's not so much of an accent that you can tell right off the bat that you're from America."

"But you did…."

"That's because there's a lot of foreigners around here. It's not that hard to pick them out." Shizuo explained, trying to console the teenager.

"I'm half Japanese." Ame muttered, head hung low.

Shizuo felt uncomfortable. He was never good with kids…He never really sent time with them either…with his temper and everything…Shizuo straightened, patted Ame awkwardly on the back; then he steered the teenager to the street, "Err…Why don't I buy you a drink or something? Something sweet will make you feel better." Then he remembered that he left his wallet at home, "Uhh…On second thought, why don't we just walk around? I'll give you a little tour since you say you're new around here."

Ame stared at him in dismay, "Do I have to pay you? I'm only a high school student, you know. I don't have much money on me…"

Shizuo laughed, "Don't worry. It's free of charge."

"Thanks. Umm….Heiwajima-san…" Ame began uncertainly.

"Yeah?"

Reassured by this, Ame continued, "Can I ask you a question?"

Shizuo blinked down at him, "Okay…Shoot."

"What's the point of wearing a bartender suit all the time? Are you even a bartender?" Ame asked despite of himself. He stiffened, waiting for an outburst of fury.

Surprisingly, it didn't happen. For some reason, Shizuo couldn't get mad at Ame. He reminded him of Kasuka somehow, as stated earlier. Shizuo replied thoughtfully, "I was a bartender, at one point. Then that stupid flea set me up and I lost the job. Currently, I work as a bodyguard. Tom-san's bodyguard, to be exact. He works for a dept collection agency."

Ame nodded slowly, "Ohh. But…why do you still wear the bartender outfit then?"

"Reputation." explained Shizuo simply as he let his hand drop from the teen's back, "That was Tom-san's idea. Like the time where he told me to bleach my hair blond before I started high school. So I don't have to fight all the time." under his breath he added, "Not like it really helped much though."

"Ohh." Ame repeated.

Shizuo shoved his hands into his pockets, "All right. My turn. Why did you come here to Japan? Foreign scholarship? Foreign exchange student?"

Ame shook his head, "No. Family problems."

A long pause.

"Oh. Whoops. I shouldn't have asked."

Ame shrugged, "It's no big deal, really."

Shizuo felt awkward again. He guessed in situations like these, the best solution would be to keep talking, "Why did they choose to send you to 'bukuro?"

"Oh. I'm related to Celty-san. Don't ask how. It's too complicated to explain." Ame added quickly when he saw Shizuo open his mouth to ask how the hell that was possible. He kicked a stray rock, "Things got pretty hectic at home and they didn't want my sister and me to be there to see it, so they sent us off. It sucks, but I understand the predicament." Ame laughed a little scornfully, "They still see me as a kid though. That ticks me off."

Shizuo was about to remind Ame that he still was, but he refrained himself. What the heck was he doing at this age? Oh, yeah. Beat up all the yakuza that came after him and tried to kill Izaya. He blinked. Huh. Nothing had really changed over the past eight years…had they? He just realized that now.

Then he remembered that he promised to be somewhat of a tour guide, so he decided to stick with, "Have you ever been to Sunshine?" It was basically the first thing that popped into his mind.

Ame blinked at him, "Uhh….Isn't that somewhere that you would take your girlfriend? Or at least, so I heard."

Shizuo blinked back, then: "Yeah…you're right. My bad. I wasn't thinking. Anyways…Over there is Sunshine Cinema. We're on 60 Story Street, by the way."

Ame nodded, "So this is where this place is. A classmate of mine invited me to come here yesterday. We're kinda close to the subway, aren't we?"

"Yup." responded Shizuo, "That reminds me…don't you have school today? Why did you come all the way out here?"

"To give you back your cigarette box." Ame replied, only half listening. He was busy looking around him in awe at the city life. It was as if he just realized that he now lived in such a world.

"And another thing…Where's your sister?"

Ame looked at him, started from his staring, "Excuse me?"

Shizuo raised an eyebrow, "You're sister. You have a twin, don't you? Shouldn't you two be inseparable or something?"

Ame shook his head, "My sister can't stand being with such a lifeless person. And she's a real mama's girl. She doesn't like to stay out late."

"Hmm." Shizuo was about to ask him another question when he was interrupted by the sound that was a cross between a motorcycle's engine and a horse's whinny. Immediately, he knew who it was. Shizuo turned around and greeted her with a grin, "Sup, Celty."

The headless rider nodded at him, [Hello, Shizuo.]

Ame turned his head too. He raised his hand and said with quite an amusing expression (think Kakashi), "Yo."

Celty yanked on his ear, [What do you mean, 'yo'?! You should know better than to stay out late! What have I been telling you these past few weeks?!]

"Yow! I'm sorry, Celty-san!" Ame gushed out as he cringed in pain.

Shizuo wasn't really bothered by this scene at all. He'd seen it happen to Shinra all the time. He said to Celty casually, "I heard that the kid's related to you."

Celty nodded, [My n] She paused for about a second before continuing, [ephew, to be exact.]

"What's with the slight hesitation?" Shizuo asked.

Celty created a little shelf with her shadow for her phone. She placed it on there and typed, [Nothing. I just remembered something I had to do.] Then she turned it to Shizuo.

"Oh."

From his position, Ame read what Celty typed and muttered, "What? That you can let go of my ear now?"

Celty shook her head and pulled on it harder. Ame flinched and held the Dullahan's fingers as if that would lessen the pain (it didn't), "Sorry!"

Now Shizuo felt the need to intervene, "You don't have to yank on the poor kid's ear anymore, Celty. After all, I'm with him. I wouldn't let anything happen."

[I know. And Ame is perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but I still don't want to take any chances. His parents are entrusting him in my care.] Celty explained, but she let go of Ame's ear anyway.

Ame straightened up and rubbed his ear with a wince. Then for some reason, he froze, eyes widening slightly.

"[What's wrong?]" Shizuo and Celty asked/typed at the same time.

Ame shook his head slightly to shake off the daze, "It's nothing…but…Celty-san?"

[Yes?]

"I need to do something first. It's really important. I forgot all about it." Ame explained quickly, "Uhh…I'll call when I'm done, okay?"

Celty tilted her head slightly, confused for a moment; then nodded.

"Thanks!" Ame yelled as he ran off into the crowd.

Now Shizuo tilted his head, "What was that all about?"

Celty flapped a hand at him, [It's probably something for school. Anyway…I see that you've got your cigarettes back.]


Four hours later….

Seiji was walking around Sunshine, hand in hand with Mika. He turned his glance to her, "It's getting late. Do you think we should head back?"

Mika shrugged at him with a beam, "Whatever you say, Seiji-san!"

Seiji didn't tell her, but he had a feeling of dread build up in his stomach. He didn't know why, but he trusted his instincts. He rounded another corner with Mika and found his answer.

It was a fairly large group of about thirty-five yakuza. And judging by the yellow they were wearing, they were from the Yellow Scarves. But something wasn't right though. Their eyes were red, and it looked like they weren't in control of their actions. Either way, it still spelled trouble. The yakuza slowly began to walk to the two lovers in a zombie-like manner, drawing their weapons.

"Seiji-san…" Mika whimpered, hugging his arm.

Seiji smiled at her reassuringly, "Don't worry. I won't let them come between our love."

"Don't be an idiot." a voice from behind him said quietly, "Love can't save you from everything."

Seiji turned around to see who said that, ready to prove him wrong. He narrowed his eyes. It was a teenager around his age. In fact, he was from his class. How the hell did he get here? Seiji searched his memory for the man's name. Kagayaku Ame, that's it, "Kagayaku Ame…Are you behind this?"

Ame snorted, "Of course not. I'm here to save your love struck asses. Try to be more grateful if this ever happens again." He jammed his hands into his pockets, "Listen. They haven't made their usual mug circle yet. Take the girl-and I'm sure you will-and get the hell out of here."

"What about you?" Mika asked.

Ame grinned, "I'm going to stay behind and roughen these idiots up. In other words, hold them back." He frowned at them when they didn't move, then took out one hand and waved at them, "Well? Get going. Toodle-loo."

Seiji didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed Mika's hand and bolted for it. Ame watched him go, face expressionless. When they were gone from sight, he returned his attention back to the yakuza.

A Goth girl stepped forward, "Why did you do that? We wanted to love them."

A disgusted look crossed Ame's face, "You do realize how wrong that sounded, right?"

"Mother…forgive us. We lost some of your potential children." the Goth girl stood there as if she was listening to something, then smiled, "Congratulations, Ame…Mother says that you will make up for the two you made her loss. Let Mother love you…."

Ame smirked, "Seriously? That's interesting. And…I'd rather not, thank you. Even though if it would be much more convenient for if I did. But unfortunately, that's not in my character."

The Goth girl stared at him blankly. She couldn't have been any older than a middle schooler, "Very well, then. Mother says we have to use force."

At that, small mob of Yellow Scarves closed in on him. The first three people were about to jump Ame, but at the last second, the high school student ducked and they ended up stabbing each other instead. Ame casually step sided and fought off a yawn, "I have several things to say to you…Saika…but I'll just stick to this since it's past my curfew: It's very low of you to attack a pair of innocent lovers."

More of Saika's children came upon Ame, wielding anything that had a blade. Ame sighed and with a flick of his right wrist, a metal cylinder about fifteen centimeters long, and four centimeters thick fell into his palm. He switched his grip on it and flicked his wrist again. This time, the cylinder extended to the point where it was five times longer than its original length.

Ame threw it up and caught it in the center. He twirled it around expertly, effectively knocking away the yakuza closest to him, "I'm not really in the mood right now, so I'm going to keep this short."

"Mother agrees. She'll make you one of her daughters briefly." the Goth girl said in her clearly possessed monotone.

Ame sighed and pondered over the situation as he battered yakuza repeatedly with his metal staff. He could do one of two things: 1) he could keep doing in this or 2) he could use that. But then again…it wasn't really wise to use the second one since there might be witnesses. So first option it is. He'll just have to make sure that he knocked them out well so they won't bother him anymore.

As the teen was whacking skulls left to right, a random yakuza came at Ame from behind with a dagger. It was a tall young man around his early twenties who had purple spiked hair, brown eyes, and a nose pierce, wearing a yellow hoodie and black jeans. He ran at the boy and extended his arm in a thrust.

Ame's eyes widened slightly. He quickly hopped to one side, causing the man to strike at air. Then he dislodged his staff from the metal pipe and baseball bat which also knocked the man's hand high into the air, loosing his balance. He smacked the sides of the two he just fought and turned his attention to one with the dagger.

The man rushed at him again. Ame used the advantage of the sturdy metal staff's length to whack him into a wall. One second later, he moved his head to the left and watched a slender shard of glass fly by his ear, missing it by two centimeters. Ame didn't even have time to think when six of them came at him at once. He leaped up into the air and kicked at two in their faces. As Ame came down, he swung at the others like they were baseballs; then brought it to his waist and jabbed a person from behind a few seconds after he landed.

The teen straightened. All right. Only fifteen more to go. Just wonderful. Sixteen if he counted the Goth.

Nine more approached. This time, they decided to throw their blades at Ame. He narrowed his eyes and deflected them all with blinding speed, sending them into the asphalt of the alley, and caught the last one with his pointer finger and thumb. He sighed and closed his eyes, then sent it handle first at one of them. The person fell to the ground with blood steaming from his nose.

From there on out, he just waited for the rest to come at him so he could send them to a one way trip into the wall. Ten minutes later, Ame was standing in the center of people moaning on the ground, panting hard. He was about to leave when a voice stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Ame turned back around and said, "Home."

The Goth girl inclined her head and removed the whip she had on her belt, "You forgot that you have to fight me, too."

A pained expression crossed the boy's face, "Is that really necessary?"

She struck the ground with her whip, "Of course it is." and lashed out.

Ame sighed and let the whip wrap around one end his staff. Then he yanked on it, easily snatching the whip from her grasp. The Goth girl snarled. She grabbed a dagger from off the ground and charged at him. Ame step sided, but the girl quickly retaliated, brought her arm forward, then backward to stab the teen in the back. He swiftly used his staff to alter its course, giving him enough time to pivot out of the way. The girl stumbled for a few steps and regained her footing.

Then the barrage of stabs and slashes began. As Ame blocked them, he gritted his teeth. He needed to find a way to disarm her, somehow. When he got a feel to her pattern, Ame ducked and jabbed the butt of his staff at the bottom of her jaw. She saw it and moved her head out of the way; then brought the dagger straight to his head.

Ame dodged it and tried to trip her. The girl leaped up and stepped on it, grinning triumphantly. Ame scowled at her, warning her mentally not to underestimate him. He pushed one section of his staff in and used the ground as a fulcrum, flipping the girl off of it. She flew in the air for a few seconds before her head hit the ground with a sickening bounce and thud.

Ame winced and muttered, "I really didn't want to do that…" He crouched down beside her to check if she was breathing. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the rise and fall of her chest. Ame then proceeded to whipped out his cell phone and dialed for the nearest hospital.

When he was finished, the teen felt something move behind him. Luckily, Ame didn't put away his metal staff, otherwise he would have been skewered by small (but obviously sharp) knives. He deflected them and once again caught one with his finger and thumb. Having a feeling as to who was responsible, he sent it back into the shadows blade first. He heard it ching against the brick wall and scowled.

"Come out in the open where I can see you, ya freaking troll."

Izaya stepped out into the streetlight, smirking, "How did you know it was me?" he asked mockingly.

"You smell." Ame replied bluntly as he held his staff between his armpit.

Izaya pouted, "How rude. You're no better than Shizu-chan." He jammed his hands into his pockets and glanced around with child-like quality, "Impressive. You took care of all of them." He shot Ame a smirk, "You're definitely more than you seem."

Ame ignored him and dialed Celty's number. Once she picked up he said, "Hi. I'm done. I don't really know where I'm at, but I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"Hiiiiiiiiiiii, Celty!" Izaya leaned forward and said annoyingly into the phone.

Ame sighed and continued, "Yeah. Maybe when you find me, Orihara here can give you some money. Like he's given you a transport or something."

"I'm not gooooing toooooooo." Izaya sing-songed into the phone, shaking his head in an infantile manner.

Ame swerved away, "As you can see, Orihara's with me. Hey! It's not like I wanted him to. Uh-huh. He's going through his child stage. Again? So you mean he does that a lot? I know, right? He should have had it twenty years ago." He paused for three seconds, "Hell. That's kinda old."

"That's meeeaaannnn!" Izaya interjected, doing a fake temper tantrum.

"Stoppit! You're slapping me!" Ame snapped. He quickly grabbed one of Izaya's flailing arms and twisted it.

"Owwie! Owwie!" whined Izaya in a kiddy voice.

Ame rolled his eyes and continued after an irritable sigh, "Yeah, I'm hurting him. Stop? Why should I, Shinra? He's being annoying. Because he's just a child? Bullshit." There was a short pause, "Uh…I should think that I have a point."

"Meanie!" Izaya accused with a pout, "What have I done to deserve this? What have I done to you people?"

Ame stared at him as if he was insane (and he was), "Yea, he just asked what he did." The teen lessened his grip and told Izaya, "Shinra said that Celty said that you've damaged a lot of lives." He returned back to his cell phone conversation without waiting for a reply, "Okay. I'll stay in one spot, don't worry. Just hurry up. I don't want to end up smelling like this troll."

"Ruuuuuuuuudeee!" Izaya commented.

Ame glared daggers at him and twisted harder.

"Owwie!"

"All right. Bye."

"Byyyeeee, Shinraaaaa!" Izaya sang through the pain. He began to sway, but found that it only worsened the agony, so he stopped.

Ame pressed the end call button and glared at him as he put his cell into his back pocket. Then he released his grip on Izaya and collapsed his staff back into its original form, "Will you stop that? You sound like a kid. A girl one at that."

Izaya ignored him and reached into Ame's back pocket, "Ooo…You have one of those fancy touch screen ones…"

The teen quickly karate chopped his hand away and hopped a meter from the informant, "Sheesh. Pervert."

"I'd like to call it curiosity." Izaya informed him, hands clasped behind his back, rocking on his heels.

"That's exactly what a pervert is!" Ame retorted, "What are you even doing here?"

Izaya started to pout again, "I was just walking around….You make me sound like a bad boy….Izaya is a good boy!" He added with a stomp of his foot.

"Stop that! You're practically an adult! Adults don't pout! Or stomp foots! It's immature!" snapped Ame irritably, "Gosh! Grow up!"

Izaya jutted his head forward like a turtle and tilted his head to the right as he frowned, "What's wrong with being a child at heart?"


Ten minutes later….

A high school student was walking down the streets, heading home from a friend's. Little did she know what was lurking in the shadows around the corner…The only thing that went on in her mind was the homework she still had to do and the boyfriend she'll never get.

It wasn't until too late when she realized what had come upon her. Gloved hands shot out from the darkness and grabbed her. Before she had the chance to scream out into the night, a towel was shoved into her face and she was out cold.

The hands fingered the unconscious girl's body delicately. The voice that belonged to those crazed hands was rough and cracked easily. It muttered, "Not her, not her….But you will do….You'll do just fine…."