Chapter 4

Anri had been sleeping again when she heard someone enter the sanctuary, but not through the usual way. It sounded like a pounding. Anri had been a light sleeper ever since her father had become abusive.

"W-who's there?"

A teenage boy she didn't recognize came in. He had short dark hair, long eyelashes, and he was very pale but very attractive."Oh, I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

Then Clary came in the usual way."Goodness Simon, you couldn't have waited? You probably scared the poor girl."

"You made it seem like she was ready for company."

"Yeah, well I still wanted to warn her first."

Anri sighed. She really hadn't wanted them to go through any trouble.

Clary looked at her again."Can you understand us? Or do you want me to get one of the others to help translate?"

"Um, well I-I think I'm okay right now. I'll-I'll let you know." She said quietly.

Clary looked at the boy named Simon and rolled her eyes. He was scratching the back of his head and smiling nervously, which didn't seem to fit with his unnaturally good looking personality.

"Hi there. Again, I'm sorry about the intrusion. My name is Simon. Clary is my best friend. It's nice to meet you." He bowed.

Anri was surprised he knew to do that.

She bowed back."P-pleased to meet you. My name is Anri Sonohara. Thank you for seeing me."

"Oh, it's no problem."

"So, I heard you can't enter the institute either. Why is that?"

"Well, um, it's because I'm a vampire."

Anri's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"But, don't worry. I'm a nice vampire. I get plenty of blood on my own, so I don't ever eat humans."

Anri still looked nervous.

"So, um, w-what about you? Clary says your story is very interesting."

Anri looked down."Well, it's kind of hard to explain. Basically, I have a demon sword in me. It doesn't possess me, my thoughts are still my own. I am able to keep her at bay enough that she doesn't harm anyone.

I have the sword always with me and I can use it to fight to protect myself. Since I have the main sword, I am able to control the other Saika children, but I don't do that very often.

I know it's confusing, it's kind of complicated to explain."

"If she doesn't control you, then why don't you just get it out of you?"

Anri was quiet for a moment."That's also complicated to explain. Part of it is because I don't know how to, although I have been told that it is possible for me to give her up. At least while I have her though, I know I can contain her enough to protect people."

"What does she do to people?"

"She slashes them."

"So, she would go around killing people?"

"No, it doesn't kill them, although she could if she wanted to. When she slashes people a saika child possesses them taking them over. Then they go around slashing people, it's kind of like an infection."

"It sounds kind of like a zombie infection."

"I-I guess."

"Can I see it?"

"What? It won't freak you out?"

"Anri, I'm a vampire. That's pretty freaky too. I'm just curious."

Anri sighed."Okay." The Saika blade came out of her palm and she held it. Clary and Simon both looked at it in shock.

"Now, make sure you don't touch it. I don't want her to infect you although, although she prefers humans."

"Do you know how she feels about Nephilim?"

"I-I'm not sure. I know she doesn't like them."

"That is so cool!" Simon burst out.

"It definitely reminds me of some kind of anime demonic hero."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Anri had to remind herself that these people were from a different world. It was nice to be accepted.

"Okay, so I brought over a portable DVD player and some old animes I still have but haven't watched in a while. I figure you get bored."

Anri smiled."Thank you, but I think we should ask Mikado to join us. He likes animes way more than I do."

"Mikado is her friend who was with her when they found her. Do you want me to go get him?"

Anri nodded.

"Okay and what about the other guy, Izaya?"

Anri clenched her fists and looked down. Clary and Simon exchanged questioning looks.

"No, um, not him. I just want to see my friend."

"Oh, um, okay."

Clary left to get Mikado.

Simon laughed nervously."You don't like that guy much, do you? There must be an interesting story there."

Anri didn't speak for a moment; she had gotten so wrapped up in her rage that she had to assert her control over Saika again.

"I hope he isn't a Nephilim like they said he might be. They wouldn't want someone like him to be protecting humans. He's way more of a monster than I am."

While waiting for Clary, Simon had already started one of the anime discs. They were leaning over to watch it on a couch that had been set up in the sanctuary for them. Anri was a little bit relieved that this was one of those cute comedic animes. She hadn't seen this one before, but had heard Erika and Walker talk about it.

Simon's reactions were better than the show though. He seemed like he hadn't realized this was the anime he had brought over. He always got frustrated when nothing sexy happened and when an awkward joke would come up he would mime a spit take. It made Anri laugh.

It slightly reminded her of Masaomi. Masaomi…they had planned on calling him at one point during their trip. They would still have to do that, but in a way that didn't reveal anything about this shadow world. She missed their funny outgoing friend.

"Anri?"

She heard a familiar voice. Anri turned to see Mikado and Clary entering the room.

"Mikado!" They rushed towards each other and embraced. The clung to each other tightly. She was so happy to see her friend that she wanted to cry.

Yet then, having realized how long they were hugging each other closely, they awkwardly pulled away from each other. Mikado scratched his head nervously, and Anri looked down with a small smile on her face.

They didn't notice the exchanged glances between Clary and Simon.

Mikado cleared his throat."So, um, it's good to see you."

"Yeah, um, you too."

They made their way over to the couch and sat down.

"I've um missed seeing you while I've been down here." Anri said quietly.

"Um, well I-I've missed you too."

They didn't notice how Clary was trying to hide her giggling.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much-much better. They kept apologizing for how little they knew about mundane medicine, but they seemed to have done a fine job. I feel much better. What about you?"

"I'm-I'm doing better too. Still very tired though…"

"Yeah, I heard that fight took a lot out of you. Does that always happen when you use Saika?"

"No, not usually."

"Oh." There was an awkward pause.

"So anyways, now that we're out of the infirmary they let us pick which rooms we're staying in. I guess we'll be here for a while."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. And, um, Izaya is staying in the room across from me."

Anri's eyebrows shot up.

"What!?"

At this reaction, Mikado held her hands in his.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'll be fine. Besides, this place is filled with shadow hunters making sure we're all safe."

Anri looked at their grasped hands. She actually liked the way they felt in Mikado's hands, but it still scared her.

Catching Anri's gaze, he immediately pulled his hands away and looked away. Another awkward pause.

"So, um, is it true what they've been saying about Izaya? He really might also be a Nephilim?"

"Yeah, it sounds like it."

"Oh." Another pause.

"I don't think he's taking it well though."

"Really?"

"Yeah. They might have someone come in to see if he has any repressed memories."

"Oh really?"

"Hey, um, Clary was it?"

Clary looked to Mikado, and away from the screen.

"I heard they might bring someone in to see if Izaya-kun has any repressed memories. Someone they said they used on you when you were new here."

"Oh. That must mean Magnus."

"So, you guys know him?"

"Yeah, actually he's dating Alec."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Don't worry about your friend; Magnus is used to the unusual."

"Well, Izaya isn't exactly a friend." Mikado said under his breath, but the others heard it.

"Alright, what is the deal with you two regarding him? If you don't like him then why was he found with you two?"

They both looked down at their laps.

"Well, um, I wasn't able to afford this trip on my own so Izaya said he would pay for it. But in return, he said he was coming with us and I would have to repay him in some way in the future.

And also, before I knew what was going on with the shadow hunters, I had asked Izaya to help protect Anri and he said that meant I was even more in debt to him."

Anri shot Mikado a concerned look at this statement.

"What is this guy's deal?"

"Well, um, he's an information broker back where we're from. He has a reputation, and is known to do things like this."

Clary had begun to wonder if it was really any good for this guy to be a part of the shadow hunter world. What had they gotten into?

Simon cleared his throat. "Well, um, I'm not sure if this is my place to say this, but it sounded really cool to hear you guys speak in Japanese. Could you do it again? And could you teach me some Japanese?"

Clary elbowed him in the side.

"Ow!"

Mikado and Anri blushed, and then looked at each other.

"Sure, we could teach you some. After all, I seemed to do a good job teaching Anri English. But right now, I kind if would like to watch this. I haven't watched an anime in a while."

They were all watching the anime again. Periodically, Simon would look over to the two Japanese and ask them how to say certain things in Japanese. Mikado would usually laugh and then try to teach him how to say it. It didn't go very well.

Anri would usually giggle at the mispronunciations. At one point, Mikado mentioned to Anri that if Masaomi was here he would probably tell them the wrong translations of certain words on purpose. This of course made Anri laugh even more.

"Is Masaomi a friend of yours from your home?"

"Yeah, he definitely likes to get a laugh. He can be really obnoxious at times though." Mikado said, laughing.

Anri laughed too, but then looked sad."I miss him." She said quietly.

"I miss him too. He's like my best friend."

"Is he back in Ikebukuro?"

"No, he's off on vacation with his girlfriend."

"Where?"

"I don't know, he didn't tell us. That's part of the reason we decided to travel. To kind of get back at him for ditching us. I mean, I'm sure they didn't leave out of the country. Although it is a little bit sketchy that Izaya is the one who suggested New York."

"It sounds like you two did the same thing that this Masaomi did, going on vacation with his girlfriend." Simon said.

Clary shot him a look. Mikado and Anri both blushed rather brightly.

Izaya was pretending to be asleep, partially because he wanted to be asleep. When he first got here, he was tired all the time. But ever since he got out of the infirmary, he'd had a hard time getting any sleep. He'd thought being across the hall from Mikado would've helped, since he was fun to mess with, but it didn't. He wasn't even in his room last night, but Izaya didn't know why.

He hated every part of this situation. Part of the reason he had chosen New York as the teens' vacation because he thought it would be fun to manipulate somewhere different. He also thought he would be entertained by messing with the two teens. But, ever since they were thrown into this shadow world, he was always out of his element.

By this point, he would rather be back in Ikebukuro messing with Shizu-chan again. If he had much of a choice, he would have left for that. He may have hated it there, but he still didn't want to die, so he stayed put. He didn't even know what time it was here. He had forgotten what the time difference was in New York compared to Tokyo.

Then he heard a voice outside of his closed door.

"I just don't see why you couldn't have gone to the silent brothers. They're much better at this than I am."

Izaya groaned.

"Because, Magnus, we don't know this guy's whole situation. If he's half fairy, going to see the silent brothers could have detrimental effects."

Izaya heard his door being opened."Ugh, can't you people see that I'm trying to sleep?"

He heard a scoff.

"Charming fellow, isn't he?"

"Sorry, Mr. Izaya, but this is kind of important. Magnus here has a very busy schedule, and for your own safety we need to see if he can retrieve any repressed memories of yours."

Izaya begrudgingly sat up, frustrated with his bedhead. Outside his door he could see Isabelle, Alec, Jace, Clary, and a man he didn't recognize. The man looked about his age. He had dark hair, and kind of an Asian looking face. He seemed to have some sort of rainbow sparkles on him, and his eyes looked like cat eyes.

Izaya smiled."Well, he's not exactly human, is he?"

The man, he assumed was Magnus, rolled his eyes."Well, you're clearly a smart one." This statement dripped with sarcasm.

Izaya's smirk disappeared. Did everyone here know Japanese now?

"Yes, you're right. I'm not human. I'm a warlock."

"Um Alright then. Why do you need to see if I have any repressed memories?"

"They could give some sort of clue as to how your parentage came to be. And this information could help us with protecting you."

Izaya sighed."Alright, how does this work then? And does this have to be in my room?"

Magnus sighed."Trust me; you're going to want it to somewhere where you're comfortable. It's not the most pleasant experience."

Izaya tried to hide a gulp, and cleared his throat."Alright, um, tell me what I need to do."

"Just lay back on the pillow."

Izaya did as he was instructed. Magnus came over, and lifted the covers off of him. He had his hands over Izaya's head, and Izaya noticed how rainbow sparks came from his fingers and circled in between. Then fear took hold of Izaya.

Magnus frowned."You may want to close your eyes. If the shadow hunters here are right about you, you're going to see a lot of images, and it's less overwhelming if your eyes are closed."

Izaya nodded and closed his eyes. He winced in anticipation and squeezed his eyes shut. Izaya hated to admit it, but he was terrified for what might happen next. He felt cold fingers touch his temples. There was a weird warm buzzing sensation from the touch which Izaya assumed was from the magic.

"Hmm."

Izaya heard Magnus say."W-what?"

"Don't talk while I'm doing this. Magic tastes terrible; I don't want you throwing up on me."

"What is it Magnus?" One of the Shadowhunters asked.

"I do see repressed memories, but they don't appear to be his."

"What do you mean?"

"It appears someone placed them here for storage, almost as though knowing someone like me would come along to uncover them."

"Do you think you would remember if someone had hired you to do something like that?"

"I would definitely remember that, and I did not do that. This is very rare magic that only a few warlocks can use."

"Can you retrieve them?"

Magnus scoffed again. "Of course I can! I'm the high warlock of New York. Izaya, I must warn you that since these memories aren't yours you're going to experience them as though they are yours. You'll be seeing through their eyes and feel what they feel. I also don't know how painful these memories will be, so this may be a difficult experience for you to go through. Are you ready for this?"

This time Izaya didn't even try to hide his gulp, and then he nodded. Izaya suddenly felt a whooshing sensation, and became incredibly dizzy. He couldn't feel the softness of his bed underneath him anymore.

They were sitting beside a pond that looked almost too perfectly blue to be natural. They were moving their fingers through the surface of the water and noticed how their hand and fingers appeared to be feminine. The landscape around them looked like a peaceful Japanese park.

After the ripples from their fingertips faded they saw the reflection of a man in the pond. They turned around to face the man. He had shoulder length ebony hair which almost covered his elfin pointy ears. His skin looked pale, even more so for a Japanese person. He shot them a mischievous smile which made them have butterflies in their stomach and their cheeks feel warm from blushing.

"You're not exactly human, are you?"

They looked down at their lap.

"W-what do you mean?" A woman's voice came out.

"Well, because you can see me."

They looked around the park to see that no one else had noticed the man. He sat down next to them.

They looked away, suspecting what he might be. "Why should I tell you if I am or not?"

"Well, simply because I'm not going to leave you alone either way." He leaned in close to them, the felt their warm breath on their skin.

Why am I attracted to him? Only humans are weak to their attraction magic. I should be able to resist. And yet…

"I can make you leave."

The man let out a heavenly laugh.

"No you can't."

They turned to face him. He was very close to them.

"I can tell you're a Nephilim, but I don't see a rune on your body. This means you're probably not a shadow hunter, so you haven't been trained to defend yourself. And you're more weak to my charms." He placed a finger under their chin. They sucked in a nervous breath, but tried to avoid his eyes.

"Nephilim without runes are very rare. Why are you one?"

She tried to resist, but she couldn't help but answer his questions.

"My mother was half shadow hunter half human. After my father died, she decided being a shadow hunter was too dangerous for her family so she left and decided to raise me as a human."

"I see. But you know what you are."

"Yes."

"It must get so lonely knowing you are the only one like that around here." He moved their face so they were forced to look into his eyes.

"You know, for a Nephilim, you are very pretty."

At this point, they knew it was too late. He had drawn them in too deeply. Resistance wasn't an option anymore.

There was a swirl of colors and all of the sudden they were running through the streets of Ikebukuro at night while it was raining.

I have to find somewhere safe for him. If his father finds us, he'll force our son to live with him in Fairie. I can't allow that to happen. Not after seeing the awful things they do, based off of the way his father treated me. I have to protect him. He can't know about this world.

They looked down in their arms to see a small baby with raven-black hair to match his father's and a small pale face. Luckily he was sleeping through all of this. They stopped in front of an apartment. They couldn't hear anything behind them, but paranoia got the best out of them, so they quickly left the child on the doorstep, rang the doorbell, and then hid behind a column to make sure someone came to the door.

A young couple came to the door, expressed shock at finding a child there, and then immediately took the child inside.

There was another swoosh of colors.

They were in a courtroom, and the man with pointy ears and ebony hair was on the stand.

He was smiling insanely."I really haven't done anything wrong here." He sung.

"Are you kidding me?" Someone stood up.

"You charmed a Nephilim girl: used that magic to impregnate her, proceeded to stalk her and attempt to kidnap her son after she had him, and then you continued to use magic on her mind when she wouldn't tell you where he was and you made her go insane!

And because you made her go insane this lead to her death! That is a number of infractions right there, which are clearly punishable by death."

"Well, does it count if I used magic on a Nephilim who wasn't a shadow hunter?"

"It does count and you know it! Not only that, but any number of those infractions are illegal whether they are towards a Nephilim or a mundane."

The man smiled evilly.

"Very well then. I suppose there is nothing else I can say for myself then."

Suddenly the room was filled with a glittery mist. They felt their sight going dark, but before losing consciousness heard a maniacal laugh.

Izaya only saw darkness for a second. Then he saw Magnus's face, which looked surprised and sad. Then he help a pulling motion again and his eyes snapped open. Izaya was breathing very heavily, trying to process what he just experienced. Magnus had a strained look on his face as well.

"Magnus? What did you see?" Someone asked.

Magnus took a deep breath. Izaya felt tears sting his eyes.

"It appeared to be an assortment of memories from his mother, and someone else I couldn't name. It appears we were correct; Izaya is half Nephilim half fairy. His mother knew she was Nephilim but she was not a shadow hunter.

A fairy male realized that she was a Nephilim and used his magic to attract her, and impregnated her. She then left him on a doorstep to protect him from the father who happened to be stalking her.

She thought he would try to take Izaya to Fairie. When she wouldn't tell him where Izaya was, he made her go insane which somehow lead to her death. While he was being tried for these crimes he somehow managed to escape."

"Wait, so Izaya's dangerous fairy father could still be out there?"

"It sounds like it."

"Do we know if he would be after Izaya?"

"No idea."

"What were his parents' names?"

"I don't know. They weren't said in the memories."

"Well, we can still work with the information we've been given. Based on these descriptions, there can't be too many court cases like that."

"I-Izaya? What's going on?" Everyone in the room turned to see Mikado peeking in.

Izaya didn't move, but looked at him out of the corner of his eye. Mikado looked confused and concerned. Izaya didn't want Mikado to see him like this, but he didn't think he could fight it.

"W-why are all these people in here? Who's that?" There was still tension in the room.

Magnus shot Alec a questioning look.

"He's the mundane we found with Izaya and the girl, Mikado."

Clary walked over to Mikado.

"Mikado, this is Magnus Bane. He's the one here to search for repressed memories in Izaya."

"Oh ok, did he find them?"

"Uh, sort of. We found something that can come in handy."

Mikado raised an eyebrow.

Magnus cleared his throat."I think we should give Mr. Izaya here some space after what he just went through. Then we can discuss where to go from here." They began to leave, except for Mikado.

Izaya was still breathing rapidly.

Mikado didn't know what to do. He wanted to help Izaya, but he still didn't trust him."Um, M-Mr. Izaya- Kun?" Mikado walked over to Izaya, but Izaya turned away from him on the bed.

Izaya was still shaking. Mikado stopped. What should he do? Mikado felt a small hand on his shoulder and turned to see Clary giving him a small smile.

"Come on, Mikado. Let's give him some space for now. He just went through a lot, but he's going to be alright. You can talk to him later."

Mikado sighed and allowed Clary to lead him out of the room, closing the door behind him. Izaya squeezed the back of his head with his pillow.

Now that everyone had left the room, he allowed himself to completely let go and cried hysterically. He wasn't even sure why he was crying. The painfulness of experiencing that magic? Seeing what his mother had gone through? Who his father really was? The confirmation that his parents really weren't who he thought they were? It was all just too much for him. He reflected back to those memories, and thought how he resembled more of his monstrous father than his mother.

He hated it. It explained a lot about why he was the way he was. How could he have not ended up like a monster? He'd always known something was off. Something didn't feel right. He knew he was different. He really wasn't human, but the thing was that's all he ever wanted to be. He tried to convince himself he was okay not feeling human, by brainwashing girls to worship him, but deep down he knew he wanted to be human.

He secretly wanted to connect with people. He messed with people to gain a sense of control, since he couldn't control how he felt about himself, and to try to feel sympathy. That was why he hated Shizuo so much.

Physically Shizuo was less human than Izaya, with his supernatural strength. Yet, he was able to connect with people and make friends easier than Izaya was. So Izaya had convinced himself that Shizuo was a monster, and he felt that by defeating a monster he would be more human. His feelings towards Shizuo were never about Shizuo. They were always about his own problems. Even though he was aware of this now, he still didn't feel any remorse for how he was with Shizuo.

The feeling Izaya was feeling in this moment reminded him of his last battle with Shizuo. He was lying on the ground, probably near death from Shizuo's beatings. Yet, he had brought this on himself. He had wanted to die. At the time, he had thought it was from stubbornness at wanting to defeat Shizuo in some way even if it meant he were to die and Shizuo were to go down from murder charges.

Now looking back though, Izaya realized that feeling of wanting to die was much more than that. It had always been much more than that. He realized that now. What was he supposed to do now? He didn't know anything anymore. Why would his parents never tell him he was adopted? They couldn't have known what he really was, so there shouldn't have been any harm in doing so. Then again, his parents weren't much of parents to begin with.

Izaya couldn't remember the last time he had thought so much. He usually focused his thoughts on how to manipulate and never thought to reflect on why. Perhaps this was why. He knew how fragile he really was. Dangit that perverted underground doctor had been right all along and Izaya didn't realize it.

Maybe he should have treated his only true friend better, if Shinra even thought of him that way anymore. He would have to contact him sometime, but not now. There's too much crap going on at the moment. He really would have to rely on these shadow hunters now.

For someone who was so used to relying on himself for everything, this would be a great difficulty for him. He definitely had to reevaluate his life and the way he conducted things. Everything was going to change now. He hated it, but there was nothing he could do about it. He also hated that. Maybe he should be real with himself.

Izaya's phone chimed. He looked down at it.

Namie

Hey loser, before you took off to another country of whatever you didn't tell me whether you would still be paying me while you were gone. You better be, because you know I can always quit. Who else would be able to put up with you?

Izaya sighed.

Of course I didn't forget about your pay. You'll receive it electronically soon. In fact, I'll start this month for you with a little bit extra since you so kindly reminded me that no one else could put up with me. Oh, and while you're at it, could you let me know how my sisters are doing? Of course, don't let them know that I'm asking or you won't receive that little bonus. See you when I get back! ;-) 3

Izaya flopped his phone onto the dresser. He sunk back into his bed and was relieved to feel that sleep was finally taking him under.

A/N: I hope I didn't make Izaya too OOC here. Then again, I feel like even Izaya would freak out a little bit learning that everything he thought he knew wasn't what he thought it was.