Shizuo and Izaya on future development plans. Shizuo: Holy—! Rei-san, what kind of psycho do you think I am? Izaya: Come on, get a grip. She's just assigning a character— Shizuo: Shut up, you flea! You're just cool since your characterization is as psychotic as you really are. Izaya: Bitch please, she's not even close! Rei: Right. Shizuo: …FUCK YOU! Izaya: Oh, my. Not right now! We're in a middle of a show, pervert~

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara and Another. Not a crossover. Other references are also used but fanfics of other authors are not included.

Warnings: Violence, gore and other horrible stuffs. Smut and sexy scenes will also be provided. Not all are incorporated in every chapter. OOC.

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Shizuo Heiwajima, a junior at Raira Academy, finally deludes himself into thinking that he has never lost someone so important because of Kanra Nakura. However, he then becomes vicious towards her after two weeks… threatening her to just stop whatever she plans for she might end up… not good.

Kasuka Heiwajima, a young actor by the screen name Yuuhei Hanejima, decides to talk with the same creature that bit his arm… since he is somewhat sure of a deadly premonition. And after minutes of playing a monologue, he finally hears the beast speak… saying that Shizuo will die.

Kanra Nakura, a junior at Raira Academy, seems to feel that their roles are starting to reverse— with Shizuo suddenly showing intentions of hurting her and threatening her about her plans that he has yet to witness. Now that she doesn't have any other choice, she finally snaps signal for the show time.

And along those lines of 'Izaya has never died', what could have made Shizuo drag himself back to reality?

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A creature of both day and night… messing up with the bounds of a human's pure love…

It is the first Sunday that Shizuo gets to live with Kanra Nakura involved in his daily life. He is usually up early every Sunday to prepare breakfast especially now that Kasuka's home. He has been always home after that biting incident— the director knowing that Yuuhei Hanejima cannot do stunts with an arm like that.

Along those lines, Shizuo seems to be finally feeling true bliss almost after ten years… now that he seems to have a day to really like living. He has 'Izaya' by his side and Kasuka is always home. He can care less about Shinra and the ribcage-opening murders… they don't really bother him anyway. He also wants to forget about the zombie thing that day… or maybe Celty and Shinra are right. Shizuo just decides to leave them be…

"Good morning, Shizuo-kun. You're up early today!" Namiko gets to the kitchen and then he grins like an excited child, "Good morning. Breakfast, Kaa-san, breakfast. Yeah, what time did Kasuka get home yesterday?" Namiko then hits him for no reason at all… just a sign of having something intriguing to say, "…Past three." The blond almost pops his eyes out and exclaims, "What? Where did he go anyway?"

"To GF or not to GF! That… is the question." His mother makes a terrible imitation of the famous Shakespeare line… making Shizuo do a forced grin. She then sighs and helps Shizuo in the plate preparation, "But as much as I know Ruri-san is confined somewhere in Shinjuku where she broke her leg during a stunt." Namiko pouts in contemplation, "…He must have visited someone else…" When she suddenly yells, "Or went to a bar!"

"Kaa-san…?" They both turn to the drowsy Kasuka by the door— holding a comb to fix the morning hair, "What are you talking about?" Namiko chuckles in a 'just kidding' manner and then Shizuo smiles as he places the omelets at the table, "Why don't you deal with your hair first and then we eat breakfast?" The younger one nods and then the mother assembles the plates, "Oh, you really seem to be in a good mood, Shizuo-kun. Hm~ did something happen yesterday?"

"…Ah, somehow." He then looks at his mother and he says, "Ah, yeah, Kaa-san. I won't go next month… I don't think it'll be better for Kyoko-sama if I do." The two other Heiwajimas stop at their tracks… but then Namiko nods, "Okay… I'll tell her. Oh, yes. Do you mind running an errand for me later? I did forget to buy something yesterday." "Sure thing, Kaa-san."

Shizuo then runs the errand around the time groceries will be opened. Even if Raira District is solely for rich people, there are still commoners so there are still convenience and grocery stores spread in the district. The blond is already going to the shop where his mom asked him to go… only to get intercepted by someone along the way, "Shizuo-kun!"

The blond turns to a direction and a blonde woman with big boobs jumps at him, "Shizuo-kun!" "…! Emillia-sama?!"

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Rei Haruno —Sakura no Imooto

Chapter 7: Must Be Perfect at Curves

"I'm so sorry to be disturbing you in this kind of hour." Emillia enjoys her cup of coffee that Shizuo is forced to treat her with— as they talk inside the almost empty cafe. The blond then asks as she makes a very satisfying sound after taking a sip, "Uhm, what do you want to talk about, Emillia-sama?" The beautiful American smiles brightly at him… only to have it fall down as she hangs her head with a bitter smile, "It's about Kyoko-san…"

"…About the fifth anniversary?" "Nope, more than that." Emillia then whispers at him, "Shinra did tell me that talking to her would be bad for your heart… but don't you think she needs to talk to you, too?" Shizuo tilts his head to the side as if not getting what she wants to say. The blonde then chuckles and then swirls a finger around her temple, "I think she's going crazy… talking about looking for Izaya-kun inside their mansion."

Shizuo twitches at the thing and a wild strange dread crawls down his body, "R-Really?"

Emillia then sighs and plays with the spoon, "It just started a week ago. She is talking like… 'I feel him somewhere in the house. I just don't know where… but he's right there.' Truth be told, I really think she's helpless…" Then she eyes at the gold eyes… "She really did feel she lost her baby ever since the Yagiris came around. Then she forced Shirou-san to have kids with her again. But even though Mairu-chan and Kururi-chan are already there… Izaya-kun is still her baby."

"…" Emillia then smiles at the weird silence Shizuo is giving her… "Want to talk to her? Aside from you, she's the next most broken after Izaya-kun died in that explosion. Seriously, an explosion at just one entire hotel floor?" Shizuo then gets up from his seat and then Emillia follows suit…

"I know exactly where she is."

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It is in a yacht by the Raira Private Harbor… where amazing lonely winds of solitude seems to be blowing. The yacht is still docked by the harbor and then Emillia yells out for Kyoko, "Kyoko-san! Are you still there?" Then steps are heard from the inside… the small door reveals a beautiful woman that seems to be around Namiko's age. She then smiles at the blonde man…

"Shizuo." "Kyoko-sama…"

They are invited inside and they sit by the deck… Emillia stays by the couch at the deck while Kyoko and Shizuo are sitting at the open edge— their legs dangling over the water. A generous silence are conquering them… up until Kyoko decides to talk, "…Will I see you in the gathering? I'm still scared of what I have to say about the past five years. It's just considerably…"

"Lonely." They whisper in unison and then the woman clasps her hands in anticipation, "You'll be there, right?" The blonde man cannot help but to smile weakly at her… telling her a 'no' instead. She twitches and then she shrinks in… "Everyone else tells me to move on and accept that my son is already dead. Have you accepted it yourself, Shizuo?"

"…Y-Yes…" A terrible lie. She knows it is.

"To be honest, I had already." Kyoko breathes in some fresh air… and then sighs, "Until a week ago." She then squeezes herself with her arms, "I suddenly felt Izaya's presence all over the house. I don't know where it comes from but… I'm positive it is Izaya. My Yan-Yan seems to be…" She then holds Shizuo's hand and she places it next to her cheek, "…Have you been feeling him around, too?"

Shizuo twitches. "Because the only person he would be missing is you, Shizuo." The blonde man just comes up with a smirk and then he says, without bothering to take back his hand, "…Why would he visit me for? Isn't he 'up there' with Na—" "No."

Kyoko stares deeply in his eyes and then she continues her protest, "What made you think she's more important than you?"

"…!" "Is there something that Izaya did to her that he didn't do to you?" "Kyoko—" "Shizuo. If Izaya was happy with her alone…"

The blond turns away. "He would have left you completely."

Another round of silence conquers them as Emillia enjoys watching from afar with a cup of coffee. The mother brings down his hand but she continues to squeeze it, "Izaya… he doesn't talk about other people save for you. To be honest, we completely know most things about you even though you don't talk too much to us. Izaya is sure a lot talkative when the topic shifts to you. He really looks excited about talking how 'cute' you are. Ah, that cute grin he's making… and that blush reddening his face…" She then murmurs darkly, "But days before the accident, Izaya seems to be very worried about you. I don't know why but he is always troubling himself with your… coldness…"

"Stop it."

"…He said you are acting weird and you suddenly stepped away from him. He was really wondering if he has—" "I said stop!"

Kyoko and Emillia stare at the blond after the disrespectful growling. Shizuo knows he has been impolite but he can't just say sorry. He snatches back his hand and walks out of the yacht without making any noise at all. Kyoko and Emillia follow him with their gaze and then Kyoko turns back to the sea when Shizuo disappears out of her sight…

"My Yan-Yan is so stupid, isn't he? He wasn't well aware that he was the one growing cold. He didn't even notice that Shizuo is getting very jealous of Yagiri-san… or maybe Shizuo doesn't want it to show at all?"

"…Why do you have to bring that up like you don't know that? Did you somehow purposely make him feel bad about— wait, why did he get mad anyway?"

"…Emillia-san, do you know what my private investigators found out?" "Huh?" Emillia twitches at the random question… a strange dark aura coloring the clear morning atmosphere around Kyoko. "…What did they find out?" "It wasn't an accident…" "…!"

"…Someone purposely started a fire and blew up the gas tank in the room…" Her eyes narrow. "In Izaya's room."

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"Oh, Shizuo-kun, welcome—" Namiko tries to greet her eldest but he just practically storms inside the house and runs back to his room. Kasuka who is at the lounge sees the sudden scene… as well as those tears welling up in those gold eyes. Namiko walks to Kasuka and looks at him as if asking whether he noticed something strange on his brother…

"He had this good mood earlier. What made him so mad?"

"…He's crying."

Namiko gazes at the younger one and then she wants to confirm if the young actor is serious about it. It's been years since Shizuo last cried… that's what she knew. And instead of just letting it be, the mother bits her lower lip for the matter. No, no one is ever hurting her son again. She looks at the doorway and she glares at nothing at particular…

If it makes Shizuo cry badly, then it must be about Izaya… again.

Namiko walks to the table where her phone is loitering… only to hit a combination of numbers and the dial key. The phone rings for seconds before the owner picks up and then she speaks, "…What did you do to my son?"

["…Sorry. I must have gone too far."] "Please keep your hallucinations to yourself. Shizuo-kun won't be able to take it anymore!" ["…You being so agitated makes me think he was very affected."] "…What kind of answer is that?"

["…I'm very sorry, Namiko-san. But I want to deal with this 'investigation' with your son alone. Please don't get in between."] The receiver hangs up and then Namiko nearly crushes her phone in anger…

"How many times do I have to tell you, Kyoko-sama…?" Kasuka walks in the earshot of Namiko's voice, "…Shizuo-kun… would never kill Izaya Orihara."

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Eyes kept at the ceiling, Shizuo cannot help but to not think of anything as he lies back-flat at the bed. Whatever Kyoko has told him earlier resounds again and again… and there is no stopping it. Why? Why would she suddenly bring it up on him? Why does he have to hear those words? Why just now? Why didn't Izaya tell him instead? Why does he have to hear it five years after? Why would he—?

A hand slaps his face to stop him from over-thinking. He has thought he is done thinking over things like those. He has thought Kanra will be enough to fill in the emptiness and 'guilt' inside him. But it seems that everything he did last night is pretty futile. Whatever resolve he had last night is sure futile.

"Maybe it's better if I just isolate myself from them again… then I won't be hearing their cries."

Shizuo whispers unconsciously within his room… not caring if someone could have walked in by then. He has thought his brother and his mother would just leave him alone… seeing him angry and all.

But the tears… it's the tears that count.

"What made you think she's more important than you?" What, you ask? It's simply the fact that he doesn't see me anymore. That was more than a reason… and I don't care what you think. Who are you to judge me? You weren't there when Izaya needs you…

"Old hag." He murmurs as he turns to his side… "I can't believe I cried because of her."

"…Please excuse my mother. She has this obsession of lying and making people cry." Izaya murmurs as they walk hand in hand in the Orihara mansion's garden, "I personally like talking to her… just mere talking. I don't want to listen to her."

"Isn't it bad if you don't listen to your mother?" "She basically says she doesn't want me to be getting too close to you. So yeah, I simply don't care." Izaya then stops, grabs both of Shizuo's hands and presses them against his lips— warming them with his hot breath, "I don't basically care who I listen to and who I don't listen to, Shizu-chan. But as long as I can hear your voice and feel you near, I'll be alright."

Shizuo opens his eyes in a sudden feeling.

"That's how much I love you. You know you're the world to me…"

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The door opens and closes gently… as to not alarm the family members of the madness kept within her. Kyoko walks to the drawer where multiple picture frames are present… one particular photo held with her stable hands. "Izaya…"

"…Did you get to talk to Shizuo?" A voice comes from beyond the couch and then Kyoko walks to him only to sit down beside him, "…I did. Emillia-san sure does not where to come around to find him." "Namiko wouldn't let you see each other, I take it that way." "…She called me on my way home. I think Shizuo was really showing signs of guilt." "What would you even gain from doing that, Kyoko?"

Kyoko then looks at him and she almost growls at her husband, "Shirou Orihara, do you hear the words coming out of your mouth? Haven't you noticed that we're talking about our son in here?" "…So you really wanted to convince yourself that you found Izaya's killer? As a way to comfort yourself… is it working?" "…! Anata, why do you talk to me like this?"

"…Whether Shizuo killed Izaya or not, it's not going to bring him back."

Kyoko freezes at those words. She has felt that Shirou is becoming less and less of a father that he should be. Saying that to a mother who wants justice for her 'murdered' son… it is just plain harsh. Though he has a point… he should have sugarcoated it a bit.

"And if your speculations are true, then it would make it a matter between just the two of them." "Anata?" "…You know Izaya was doing something very inhuman. He was playing with both Namie-kun and Shizuo. If ever something happens to him… like getting killed for it…" Shirou spares a glance at her, "Then consider it completely his fault."

"What?"

"…If you knew this would happen, you should have stopped him from getting too near Namie-kun instead. Stop blaming the other kid entirely for this." "But Shirou—" "You have your dysfunctions as well."

So cold like ice… or much more. It's like running ice-cold water on her fresh second-degree burns. Kyoko cannot help but to just get weakened by simply talking with her husband. The supposed heated conversation ends with a simple statement.

Dysfunctions. The Orihara family might be one of the biggest names and most influential families in both mainstream and underground businesses… but it is indeed completely dysfunctional. Shirou never thought of anything but money and influence; Kyoko was all about Izaya; Izaya rebelling and leaving them out for Shizuo; and the Orihara twins— Mairu and Kururi— have a world of their own. Aside from Kyoko's growing obsession, there has never been any concrete connection…

"If I can prove Shizuo did it… what will you do?"

"…Imprison him. Though the court might say he's just out of his mind when he did it." Shirou sighs and stretches his arms at the supporter of the couch, "Can you imagine a twelve-year-old blowing up a whole floor of a hotel… just because his beloved bestfriend is out with a girl?"

"Why aren't you involving yourself in this? This is your son that he killed. Even though we have our shortcomings and faults here… he has done the biggest mistake! Shirou, is this how you treat our children?"

"… Just let them deal with it themselves."

"…? Huh? How can a dead person deal with his murderer on his own?" She suddenly twitches in sensing a growing insult, "Are you making fun of me? Are you saying that because I have been saying I feel Izaya around the house lately? Is this how this is going?!" Kyoko starts to become furious, "Shirou! How could you make—?!"

"It's not just you, Anata." He sighs and then wraps his arms around his wife, "I can feel Izaya, too, around the days you did." She then twitches and she hugs him back… keeping herself in silence to encourage the other one to continue speaking. "But it is not from inside the house… well, it did on the first night. But it's coming from outside… somewhere far. And if he's really here… and if Shizuo has done that…" Kyoko gulps. "Let's just leave them deal with it themselves. Who knows…?"

Kyoko stares at Shirou's serious face. "He could be like… a dead person that sprung back to life."

End of Chapter 7

Thanks for reading! Please review! ^^ I really have no idea how the Orihara couple are but yeah. I think Emillia is American since Nebula is operating in the US— Shingen and Emillia must have met there. I have been misspelling her name in the earlier chaps but I have corrected it before publication.