Yes, contrary to popular belief, I'm Still Alive. (Any of you make Portal refrences, you're dead. I do NOT need that song stuck in my head again...)And I know I promised one of my readers a jealous Izaya, but I didn't have that oneshot finished yet. I have part of it written, though! And I'll try my hardest to get it in the next group that goes up! *begging forgiveness*

Only 2 this time around, cause I've been typing between math problems and other homework.
School. Bleh.

Well, the usual disclaimers, and here's the fic:


A Surprise Visit


Izaya took his cell phone out of his pocket as he heard it ring. Checking the number, he held it up to his ear with a smile.

"What is it this time, Namie?"

"Hehehehehe! He thinks that I'm you, Namie-san!"

Izaya blanched as he recognized the voice.

"Good bye, Mairu."

"Hey, wait a second Nee-san-!"

Izaya disconnected the call.

The younger Orihara sisters had found his apartment.

His phone rang again a minute later, from the same number, and he disconnected the call.

Cringing, Izaya tried to think up a plan on how to get rid of them as he began heading home.

The phone rang a third time, and Izaya picked it up long enough to say 'stop calling' then disconnected it before his sister could finish her speech.

The phone rang a fourth time, and he answered, but before he could threaten his younger sister, she interjected quickly.

"We have your girlfriend."

Izaya froze.

"What?"

"We have your girlfriend." his sister repeated, and he could hear the grin in her voice.

"I'm NOT his girlfriend!" a voice protested in the background.

Could that be...Namie...?

"Can I speak to her?" he asked carefully. Who knew what the Orihara twins were doing to his secretary...

"Oh, I guess it's okay. Just for a second, though."

A rather insane laugh from his sister as the phone was handed to Namie.

"Izaya! Izaya, what the hell is going on? Who are these two?" Namie's voice took over the phone a second later.

Rubbing his temples with his fingertips, he groaned softly.

"The two little rats are my younger sisters. Twins. Mairu and Kururi."

"Well what the hell are they doing here? You never told me they were coming! In fact, you didn't even tell me you had sisters!"

"Yes, Namie, I know, I'm sorry. I had no idea they were going to show up on my doorstep this morning..."

"Well it would have been nice of you to let me know ahead of-HEY! Give that back!"

"Namie?" he asked.

There was nothing but noise for a second, then Mairu's voice took back over.

"If you want her back, you're going to have to come here and face us." She taunted, hanging up the phone before Izaya could reply.

Snarling a few curses, Izaya stuffed his cell phone back in his pocket and began running back toward his apartment.

Those two were so dead when he got his hands on them...!


Namie returned the blank stares that the two girls were giving her.

So these were Izaya's sisters?

She had expected something a bit...well...scarier.

These two were almost cute.

One of them glanced around the apartment, her attention unable to rest on her 'prisoner' for more than a few minutes.

The other one continued to stare at her. That was, until the girl's stomach growled.

Both twins turned to look at the stomach of the girl in the gym suit in surprise.

Namie couldn't suppress a smile.

"Are you two hungry?"

They looked up at her, their gaze reminding her of two stray kittens.

"I'm pretty sure that I bough a roll of instant cookie dough..."

Their eyes lit up, at this, and Namie could no longer hide her smile.

She stood, leading the two girls toward the kitchen.

"Let's go make them now."

This might be fun.

Besides, she had always wanted sisters.


Izaya dodged from one bush to another, keeping out of view of the windows in his apartment.

Upon nearing the building, he slipped inside, making his way cautiously through the halls to his door. Pressing his ear to the wood, he heard someone walking around, but they were upstairs.

Taking out his pocket knife, just in case, Izaya quickly opened the door and slipped inside, hiding in the coat closet as he tried to locate the twins.

The main room was deserted, though.

Edging out of the closet, the information broker sneaked over to one of his bookshelves and pressed himself into the corner, between the shelf and the space that he kept covered by a dust-shielding curtain.

The material was worn in one patch, and hiding behind it, Izaya could vaguely see what was going on in the living room.

Now where were those little monsters...?

Faint voices from upstairs caught his attention, and he tensed as he picked out the words 'hiding downstairs'. This was promptly followed by two sets of footsteps descending to the first floor.

How were they already onto him so quickly? Had they set up surveillance cameras? He hadn't seen any on the way in...and he hadn't make enough noise for a listening-in device...

Maybe they'd rigged the door, and could tell when it opened or closed, or maybe they'd bribed someone to hide outside and watch for him to let them know...

His thoughts were cut short, though, as the two reached the bottom of the stairs and began to approach his location.

Izaya held his breath as the two searched the living room.

They continued for another minute, almost finding him, but then they walked to the center of the room together.

"Alright, come out." Mairu called.

He allowed himself a smirk. Did they really think they would get him so easily?

But it was the next sentence that confused Izaya.

"We give up."

Izaya blinked for a second.

They give up?

To his surprise, though, Namie emerged from the other room, dusting off her skirt.

"Namie-san!" the twins cried, both running over to the scientist.

"Where were you hiding? We couldn't find you!"

Namie smiled at the two, and Izaya felt a twinge of jealousy. She never looked that happy when she was talking to him...

"Yeah, but if I tell you where I hid, I won't be able to hide there anymore, will I?"

The twins' eyes widened a bit, then they grinned.

"Namie-san is so smart!"

"Alright, my turn to count this time. Go hide!" Namie grinned.

As the scientist turned to face the wall, covering her eyes with her hands and beginning to count, and the twins scampered off to hide, Izaya felt the strong urge to slam his palm into his forehead.

Namie was playing hide-and-seek with them.

As soon as the dreaded younger Orihara children were out of the room, Izaya crept from his hiding place, sneaking up behind Namie.

"Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty! Ready or not, here I co-"

Izaya clapped a hand over Namie's mouth to stop her from crying out in surprise as she turned to find him standing behind her.

"Izaya!" she snapped, shoving his hand away, "Don't scare me like that! And it's about time you got back here! Your sisters have been waiting for you! Hey, girls-"

Izaya again covered her mouth.

"Don't call them in here!" he hissed, but it was too late, and a second later the aforementioned girls flounced into the room.

"Did you call us Namie-san?" Kururi asked.

Then they saw him.

"IZAYA!"

Before he could even run, they had tackled him to the ground.

He could hear Namie's laughter as he tried to shove them off.

"Why don't I give you two some time alone with your brother?" she smiled, turning to leave the room, "I'll be back with groceries for dinner in a couple hours."

"No! Namie! Wait! Come back! Don't leave me alone with them! Are you listening to me? Namie! I'll dock your pay...!" Izaya yelled after her.

The rest of his rant was lost as Namie closed the door behind her and his two sisters dragged him across the room.


Namie returned a few hours later to check on the Orihara siblings, only to find Izaya bound, gagged, and tied to a chair, with one of his sisters painting his toenails and the other applying makeup to his face.

"Hello, Namie-san!" the girls chorused.

Trying to hide her grin, Namie approached.

Izaya's eyes locked onto hers with an expression that seemed to say 'you left me with these two, I'm going to make you pay when I get free'.

Slowly picking up a hair ribbon from the table, she turned back to Izaya.

The information broker's eyes widened sharply, the expression in them now switching to 'you wouldn't dare'.

Smiling, she began gathering Izaya's dark, floppy hair into a ponytail, tying the ribbon around it.

"So, girls, how has your day been?" she asked, ignoring the muffled protests coming from Izaya and reaching for a second ribbon.

"We've had lots of fun playing with Izaya-nee." Kururi mewed, dusting more blush onto the information-broker's cheeks.

"Glad to hear that. You make a very good doll, Izaya. You know that?" she asked the information broker, not expecting a response, as she tied a second ponytail in his hair.

"So where are you girls staying?"

Mairu looked up from her pink nail polish.

"We found a nice alleyway nearby, and there are lots of cardboard boxes there to hide from the rain in..."

Namie couldn't hide her surprise.

"You're staying in an alley?"

"Well, we couldn't find Izaya-nee's apartment...he'd changed the location again..."

Shaking her head in annoyance at Izaya, she stood.

"Well, you two can stay here tonight."

Izaya's muffled cry of horror could be heard through the duct tape, but Namie ignored it.

"I'll go make up a bed for the two of you, then I'll start dinner. Okay?"

"Thank you, Namie-Onee-Chan!" the girls chorused with big smiles.

Izaya rolled his eyes.


"Good night." Namie called softly, closing over the door.

Two soft voices chimed 'good night' back.

Clicking the door shut, she walked down the hall to Izaya's room- the less presentable of the two.

"Are the two little rats asleep?" Izaya asked from the bathroom, trying to wash the makeup off his face.

"Yes." Namie smiled. "They're so sweet."

"They're not sweet, they're psychopathic." Izaya spat, drying his face off and sitting down hard on the bed next to Namie before trying to fish one of the pink ribbons from his hair.

After struggling for a few seconds, he leaned over to Namie, pointing at his head in disgust.

"Get it out."

Namie allowed Izaya to rest his head in her lap as she untangled all the bows she'd put in his hair. "Remind me again why they had to stay here?"

"They're your sisters, Izaya. Besides, they have no where else to go."

"That's no excuse." he snapped.

There was a slight pause.

"It didn't stop you from letting me stay..." Namie said softly.

Izaya turned his head, looking up at her.

"But you're different."

"Not really." she said quietly, getting to her feet as Izaya sat up.

The information broker watched her quietly for a minute, then stood as well.

Namie looked up in surprise as Izaya wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Yes really, there is a big difference. You usually listen to what I tell you, you only try to kill me every other day, and you at least helped take off half of this wretched stuff that you dressed me up in."

She let him hold her for another second or two, then slipped from his arms, walking over to the closet and digging out a spare quilt.

"Namie? What are you doing?"

"You can sleep on the couch." she said, walking out into the hall and setting the folded blanket at the top of the stairs for him.

"Oh, no! Don't you even think that after all you put me through today that you're making me sleep on the couch!"

"Well, I'm not sleeping on the couch..."

"Then share a bed with me. I don't care. But you aren't depriving me of any comfort after allowing those two little demons into my house..."

With a long-suffering sigh, Namie followed Izaya back to his bedroom.

"You are such a child..."


Flashback (That's Backflash for you, Tohru...)


15-year-old Namie made her way quietly through the halls of the high school.

One of the upperclassmen bumped into her on their way by, but she didn't react.

After spending most of her life at home with no one for company but Seiji, she had become quite introverted, and preferred not to draw attention to herself.

Nameless faces passed, none of them mattering enough to her to draw any attention.

With a sigh, she stepped through the door to the outside, glancing up at the sky as her classmates chatted noisily around her.

School was finally out, and she could finally return to her quiet home to be with her precious brother, Seiji.

But as she rounded the corner of the building, something, or rather, someone, slammed into her.

Namie was knocked over, the notebooks she held scattered across the grass.

"Aah! Sorry!" a young man's voice said quickly.

Rubbing her forehead and wincing in pain, Namie glanced up into the red-brown eyes of the upperclassman who had spoken.

He was looking down at her with a mix of concern and amusement.

"You okay?"

Namie nodded, gathering her spirals and trying not to look at him.

Now she would be late getting home...

Her eyes widened sharply in surprise as the boy who had run into her handed her one of the notebooks. "Here you go."

She hesitated for a second, then took the journal from him.

"You're pretty shy, huh?" the boy chuckled.

Namie tried to ignore him.

"So what's your name?"

She pretended that she didn't hear him, but he leaned so that she was pinned between the wall and his body.

Seeing as he wasn't going to leave till he got an answer, Namie decided to reply.

"N-Namie Yagiri..."she managed quietly.

The boy smiled warmly, offering a hand.

"I'll remember that. My name's-"

There was a sudden, loud crash, and they both looked up sharply to see a trash can slam into the brick wall a few feet away.

"And that's my cue to scram. Sorry, cutie. Gotta run." the dark-haired boy grinned, pulling her to her feet and giving her cheek a quick peck before disappearing around the corner.

Namie could only stare in shock, leaning back against the wall for support.

Who the hell was that?

A blonde man rounded the corner a second later, only just barely able to keep from running into her as well.

"Where'd that flea go? Did you see?" he demanded.

Eyes wide with shock at the sudden attention she seemed to be receiving from everyone, she simply pointed after the dark-haired man.

Nodding his thanks, the blonde man ran off.

Clutching her books tightly against her chest, Namie fled the school grounds before anyone else could find her.

"Woah, careful there!" Izaya said, grabbing Namie before she fell as the two rounded a corner and ran into each other.

The papers she held were scattered across the ground, and Namie dropped to her knees, trying to pick them all up.

Getting a serious case of Deja Vu, though not quite sure why, she looked up into a pair of red-brown eyes that watched her with concern and a mild amusement.

She ignored the information broker as best she could, trying to gather her papers back together.

"Hey, don't get mad, it was an accident, Namie. I didn't see you standing there..."

Continuing to pretend that she couldn't hear him, Namie looked around for the remainder of her papers, and was surprised to find Izaya holding them out to her.

"Here's the rest."

She took them hesitantly and began to get to her feet, but Izaya leaned close, pinning her back against the wall.

"Na~mie, you're ignoring me again..."

She was about to deliver a sharp reply, but was interrupted by a vending machine flying past.

CRASH!

"Drat! Shizzy-chan found me." Izaya muttered with a grin, pulling Namie to her feet, "I'll see you tonight, Namie."

The information broker planted a firm kiss on her lips before darting off.

The scientist leaned back against the wall, glaring after him and mentally debating if putting dish detergent in his food would be a fitting punishment.

"Hey!"

She looked up sharply as Shizuo stalked over, a street sign in his hand, and suddenly knew exactly how she would get even.

"Have you seen-"

"He went that way. Probably hiding behind the dumpster outside of the apartment complex, but if not, check the park down the street." she replied, not even waiting for him to ask.

The blonde man seemed a bit surprised, but then grinned at her.

"Thanks."

Namie watched him run down the street after Izaya, smirking to herself, before heading back to their apartment, deep in thought.

She still couldn't figure out why this whole situation seemed so familiar...


He-he-he! I'm so evil! ^^
Admittedly, I haven't read much of the novels, so I don't entirely know what Izaya's sisters are like, but I made my best guess! So please forgive me if they are totally out of character!

Well, as promised, I got the chapter up by the end of the month. (Cutting it a bit close, but whatever.)
I probably won't get time to update regularly till winter break, so look for next post around late September/early October.

Until then, I bid you good night.
ZZZZZZzzzzzzzz...