AN: It's been a while. Sorry about that. Surprise! This story's still continuing. For now, at least.

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"We can't keep on waiting for them to make a move. It's been over three weeks since anything has happened. We've waited long enough for the Orihara to respond. Clearly they do not plan on doing so, and even if they are; if it's taken them this long to prepare, how are we going to defend ourselves when we've done nothing but wait the last few weeks?"

Reito sighed, as if he couldn't possibly fathom the stupidity of his fellow commander.

"Well," Touya said, clearly annoyed by the green-haired commander's responses so far. "What's your brilliant plan then? Stand around till we get our asses handed to us?"

"Touya-san, Reito," Tetsuya hissed softly. "Not in front of Tsugaru-sama."

The Third Division Commander made no sign that he had heard the silver-eyed man. "Orihara likes mind games. Even at this moment, he's probably guessing everything that we're doing; including the fact that you're pissing yourself trying to walk into a trap that he's most likely already created. We're getting impatient, and he's going to use that to his advantage in anyway he can. You're just feeding his plans."

Touya slammed his fist down on the wooden table, shaking all the contents on it. "There have been Orihara men sighted in all four directions of our base! Men are dying by the minute trying to defend this place, and all you want to do is watch?! They're preparing to put us under siege, and that's all you want to do? Wait?"

"If they wanted a war, they would have started one already," the jade-haired man hissed, his golden eyes glittering dangerously.

Tetsuya shuffled in his seat nervously, as the First and Third commanders looked ready to lunge at each other's throats. He looked across the table to see their Head, Tsugaru, sitting with a blank expression on his face, paying little attention to the atmosphere as he went through the three proposals each commander had prepared.

The silence was deafening. The Second commander felt as if the pressure was crawling up his neck, ready to choke him.

The black-haired commander slouched back into his seat, no longer interested in the glare he was receiving. "Tsugaru-sama," he said, fatigue thick in his voice. "What should we do?"

Tsugaru just fiddled with the papers in front of him, continuing to ponder in silence.

In all honesty, the blonde didn't know what to do. None of his commanders could agree on one thing, and they all seemed to be right. Nearly a month had passed; and with Orihara members on all four sides, it would turn into a siege if they were closed in upon. However, Izaya did like to play mind games, and he was a patient one. It didn't matter how long it took to get what he wanted; he would wait. But was it right to just continue waiting? Or should they risk running into a trap?

"... What about the captive?" Tsugaru asked softly.

All three commanders started, surprised at the sudden reminder.

"That's right... I nearly forgot," Touya said, rustling his raven locks. "We could use him."

Reito still frowned, but looked less threatening with a new factor added to the game. "It's hard to know where the Orihara's stand with him. If you think about it; they're not doing anything because he doesn't matter, or because they're scared he'll be injured if they make a bad move. With this much time past, it could be either or."

"But he is a family member," Tetsuya insisted. "A direct descendant. They will want him back because of that."

"He's blind," the emerald-haired man pointed out, his golden-eyes turning lazy once more. "And the Head of the Orihara is still young enough to marry and have an heir. What use do you have for a blind descendant, who can't even see the battlefield?"

Tetsuya looked at his old friend in dismay. "Would you leave your brother to die in the enemy's hands just because he's blind?"

"No," Reito said, frowning again. "But this is Orihara Izaya we're talking about."

Touya shook his head, "I still have a hard time believing anyone would be so cold towards their own family."

The emerald-haired man just shrugged.

"Well," Tsugaru said slowly, thoughts processing in his mind. "Since we have a new factor that we didn't consider before, we'll end today's meeting here and prepare revised plans for the next meeting. Till then, nothing changes."

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Tsugaru was sitting in his room, smoking his kiseru when he heard a quiet knock.

"... Come in," he said, not moving his eyes away from the scene his balcony provided. It was still the middle of the day, and the sunlight felt too painfully bright for his eyes, but he kept observing the outside world regardless.

"The atmosphere around you has changed," said a voice, flat and seemingly unimpressed.

The blonde did not have to look to know that Reito was leaning in his doorway, with his usual bored expression decorating his face. Tsugaru barely processed what his companion had said, taking a minute to actually make sense of the words.

"... How so?" he asked, unable to agree. He removed the kiseru from his lips and closed his eyes, relaxing in the light breeze that ruffled his golden strands.

"You seem more..." Reito paused, searching for the right word. "Relaxed."

This time, Tsugaru turned to look at his companion, surprised. "Did I seem unsettled before?"

"Not exactly. It's not your actions necessarily; it's your atmosphere. You used to be very sharp, but it seems to have mellowed out a little."

Without offering an answer, the young Heiwajima's leader turned his view towards the outside world once again. He could not give an explanation to his old friend, for he did not have one for himself; but he did not miss the soft song replaying in his head, the one voiced by the melodious singer he had been hearing during early dawn for weeks.

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"Tsukiyo!" Psyche greeted as soon as the blonde came through the door, immediately looking much brighter than he had been before.

"Hello, Psyche," Tsugaru greeted softly, carefully walking towards the chained man. He sat down.

"It's been a while since you've been here," the raven said, still cheerful but with a hint of sadness coating his voice this time. "I guess you've been busy?"

"... Ah... Yes. Sorry. There's been things going on with the clan that I had to settle," Tsugaru answered, feeling a tug at his heart when he heard the slight dismay. He wondered why.

"Oh," Psyche said, tilting his head slightly, with a thoughtful expression on his face, pursing his slips which quickly spread into a smile. "But if you're here then, it means that all of your problems have been settled, right? That's a good thing!"

Tsugaru felt a warmth spread inside himself when he heard the raven being happy for him, which he could not understand. Psyche had began causing many different things to stir up inside Tsugaru, and it bothered him that he didn't know why.

It's because he's a disturbance.

Ignoring the conclusion that was starting to settle in Tsugaru's head, he continued the conversation. "Ah... not quite. I just came today to check in on you."

At his reply, Psyche's eyes grew wide with surprise, the rose orbs highlighted by the moonlight shining through the barred window. Many thoughts seemed to run through his head as he pondered through his situation.

When the raven seemed to struggle with the battle in his mind, Tsugaru thought of something his commanders had mentioned this morning.

"... Your brother must be quite worried about you," he said softly, starting to tend to Psyche's wounds as he now regularly did when he visited.

Psyche no longer flinched at the ice-cold touch of the blonde, and snapped out of his reverie. "My brother...? Ah... You mean Iza-nii."

"Yes," Tsugaru replied a little preoccupied, keeping his ocean-blue eyes focused on the cuts and trails of blood on Psyche's skin.

"Well... I'm not sure about Iza-nii actually," Psyche said sheepishly, laughing slightly at the end. "Roppi-nii would be, but Iza-nii... Iza-nii's always been a little... strange."

The blonde paused his action for a bit, caught by surprise, before resuming. "Roppi-nii?"

"Yes! Ah... I guess you wouldn't know about Roppi-nii. Hachimenroppi-nii. He doesn't really make himself public."

The Orihara's have another descendant? "You have two older brothers? But Izaya leads the clan... So what does... Hachimenroppi do?"

"He's in charge of all weaponry! He takes care of the whole East building by himself," Psyche said proudly, illuminating the dark prison cell with his bright expression. "Someday, I hope I will be able to help Iza-nii just like Roppi-nii!"

Another Orihara descendant. Hachimenroppi. Weaponry. East building. Tsugaru made a mental note in his head as he pondered over his response to Psyche. He couldn't offer him well; they were enemies. But he couldn't exactly offer him misfortune either. After making a sound of acknowledgment, the blonde silently continued to tend to the last of Psyche's wounds. When he was done, he stood up, ready to leave.

"Ah!" the raven exclaimed. "Wait!"

The blonde stopped in mid-turn, surprised by the tug he felt on his yukata. He turned around, and slowly crouched down in front of the blind man. Psyche looked down nervously, feeling the blonde's presence close to him. "I... I have a small favor to ask you, if it's alright with you."

"... I can't promise I can grant it. But what is it?"

The raven fidgeted, soft, slim fingers toying with each other as their owner mustered up the courage to speak out what was on his mind. Even in nervousness, Psyche still glowed with breathtaking beauty like a delicate, rare flower, capturing Tsugaru's attention.

"... May I... touch your face...?"

A silence stretched on as Tsugaru was still, dumbfounded by the unexpected request. He wasn't sure what kind of favor Psyche would ask for in the first place, but this was definitely a surprise.

"I'm sorry!" Psyche said immediately, cheeks beginning to shade into a red hue as he grew flustered. "It's just... It's just that... Well... I-I can't see, as you know, so... the only way I can picture anyone's face is um... if I feel their features. I just... I just wanted to know what you looked like... I'm sorry..." The raven buried his face in his hands, clearly embarrassed. "Please ignore what I just said—"

"...?" Psyche stopped abruptly and looked up towards the presence he felt near him, when he felt a cold touch encircling his wrists.

The raven's hands were just as soft as when Tsugaru had first touched them. Slowly, slowly, as if the night was eternal, the blonde guided the slim hands onto his cheeks. He let go of Psyche's wrist just as the tips of his fingers brushed his skin. His clear eyes trailed over the smaller man's face, watching as Psyche blinked and understood what he was feeling. Softly, the warm fingers traveled delicately across Tsugaru's face; holding his cheeks, tracing the bridge of his nose, sweeping his forehead, outlining his eyes, and lastly following his lips. The rose-colored orbs followed the movement, unable to see the ocean gaze that never left his face.

Neither of them realized that they were holding their breaths as Psyche rested his hands on Tsugaru's cheeks once more, where his fingers had started off. The raven slowly gazed up, tilting his head and matching his eyes with the blonde's, as if he could see. Ocean met rose, as the two men held each other's gaze in silence.

He's a disturbance.

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R&R!