Chapter 8 – Kings protection
Kanra groaned poking her head out from the covers and placed a hand over the alarm. The other side of the bed was empty. Izaya-nii? She yawned pulling back the covers? Why am I in my underwear? She was sure, she had gone to sleep in the blue flannel pajamas Izaya had got her. Kanra quickly made her way to the wardrobe and opened the door. It was empty. Where are my clothes?
Kanra poked her head out from the bedroom door. "Izaya-nii?" Where had he gone? "Good morning Kanra. Izaya left early this morning." Namie put her book down. "Do you want any breakfast?" Kanra groaned quietly. "No thanks." She leaned back against the door. She had work with Shizuo today, would he come and get her if she was late? Wasn't Izaya supposed to be helping her? As she walked back to the bed, she heard something crunch underneath her foot. Izaya-nii. She sighed picking up the broken pieces of her phone.
"She's late." Shizuo lit up a cigarette. Should he go and get her? "Shizu-chan." Stay calm. He caught sight of the familiar jacket. "Shizu-chan are you ignoring me?" Don't get mad. "What do you want flea?" Watch your temper. "Are you waiting for Kanra?" This was the longest they had spoken in ages. It was uncomfortable. "Did you do something?" Don't use violence. Izaya smirked. "Why would I hurt my sister? She's at home I'll." Did Shizu-chan look disappointed? "Fine. Stay out of Ikebukuro flea." His words didn't hold any anger. The debt collector turned his back on the informant. Ne, Shizu-chan are you really not going to chase me anymore? It looked like the monster had finally evolved.
What was Izaya thinking, leaving her like that? Kanra, shivered, as she ran. She could either stay in bed all day or try fitting into her brother's clothes. Since she didn't have a phone, she was worried Shizuo would turn up and that would have been awkward. Since Izaya had taken his jacket, she didn't have one. The black shirt she had picked was too big, the trousers were held tight on the last buckle hole and the shoes barely fit her. She cursed ever agreeing to be his sister.
"S-Shizuo-san. Sorry I'm late." Kanra leaned over, hands on her knees. "Why are you here? The flea said you were sick." He didn't say anything about what she was wearing. When it came to Izaya, nothing surprised him. Kanra's face was red and she was out of breath. "I'm not letting you work it that state." Kanra sighed. I'm not sick. "I'm taking you home." Before she could argue, the blond picked her up bridal style, ignoring her protests.
Shizuo-san. I'm not sick. Izaya-nii locked me in my room." Well it wasn't far from the truth. "The flea... cares about you." Kanra relaxed in his arms, this was going nowhere. "I'll go home. Can you let me go?" The debt collector looked down at her and smiled. "No."
"Namie-san. Kanra. I'm back, did you miss me?" The secretary looked up. "She went to work. Did you do something to her clothes? She was wearing yours." Why does that girl never do as she's told? Unpredictable as usual. "Where are you going now?" Izaya smirked. "I didn't think you cared." Namie glared at him. "I don't. I wanted to know if you were actually going to do some work?" She didn't get an answer as the door closed.
Aoba glared at his phone. Why wasn't she answering? Did she not care that he knew her secret. The teen stood by the gate, he had been waiting outside school for ten minutes. "Are you waiting for someone?" Aoba froze. "My sister perhaps?" He looked up into Izaya's cold eyes.
He was going to pay for this. Of all the stupid, things her brother could do. She had been stuck in bed for the rest of the day. Shizuo hadn't left her side, he had even entered the apartment. I wonder what he'd say, if he knew Izaya and I share the bed? Somehow the thought scared her. But then again Shizuo was... broken at the moment. With nothing to do, she laid back on the bed.
"No way. Did you see that?" Kida looked over, to where the small group pointed. "That's Izaya. What's he doing here? I feel sorry for whoever he's come to see." Kida laughed bitterly. Who else is he going to mess up this time? He was finally back at school and Mikado or Anri weren't by his side. "Masaomi." He smiled as Saki ran up to him. "Did you hear? Izaya just threatened Kuronuma Aoba." Aoba? Wasn't he a first year? "He told him to stay away from his sister. Isn't that great?" Kida looked away from Saki's smiling face. She still wasn't over her Izaya complex. "Yeah Saki. It's great." The girl next to Izaya at the funeral. She was the informant's sister.
Anri shivered under the covers. Cut, love, cut, love them all, show them our love, cut... Shut up. Shut up. Cut, love. You've lost your love, let me love for you, cut. Shut up. Mikado-kun wouldn't have wanted this. Cut them all, let me show them our love. Please shut up.
"Where's Kanra-chan?" Aoba stood his ground. The informant smirked. "She's not coming. Why don't you tell me what you wanted instead?" Aoba glared at him. "What me and Mikado-sempai discuss is none of your business." He gulped, as Izaya pulled the switchblade from his pocket. "Are you going to threaten me in front of school?" Izaya giggled. "I don't make threats. Stay away from my sister." The informant walked away. "She's not really yours though. Is she?" He gasped, as a line of red appeared across his throat. Blood flowed freely, staining the collar of his shirt. When did he cut me?
"Izaya-nii." Kanra confronted him as soon as she heard the door open. "What were you doing? Where are all my clothes?" The informant smiled as he noticed Kanra wearing his clothes. "You really do look like a smaller version of me now." His sister glared. "Kanra don't be mad. It was only a joke." Kanra still glared silently. "I got you something." He pulled the object out of his pocket. Kanra smiled, taking the new phone. "Thanks Izaya-nii." Even though you broke it in the first place. "Come on Kanra. I'll show you where your clothes are. We don't want you catching a cold. Very funny. She drew her foot back and kicked him. "Ow. What was that for?" As if you didn't know. Izaya laughed picking her up. "Izaya-nii. Let me go." The informant tightened his grip. "No."
