The chapter, in which loving siblings interact, has been edited.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara. Really.
Somewhere in Ikebukuro
"Look, Kuru-nee! He is waking up!"
Izaya woke up with a severe headache, only to find himself laying on a bed. With both of his hands tied up to its sides. Next to him sat short-haired, high school girl with a marker in her hand.
"…Morning (Good morning, brother)…"
Beside her stood another high school girl with pigtails and glasses. She was cheerfully brandishing his switchblade.
"You're such a sleepyhead, Iza-nii! I thought you'll never wake up!"
Izaya sighed and looked at his annoying little sisters.
- Shizu-chan is going to pay me for this.
"Stop playing with my switchblade, Mairu. It's not meant for children."
Mairu stuck out her tongue.
"Don't want to!"
"Your parents wouldn't be too happy, if they saw you behaving like this."
"Our parents aren't also too happy that you're dealing with yakuza, Iza-nii."
"Pity…(You're so pathetic)…"
"When are you going to untie me?"
"Not too soon! You're our hostage now! Maybe we should sell you to one of those enemies of yours!"
Izaya sighed once again.
"Seriously, Mairu, Kururi. If you're going to keep hostages, make sure to tie them properly."
And with that being said he quickly freed his hands. The twins gasped.
"Jokes are over. Give me back my switchblade."
Mairu pouted and puffed her cheeks.
"No!"
Izaya made a move in Mairu's direction but Kururi jumped and grabbed onto his neck.
"…Run…(Run for your life, sister)!"
Mairu obeyed instantly. It took Izaya a while to detach Kururi. That allowed him to eventually catch Mairu and take his switchblade away from her. Then he quickly run out of the room and closed the door with a key.
"Open the door, Iza-nii!"
"Injustice…(It's unfair)…"
"You have no right to complain since earlier you have tied me to the bed and were intending to keep me your hostage. My, my what a loving family I have."
Izaya ignored their further protests and headed for the bathroom to wash off drawings that Kururi had left on his face.
When Izaya reached his office, he thought that his day couldn't get any worse. Unless he saw a certain blonde assassin sitting on his swivel chair and reading one of his books.
"Your arrival has been awaited by me."
Izaya wondered why all Russians (except for maybe Dennis and Slon) had such hard time learning proper Japanese.
"Your name is Vorona, right? May I ask why are you here?"
"What my intention to be here is to make you dead."
" And why exactly do you want me dead?"
"The exact reason for you to be dead is your intrusion between me and my prey."
Izaya sighed. It definitely wasn't his lucky day.
"Come on. We have the same goal. We both want Shizu-chan's death. I don't really care whether it's you who'll kill him in the end."
Vorona stood up and quickly produced a combat knife.
"Such issues hold no essential matter, so you're dying anyway."
Izaya decided to change his tactics.
"You want Shizu-chan to like you so much? He is not very fond of violence, you know? He won't be delighted to find out you're a killer."
Vorona's expression changed a little, though it was almost unnoticeable.
"As it was earlier said by me, such issues I don't care."
"So, you probably also don't care that I have already stolen Shizu-chan's first kiss?"
In a blink of an eye Vorona's expression went from calm to furious. She pounced on Izaya and attempted to stab him. Izaya managed to block her with his switchblade. He instinctively evaded her other blows. Their struggle lasted several minutes only to be interrupted by Namie, who came to work as usual. Her arrival startled Vorona who quickly passed her by and run.
Namie was considerably shocked. Izaya patted her on the shoulder.
"You have good timing, Namie."
"Who was that girl?"
"A jealous Shizu-chan wannabe girlfriend, I suppose."
Namie refrained from further questions. Even though her employer seemed calm, she could tell that he was rather irritated. Besides, she greatly valued what remained of her mental health. And she didn't really care.