Sorry this chapter took so long!

Disclaimer: I won my OCs, and Michael (who is only mentioned in this chapter) is actually Shan-kun's. Durarara and its characters do not belong to me.

(Cyra's POV)

"Cyra, there's someone here to see you," Ilak called as he entered Delic's study. Cyra frowned at her brother, who raised one eyebrow at her position. The female Guardian was sitting on Delic's desk while the noble angel worked, muttering under his breath about slavedrivers. Cyra was facing her charge, her long legs crossed and her hands behind her on the smooth surface to support herself as she leaned back.

"Who is it?" she questioned. Ilak hesitated and glanced at Delic, who seemed to be absorbed in his work.

"It's…it's Lord Tsugaru," Ilak finally sighed. "He's in the parlor waiting for you." Cyra blinked and glanced at Delic.

"He should know better than to come during my shift," she muttered.

"He should know better than to come at all," Delic countered, setting down the papers he had been holding and supposedly reviewing. "Why didn't he just send a messenger?"

"Perhaps this visit is personal," Ilak answered. "Anyway, Cyra, I'll cover your shift while you go see him."

"Absolutely not," Delic snapped as the female Guardian hopped off of his desk. Cyra paused and tilted her head at him.

"Is there a problem, my Lord?"

"Yes. You're on duty. It's improper for you to-"

"Then you'll either have to accompany me or punish me later," Cyra sighed. "Tsu is a friend of mine, and a noble, remember? It would be improper to keep him waiting simply because you're being petty." Delic's eyes narrowed even as his trademark flirtatious grin slipped into place.

"Perhaps I will punish you," he mused. Ilak rolled his eyes.

"My Lord, for someone who keeps talking about things being proper-"

"You really don't care about anything else, do you?" Cyra whispered. Silence descended instantly. Her brother and her charge stared at her. She glared at the pink-eyed noble for a long moment, then abruptly cleared her expression and stood straight, her hands professionally behind her back. "My Lord, if you cannot act in a professional manner at least while you are supposed to be working, then you will not be able to remain under my protection. You make it difficult enough to protect you in the evening and night hours while you prance around seducing whichever angel – male or female – catches your eye for a while. Your laziness in the mornings makes it difficult to keep a proper watch over you then, too. If you are going to use the few hours that protecting you is at a reasonable difficulty for a two-person team to sexually harass myself or my brother, you will have to find new Guardians, either to supplement our protection or replace it. Please consider your options and inform us of your decision at the earliest convenience for you, Lord Delic," she announced calmly. "Now, if it suits your Lordship, I will go greet your noble cousin, who I'm sure would be infinitely more pleasant to protect." Cyra bowed, then marched around the desk and out of the room, muttering "Don't let him out of your sight," to Ilak as she passed.

Then she stalked out of the room.

(Ilak's POV)

Ilak sighed and shook his head. Maybe his sister had finally reached the end of her patience and gotten over her determination to keep working as Delic's Guardian.

"Was it something I said?" their charge muttered. Ilak decided that since Cyra had already gone off on the noble, it was okay for him to chastise the golden-winged idiot too. Just in case his sister was still in earshot, he closed the door before speaking.

"Yeah. It was. And it was also what – and who – and how many – you did," the male Guardian snapped. Delic blinked.

"I thought she was aware of my habits before you two came to-"

"Yeah, she was. She's perfectly aware that once you have sex with an angel you cast him or her aside. She knows just as well as I do that there are very few people you value as more than potential conquests. She just thought that maybe you would value your own Guardians," Ilak sighed. "I tried to talk her out of it, but she kept insisting you were a good person, that you were more than an irresponsible playboy who does nothing but indulge himself in debauchery. She wanted to protect you so that eventually other angels would see you the way she does. But no matter what she does, you've done everything you possibly can to prove her wrong. And despite that…" He broke off in the middle of his sentence; it wasn't his place to say anything else. So he changed what he was about to say. "Despite that, she still believes in you. And then you go and treat her like one of your conquests? I should never have let her get involved with you, and honestly, I'm hoping you choose to replace us." Ilak finished his tirade and bowed. "I apologize for speaking out of turn, Lord Delic. I will be silent until my sister returns."

If Delic still didn't understand, after everything…

"You really think so little of me?" Delic murmured. Ilak let out an undignified snort.

"Trust me, I would be fired on the spot if I told you how little I think of you, my Lord," he replied. So much for his promise to be silent…

"And here I thought you and I were friends," the noble said lightly, as though their conversation was a joke.

"I thought so too. When I worked the day shift and Cyra covered nights, I thought maybe she was right about you. I saw your work. The music you write can be incredibly moving, and I considered your inability to keep a lover for more than eight hours an eccentricity. But then Cyra asked to switch shifts."

"Ah. After I tried to get her to sit on my lap," Delic sighed.

"Is that what happened? She never told me. She just said she couldn't protect you while you were behaving in a manner that endangered you both," the Guardian replied. "Ultimately, I would like to remain your Guardian. I don't want Cyra to give up on you, and I actually enjoy your company when you're not covered in angels you're trying to seduce. Sometimes I see glimpses of the person she keeps telling me that you are. But…you also continue to disappoint her. And so my opinion of you is really incredibly low. After all, how intelligent or kind can you be when you can't even see what your Guardian – the woman you see literally every day – is feeling?"

(Cyra's POV)

Cyra stepped into the parlor and bowed.

"Welcome, Lord Tsugaru," she intoned as she straightened. The man was reclining on one of the couches, his loose blue and white robe reinforcing the calm expression on his face. His golden hair and wings shone, and his blue eyes were kind. Delic's cousin was much more laid back than the other noble angels, and he got along with almost anyone.

"Cyra, it's good to see you again," he replied. "Come sit with me and tell me what you've been up to." The Guardian obeyed, taking a seat beside the relaxed noble.

"Just the same old things," she answered with forced cheerfulness, hiding her frustration with Delic. "Keeping my charge from getting into too much trouble, trying to protect him from himself, and of course, taking out the trash," she added, thinking of the angel in her charge's bedroom that morning.

"I see. Have you had Seekers at your door? My Guardians turned away a low-ranking one a few days ago," he told her. Cyra nodded and smiled slightly.

"Seeker Arlua was here," she said. "I distracted her with the missing Guardian, Anna, so she went back to the human realm."

"I thought she was in charge of retrieving-"

"You sent a Seeker after my little sister?" A tall, slender male Guardian with cream-colored wings entered the room. He frowned at Cyra, who sighed.

"Hello, Joseph," she greeted him. The man was one of Tsugaru's Guardians. Lucky for them, Tsugaru wasn't a troublemaker like Delic, so two could manage his protection easily. "And I thought you would appreciate an extra person searching, since you're stuck here," she added pointedly.

"Both of you relax," Tsugaru ordered calmly. "Joseph, before you get upset again, remember that Michael offered to handle protecting me on his own while you looked for your sister."

"I couldn't-"

"You're still partnered with Michael?" Cyra interrupted, suddenly nervous. Not that Michael was a bad person, or a bad Guardian, but…

"Yeah. He should be here soon, actually. He said he wanted to check on you and see how you were doing protecting someone like Delic," Joseph told her. Cyra stared at the floor, wishing they would change the topic back to Anna's disappearance.

Today was not a good day to see her former lover.

(Arlua's POV)

The Seeker waited for the demon to move to a less crowded location, following him from enough of a distance that she hoped he wouldn't notice. This demon…Orihara…he had to know something about Anna's disappearance. He had to.

The demon slipped down a side street at last. Arlua sighed in relief. It was about time the idiot demon quit moseying through crowds of humans. She turned onto the side street he had taken and paused. There was no one in sight. Not even the damned demon.

"Shit. Now what?" she muttered.

(Kane's POV)

"You took long enough to get here," Izaya murmured when Kane joined him on the roof of a building halfway down the side street where the angel was still pacing.

"Too many humans to fly – plus I was tracking you and the stalker angel," the girl replied. "Is she…searching the street?" she added, noticing that instead of randomly pacing as it had seemed at first, the angel on the ground was moving in such a way that she could see the same section of the street from many different angles. And that section of the street just happened to be the part in front of the building that Kane and Izaya were perched on top of.

"She seems to have narrowed my position down to this building," Izaya answered. "I'll confront her you stay hidden up here and if she flies, knock her out of the sky."

"So you want me to sit back and watch?" Kane growled.

"No, I want you to watch and catch her if she gets past me," he repeated.

"She was following you, so I don't think she's going to try to get away," the girl pointed out. Izaya opened his mouth to speak, but paused.

"Maybe neither of us will be confronting her," he said cheerfully. "It looks like someone else has caught on." Kane blinked and returned her attention to the street below them. A young woman with chin-length black hair, wearing a school uniform, was walking down the street toward the angel. At first glance, she seemed like a normal human girl. But for Izaya to say what he did… That must be some sort of demon or other supernatural being. She was too far away for Kane to identify her by scent though, and geolocation couldn't help her identify anyone.

"Who is that?" Kane questioned.

"Remember the soul demon I told you about? The one who jointly inhabits a katana and a human?" the demon replied, sighing. "That's Anri Sonohara, Saika's host." Kane grimaced. Izaya had told her about this girl, who hadn't been possessed by the unique soul demon that had found its way to her. Saika, like other soul demons, had no physical form. Unlike other soul demons, however, Saika refused to inhabit animals as she waited for a suitable human to possess, instead residing within an ancient sword that merged with whatever human Saika wanted to possess. From what Izaya told her, instead of being completely overwhelmed by Saika's power, Sonohara managed a symbiotic relationship with the soul demon, which was virtually unheard of.

"What's she doing here? I thought you said she didn't bother with the angels," Kane muttered. Izaya shrugged.

"Who knows? Maybe she isn't here for the angel; maybe she's trying to get one of us," he suggested.

"Maybe…"