"They're almost perfect." Izaya hummed, bending forward to look at the faces of the child-like creatures who stood before him. At the moment, there were only two, both boys, one brunette and the other blonde.

"Glad to hear it." The shrewd woman, Namie, said in an almost bored tone, "I'm surprised they came out as well as they did at all."

"Ah, well it was my idea." He hummed, crossing his arms as he eyed the small raven, the child moving back behind the blonde one who simply stared up at Izaya.

"We'll call them Psyche and Delic."

Yes, Izaya had done it, with the help of Yagiri pharmaceuticals, he had created a copy of himself and Shizuo. Originally it had caught his attention that Delic had come out as a blonde, instead of Shizuo's originally brown hair, but he decided that it looked good on him despite it.

"What exactly are you going to do with them?" the woman asked, leaning against a white wall with her arms crossed, looking between the kids and the informant.

"Ohoho, I'm going to play a game, naturally."

. . . .

Shizuo stood calmly with his boss, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he nodded his head to something Tom had said, giving a grunt in acknowledgement.

It had been about a week now since he'd seen Izaya, the flea having run off after their 'date' and not returned since, which he didn't mind at all. Really, he was glad. It meant he didn't have to worry about things for the time being.

He had been so stressed lately that it was affecting his budget. Shizuo had quite literally smoked three packs the day before, and he was sure that even his body couldn't keep up with that. But he just couldn't help it. He didn't know what else to do besides act as if everything were normal, which it wasn't. Everywhere he went, he thought of the raven, and hell, now he was seeing him!

"God damn it." He grumbled, rubbing his eyes underneath his shades as he happened upon a child with the same face as the louse. He blinked, once twice, thrice and then a fourth, yet for some reason, said child was still there, standing in his white and pink outfit that resembled Izaya's, minus the headphones that were set up on his ears.

Frowning, Shizuo stepped forward, staring into pink orbs as he left Tom behind. Psyche stared back, his face only showing slight hesitation and he moved his weight from foot to tiny foot, waiting like Izaya-san had told him to, waiting for just the right moment before taking off with an almost angelic laugh. Shizuo gasped as he watched the child run out into the cross walk, looking back and blowing a raspberry as he enticed Shizuo to follow.

The blonde couldn't believe what he was seeing. In front of him was an Izaya look-a-like, no older than ten, running away from him and beckoning him to chase after. It was like someone had slipped him something and now he was in this strange reality that was totally messing with him. He didn't like it at all.

Swallowing, he ran after the kid, brushing past people and not even uttering an apology as he struggled to keep an eye on him in the much taller sea of people; however, when he got to the other side of the street, he had lost him.

"What the fuck is going on? Am I seein' shit?" he asked himself, scratching the back of his head with a frown as he looked around.

"Baka-chan~!" a small voice sang from behind him, causing the blonde to turn, "This way, Baka-chan!"

Again, the flea-like kid called him, and of course, with some dumb nickname. This was officially starting to piss him off now.

The pad of his shoes scrapped against the pavement, Shizuo slipping up just a bit as he broke out into a run, managing to catch up with the raven, but only to have him disappear in the crowd once more. The two continued their game for a good thirty minutes, Shizuo Chasing an the boy running, laughing with an out of breath giggle as he looked back, pink hues shining with excitement, though he could tell he was uncertain.

"Come on, Baka-chan, Kami-sama*(1) is this wa~!"

Kami-sama? What was this kid going on about? Didn't he know that God didn't actually have a physical form, or that you couldn't just walk up to him and say hi?

The ex-bartender didn't even have time to ask as he followed the other into an alley, stopping as his jaw dropped. In front of him, the boy ran up to a small copy of himself, said copy glancing at Shizuo with a grin before both looked up to. . .

Izaya.

"Ne ne, Kami-sama, I brought Baka-chan just like you asked~!" Psyche chirped, clearly happy that he had gotten back without getting lost in a city he knew almost nothing about.

"That you did, and I thank you." The informant hummed, Psyche beaming despite being ignored for the most part as Izaya stared at Shizuo, a smug smirk on his face as if asking him what he thought. Was he surprised? Confused? He laughed at the thought. The look on Shizuo's face was priceless.

"The fuck. . .are those?" the blonde mumbled, still trying to wrap his head around the sight of two fleas and another him.

"They're my disciples. Psyche and Delic." He said, motioning to each one, "Don't they amaze you?"

Somehow, Shizuo didn't think amaze was the word. In fact, he was more creeped out and scared than anything.

"Where did they come from?"

"I made them."

What? Did he just say he made them?

Oh this was far from OK.

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