Izumi looked at the crumpled heap known as Izaya. He was drunk off his ass and all Izumi could wonder is why. Reaching out she ruffled his hair lightly before sitting him up, propping him on a pile of pillows. Slowly, his eyes focused on her, more specifically her hair. He absentmindedly ran his hands through her hair fascinated by it. "Blood" he slurred still not noticing Izumi.
"Izaya, are you okay?... Celty says you haven't been making much trouble." She laughed lightly but realized Izaya was staring right at her, she shifted uncomfortably. "Why are you here?" he spoke steadily. " You must be some figment of my imagination here to torture me are you?" His eyes averted to the window, " I know I deserve it but can you lay off" Izumi sat confused by her brother's attitude. "Izaya" he turned to glare at her, " Don't say my name so familiarly, saying it as if you care. How could you... I almost killed you and tried to kill Shizuo." he spat the words out as if they were venom.
Izumi sat quietly for a moment, " Why did you do it Izaya?" He sighed, " It's not like you're really here, I already know okay? I'm jealous. I hate it, me? Jealous? That's not me." Izumi sat stunned, unsure of what to say. What was he jealous of, she wanted to ask but he kept speaking. "When she looks at him... that monster... you can tell she loves him, loves him despite how destructive he is. It's frustrating. I paid for her hospital stay, always checking on her status... I even bought her a stupid apartment. Why did I do all that? Why do I care? I even knew Shizuo lived there, so why... I'm suppose to observe human, not get involved. Care? What is this, my life is crumbling..." and he paused a moment before whispering "... and I'm too proud to speak to her..."
Izumi didn't know what to say, his words knocked the air right out of her lungs. She suspected he cared but to hear straight from her brother drunkenly, heart-brokenly confess the depth of his care and involvement but most of all his grief. An odd word to associate with Izaya Orihara. Izumi sat quietly, watching Izaya stare at the ceiling. "Hey Izaya." He glared at the ceiling now, "I love you and I'm here whenever you need me. I am extremely upset with what you have done, but seeing you like this I can't hate you." She stopped talking unable to tell Izaya Shizuo was in a coma.
Izaya stared at the ceiling before a look of horror washed over his features.
Without looking at her he reached out his hand which she took into hers causing Izaya to recoil as if burned. He turned over on his side facing away from Izumi, "Leave."
"No." Izumi glared at Izaya's back. After some time passed Izumi sighed and climbed up to sit next to Izaya. At first he tried to keep some distance between them but Izumi wrapped an arm around his chest and buried her face into the back of his neck.
Izaya felt uncomfortable, his younger sisters never did this. He was unsure of how to deal with this, " Izumi, what are you doing here?" Izaya twisted to face the red head, her expression was absorbed in thought. He poked her cheek and again repeated, " What are you doing here?" She wrinkled her nose as his breath, heavy with alcohol washed over her. "How much have you been drinking?" Izumi inquired. When Izaya only stared she sighed, " Well Celty said you haven't been seen and that town's been quiet. I was worried honestly."
"I see." Izaya said after a few moments of silence. They sat there a while, just existing in each other's presence.