Nothing belongs to me except for Ryuu Akihana, Kanta Akihana, Ichirou Arata and the story itself. All rights go to Ryohgo Narita! Enjoy!

Izaya shook from head to toe, the metal cuffs linking him to the chair creating a rattling sound as the teen stared back at the golden eyed boy in horror. He knew that he had to think of something to get him out of his current situation, or least distract the two teens long enough to come up with a better solution. Ryuu or Kanta wasn't there to bail him out, so he was on his own for the time being.
Glancing down at the piles of manga at his feet, Izaya couldn't help but notice that he recognized a few of the titles. Izaya wasn't one for horror manga or a lot of supernatural, but the Ryuu had recommended to him stood out among the mess.
"Hold on, I just started reading that one. "Elfen Lied? Is that any good?"
The brunette girl raised an eyebrow at the restrained teen, but answered him nonetheless.
"Yeah, what about it? Is that your decision? Pretty quick if you ask me…"
Izaya quickly shook his head, flustered as he tried to explain himself.
"N-N-No! I-It's just — my friend! Ryuu-chan! S-She was t-telling me about it! I w-was j-just curious!"
The boy shrugged his shoulders indifferently, his golden eyes still glaring down at him as though he were a new specimen to the human species.
"It's sooo not for you. Just looking you, I can tell that you're the squeamish type. You'd probably fall over, foaming at the mouth from reading Parasyte!"
The black-clad girl got a glint in her eyes as she suddenly grew excited and pulled on her partner's teal hoodie to grab his attention, the boy closing his eyes once again as he turned in her direction.
"Yummachi! I bet if he's never even read Higurashi, he'd die on the spot!"
Izaya perked up at Erika's words, although he knew he should be anxious from what she said, he couldn't ignore how the title rung a bell for him.
"Higurashi? I know that one. It's the one with town of psychopaths, right? Ryuu-chan loaned me that one last year. She also thought I would hate it, but it was surprisingly good. While graphic, the mystery kept me coming back for more. I honestly enjoyed it."
The two teens looked at Izaya surprised. They both looked at each other before the girl bent forward to look Izaya in the eye cautiously.
"What's your name, Kid?"
Izaya jolted at the unexpected question, but stuttered out an answer all the same.
"I-Izaya. Orihara Izaya."
The girl smiled comfortingly, putting the teen at ease for the time being.
"I'm Karisawa Erika. This is Yumasaki Walker. We don't normally pass up a chance like this, but you seem like a good kid. As a favor, we'll let you off easy this time. What were you doing at the school so late?"
Izaya felt his entire body sag in relief when Erika assured him that they would spare him any hardship.
"M-My train pass. I forgot it when I left for home with my friends. I couldn't pay for a ticket, so I had to go back. I didn't think I'd be taken though."
Erika looked as though she pitied him for a moment before smiling again.
"Does the name Hiro Yamada ring any bells, Izaya?"
Izaya shook his head, indicating the he didn't recognize the name.
The girl nodded before turning to the wall length mirror to give a thumbs up to her reflection. Izaya looked confused before the dreadlocked man and pair of suit-clad men walked through the door a few moments later.
"You're sure, Karisawa?"
The girl nodded before turning to Izaya with a calm smile.
"He's clean. Not to mention how he kept dropping the name of our friend's girlfriend for some time now, which says he knows him. I think he would mention to us if this kid was plotting something against us with Yamada."
The dreadlocked man nodded before nodding towards the lackeys behind him. Izaya flinched when the rough-looking men neared him, but relaxed when one had simply pulled out a key to undo the handcuffs trapping him to the chair. The dreadlocked bowed to him when the teen was free, rubbing at his by then raw wrists.
"Sorry about that, but in our profession, it pays to be cautious. However, we do hope you won't go to the authorities with this. We'd hate to have to bring you in a second time."
Izaya shook at the prospect of being kidnapped by these people again, but nodded to show that he wouldn't breathe a word of what happened. The man stood straight before he continued.
"Unfortunately, we can't allow you to go free just yet."
Izaya grew scared again as man looked at him regretfully.
"Even if Karisawa and Walker assure me that you have nothing to do with this, extra precaution must be taken until we get this whole matter resolved. We'll allow you to go back to school, but you will be monitored at all times from now on until otherwise directed."
"B-But, what about my apartment? What am supposed to tell my friends, or Kanta-nii-chan?"
The dreadlocked man shrugged nonchalantly.
"We'll send someone to your home to grab your necessities. We'll also contact your family on your behalf, but this isn't negotiable. Until we have more information, you'll be under the direct supervision of the Awakusu-Kai."
Izaya curled in on himself mournfully. He knew Ryuu would probably raise hell once she found out. Kanta would be sick with worry and would probably be unable to work while Izaya was incapacitated. However, what made shudder in fear was how he would constantly be surrounded by people, while some may be nice like Erika and Walker, who did bad things like kidnap people and torture them for information.
"T-Then what happens now?"
Tom sighed before nodding towards a guard with a lazy smile, who stepped forward and bowed towards Izaya. Izaya bowed back, albeit nervously.
"Now we show you to where you'll be staying. You'll be rooming with our boss for a bit until a room can be made for you. Don't worry though. He's hardly there other than to sleep and do paperwork; which he likes to avoid. Just don't make him angry and you'll be fine."
Izaya gulped, but nodded. Tom nodded back before gesturing towards the guard who just bowed towards Izaya. He was around the same height as the dark skinned man and had medium length, dark brunette hair, dark glasses obscuring the color of his eyes, lightly tanned skin and black suit over a white half-buttoned up shirt with no tie.
"This is Ichirou Arata. He will be your bodyguard during your time with us. He also attends your school at Raira Academy. He'll be monitoring you there as well. Any questions?"
Izaya was about to open his mouth when Tom turned away with Erika and Walker followed him out of the room, the two teens waving to him with smiles as they left. That only left Arata and Izaya alone in the room.
"Say, you said you were seventeen, right? What grade are you in?"
Izaya flinched at the man's deep, lazy voice. Izaya, with a streak of color darkening his cheeks, would almost even describe it as sultry.
"Y-Yeah… I'm a s-second year. H-How did you know m-my age?"
Considering how there was only Erika, Walker and him in the room when his age was mentioned, Izaya didn't understand how this man could have known without being in the room himself. Arata jabbed his thumb behind him, directing Izaya's gaze to the large mirror he could make out earlier.
"It's a two way. I was with Tom-san watching the interrogation. I also noticed that you were squinting a lot during your time with Erika-chan and Walker-kun. You wear glasses, don't you?"
Izaya's face darkened even more at the realization that strangers were watching his internal panic attack without his knowledge, but was once again surprised be Arata's observance.
"U-Um, yeah… They were b-broken in the scuffle. It's n-no trouble though!"
Arata chuckled at the boy frantically waving his hands as though the lackey would beat him within an inch of his life for pointing out the inconvenience the group had caused him.
"Don't sweat it, Cutie! I'll let Tom-san know and we'll replace them."
Arata smirked when Izaya looked as though he would pass out from how red his face was from what the lackey dubbed him as.
"For now though, I'll take you to meet the boss. He's a good guy, just don't upset him and you'll be fine. Probably."
Izaya gulped at once again being warned against the yakuza boss' temper before getting up the courage to follow Arata out of the interrogation room and down a long grey hallway with a steel elevator at the end. Arata led Izaya to the machinery and pressed the only button with an arrow pointing up. Izaya discerned that he must have been kept in the basement and gulped at the thought of being left to die down there if they hadn't believed him.
The elevator came quickly and opened up to them with a quiet chime. The teens made their way into it and Arata pressed the button for the second to top floor. As the elevator ascended, the teen nudged Izaya to get the smaller raven to turn to him.
"Now, when we get out, there's going to be a lot of guys like me in there. That wouldn't be a problem, but some of them still believe you were working with Hiro Yamada. With that said, stay close to me and don't make eye contact. Ready?"
Izaya was too anxious to speak, so he just stiffly nodded his head. Arata nodded back and cracked his neck as the elevator neared its destination. Izaya tensed when the machine came to a stop and the doors opened onto a large waiting area littered with a long couch up against the wall to his left, a few sofa chairs against the wall to his right and a large cluster of scary looking men in loosely worn suits conversing in the room.
Once the petite teen stepped out, all conversation came to a halt and everyone's eyes turned to land on his slouched form. Some glanced at him before turning back to their companions while others weren't so kind as they outright glared at him; some even baring their teeth.
Arata was quick to put himself between Izaya and the other yakuza members as he grabbed his arm and pulled him through the throng of people and towards the only door besides the elevator. It was a dark wood with a small frosted glass window expanding at its top half with black stenciled letters that spelled out:

Heiwajima Shizuo
Vice President

A few knocks to the door was answered with a gruff sounding "come in" and the two teens quickly made their way inside. Arata shut the door behind them before bowing to the man hunched over a dark mahogany desk placed in front of a large window that extended to from wall to wall and raised from the floor to the ceiling. The walls were a navy blue color with the same dark wood of the door used as the floorboards below their feet and the molding on the bottom with white crown molding on top. Two grey love seats were placed before the desk across from each other with a glass coffee table between them, but placed so that whoever sat in them could still converse comfortably with whoever sat at the desk.
The person hidden by a mountainous stack of papers peeked over the pile, giving Izaya a glimpse of gold and brown before the person stood, clad in a blue-grey, v-neck sweater with quarter sleeves and dark wash denim skinny jeans tucked into black combat boots. With how his hair looked slightly damp and the door left slightly ajar to the blonde's left that gave a glimpse of a pale leg changing off the corner of a messy looking bed, Izaya couldn't help the blush that spread across his face.
"Ichirou, thanks for bringing him. Tom-san already told me about the arrangement. You're dismissed. Go help the others with his belongings."
As much as Izaya wished Arata would have protested, the older teen only bowed and passed by Izaya with a pat on the shoulder and a wink. Izaya watched the teen leave as he struggled to not hyperventilate, wanting to reach out for the teen as the door shut behind him and the click of a lighter resounded throughout the room.
Izaya looked up to see Shizuo blow a cloud of smoke from his lips, eyeing the teen suspiciously as he offered his pack to him.
"You smoke?"
Izaya vigorously shook his head at the offer as he clutched at the material of his school slacks. The older male merely shrugged as he set the pack and lighter on his desk. A creak from the door leading to what Izaya had deduced was a bedroom sounded, turning the two male's attention to the young, blonde woman who was in the process of shutting the door behind her.
The woman was skinny with medium length, blonde hair and pale violet eyes that made Izaya think of Ryuu. However, unlike Ryuu's vibrant purple eyes with a spark of mischief always in their mists, this woman's eyes seemed almost uncaring, if not robotic. Her skin was also far paler than Ryuu's, looking as though she didn't get a lot of sun. Dressed in a white jumpsuit with orange and black accents, the woman turned from the door to see Izaya standing there. Tilting her head curiously, the woman crossed her arms and addressed the coal haired teen before her.
"Are you an acquaintance of Shizuo-senpai? Perhaps a sex partner?"
Izaya's face went up in flames as he stuttered to get out a coherent sentence. Shizuo blew out another cloud of smoke nonchalantly before putting it out in the ashtray on his desk, seemingly finished with it.
"Your jokes aren't funny as always, Vorona. You know I don't shoot for anyone that young. The kid is practically still in diapers."
The woman shrugged before making her way over to Izaya, who was still struggling to get himself under control. Leaning forward, the woman gave the teen a straight view of her chest with her zipper only partially covering her torso. Izaya didn't know where else to look and so found himself every aspect of the room from the stitching of the couches to the grains of the floorboards.
"He is cute, Senpai. He appears quite inexperienced, but I suppose for some, this could be a great advantage to his charm."
The blonde male scoffed as he grabbed his black trench coat off of the black leather, swivel chair behind his desk and made his way towards the door.
"Again, you're not funny. Let's go. I'll take you home."
Once the man stood behind Vorona, the woman leaned away from Izaya and joined Shizuo on his way out the door.
"Senpai is most chivalrous."
The two passed Izaya without even a glance towards him. The raven stiffened flinched when the door slammed shut behind him and practically fell into the cushions of one of the couches once he had stumbled over in his dazed state.
Groaning in frustration at the tension he had been forced to endure for who knew how long. Izaya figured it had only been a few minutes since the interrogation, but to the teen it had felt like hours. His legs were the consistency of limp noodles, his fingers were sore from clenching at his clothes tightly for so long and mentally, the boy was drained dry.
Izaya didn't know how he was going to tell Ryuu and Kanta or his sisters why they wouldn't be seeing him as much. Ryuu would be livid with anger, worry for her friend clouding her judgement, Kanta would be unable to focus on anything, let alone the work that provided his family the means to live as comfortably as they did and his sisters would be unable to understand why their big brother didn't come around anymore since they were still so young.
Without realizing until his sight became blindingly distorted, Izaya let the tears fall over the bridge of his nose onto the grey fabric of the couch, darkening its color. Holding in the sobs, lest the men outside heard him, the teen clenched his teeth and tried to control his fluctuating intakes of breath.
I wanna go home.

Afterstory Monologue:

Momo: [Lying Face Down On Floor]

Izaya: What's with her?

Shizuo: She's been dealing with some stuff.

Izaya: But she has to address the readers! It's been months since her last update, so no doubt they want an explanation!

Kanta: Let's just do it in her place while she's recovering.

Izaya: Recovering from what?!

Shizuo: Shut it! [Turns To Camera] So, first, I'm sure Momo-kun would want us to apologize on her behalf for how long it's been since she last updated a story. She's been doing a little here and there, but has just been dealing with a lot of stuff lately that mentally and physically made it impossible for her to write. She has ideas and stuff for her stories and wants to update and finish them all as soon as possible so she get started on her list of potential future stories, but she's only now recovering from what's been keeping her away. Sorry about that.

Izaya: [Scoffs] Don't tell me it was writer's block again! Just give me the drafts. I'll do them.

Kanta: No, Izaya-chan, it wasn't just writers block this time. That was least of it. Besides, she feels more accomplished getting the chapters out on her own. Besides, I think I speak for all of us when I say that whatever you come up with could quite possibly be terrifying.

Izaya: Hmph. Buzzkill...

Kanta: [Turns To Camera] Thanks to all of you who have been more than patient with the wait. Our author will try to update as soon as she can. After all, she hates to keep you waiting. She's read your reviews and knows how much you guys want to see how the story ends. Please keep reviewing and giving her as much feedback as you can. It really puts a smile on her face when she sees how much you all enjoy her work, as well as inspire her to work harder.

Momo: [Crawls Towards Laptop] Write... Wanna write...

Izaya: What is she? The Grudge?!

Shizuo: She's trying. Hey, don't poke her with a stick!

Kanta: Haha! [Turns To Camera] Don't worry too much, guys. Her friends have been taking care of her, so she's getting better. See you guys next time! Our favorite destructive pair finally met, so look forward to a lot of awkward encounters and sexy moments between them! Ja-ne~! [Turns Camera Off]