Xibiya: Hello everyone. Gosh I dunno how long it's been since I've done one of these. I wanna thank those who liked Passion, and came over to read this lovely little piece here. I hadn't planned on making this a 2 part story, mostly because I rarely ever finish the second part. But reviews make me write faster! So reviews~ But first onto the story.
The path of love she walked down on was a lonely and forbidden one. Though she had chosen this for his sake and his only. If only her parents hadn't been so stupid, she could have lead a mediocre life. But the feelings for her brother would have never been this strong. Izaya knew this. He knew all about his secretary, and never fell short on gathering the upmost information to use against anyone who was close to him. He laughed, mocking the relationship his secretary had with her younger brother, and he almost felt bad for her.
What love was this when it was all someone's one-sided mistake?
That, of course, meant that his relationship with Shizuo meant all that much more to him, and he relished it when the long haired raven sneered at the couple when they parted for the day. It was always, a small kiss, a few choice of bedroom words, a nips somewhere that caused the other to groan quietly, and then a parting kiss before the other had to leave. It sickened her to the core, and he knew it. It always left him in a happy trolling mood and he talked insane amounts to the woman while doing his work and laughing at her crude remarks about their relationship.
She angrily, yet a dormant anger, regretted that one moment. And she huffed looking behind her. Resting behind a few shelves, was a container. Warm to the touch, the source of heat was emitted from a head. And to be more correct, this head belonged to a very important friend of Izaya and Shizuo, for she was proclaimed the "Aunt" of their four bundles of joy. Celty Sturluson, the mythical Headless Black Rider of Ikebukuro, was an underground courier for Izaya, and often ran small errands for the info broker. They both knew that the headless dullahan was in search of her head, but under a strict promise by Shinra, the informant never leaked a word of it's where-abouts. That head was the source of her problems, as she had shown it to her brother when it was under the custody of her uncle. If only then, she hadn't shown it to him, would his love for that head be turned towards her? No matter, she would win her self inflicted battle over the damn thing even at the expense of using someone. And unfortunately that someone was using her as well.
However since she could not exact revenge on the head, she would have to direct it towards someone else. And how she oh so loved to see Izaya when she upper handed his usually cocky demeanor when the blonde lover and his kids weren't around. Here she will stir up a bit of trouble for the ravenette and how he will react, she wanted to see. She just needed the chance to strike, and luckily her opportunity came at the right moment.
Izaya had finished his work for the day and pushed back against the desk, then spun his chair slightly to get up. The mother of the kids called them down, and in moments the four were looking over the edge of the balcony.
"Mommy's going out for a little bit, so don't cause Ms. Yagiri too much trouble." Izaya said playfully.
A chorus of "Okay" was repeated back, and Izaya left out. The kids went to their room. Namie waited a few moments before getting up and making her way upstairs. She leaned against the cracked door frame watching the spoiled brats entertain themselves. Opening the door a little and mustered up all the sweetness she could, and smiled at them.
"Hey guys." She said and looked over to Tsugaru, motioning for him to come with her, while the other's played. Namie was sure Tsugaru was smart, but not enough to know if what she was about to tell him was wrong or not. Sitting the calm brunette on the couch she looked over to see if the others had came out to investigate, thankfully that was a no.
"So, Tsugaru," she said in a sweet voice, and the blue eyes boy's face contorted in minor confusion. "How do you feel about your brothers? I cant help but notice you and Psyche are really close."
"Well I love all my brothers." Tsugaru answered honestly. Namie sneered inwardly. Purity in its finest.
"Well….what kind of love sweety?" Namie asked. The boy gave a confused look, as if there was only one type of love he'd felt to all of his family members. "Well you see, do you think your mom and dad have the same love they have for you?"
"Mom and dad say they love us… Do you mean they hate us?" Tsugaru looked worried for a moment, in which Yagiri chuckled out loud.
"No far from it. I know your mom and dad love you a lot. But the love they have for you is far different than the love that they share between you and your brothers."
Snagged. Tsugaru seemed intrigued by this and tilted his head a little. "Different?"
Namie hid a devious smirk behind a smile as she explained that the love his parents had for each other was one in a million, and how they would do anything for each other. They showed this by kissing and doing intimate stuff while the kids weren't around. Tsugaru's face seemed confused but he started thinking a bit. In his school everyone talked that their older sibling had a boyfriend or girlfriend. He figured this is what Namie meant, and she was pleased the boy got it after one explanation. So then she dipped down to convert the boy further.
"Does that feel the same way with Psyche? You both spend a lot of time and he seems to favor you. Psyche is a smart boy, maybe he has these feelings for you too."
Tsugaru's face heated up a little bit. It felt foreign, like he was taking his mind somewhere forbidden. Tsugaru shook his head. "I don't think…"
"Oh its alright Tsu-chan." Namie gave him a soft smile. "Just dont let anyone know about it, and keep watch over your dear baby lover." And with that, Tsugaru was sent on his way.
The raven secretary smiled as she knew she would have to keep watch over her work in progress. Almost satisfied with the seed she had planted, her spirits were a bit higher when she returned to work, filing papers and placing them. even as she removed a binder that revealed a part of Celty's dead in its container, she smirked at the object that made her this way.
"Looks like you were of some use after all, you shitty head." Namie muttered putting the binder back in it's place.
