[Track 1]

Fortunately, the incident took place right around the corner of our house. I suppose that my call for Psyche bargained loads of attention because our parents came to the rescue, it seems they've finally noticed that we were gone. I trembled in fear, mother grabbed me away from the scene but her grip on my arm was harsh. Father, at the meantime, dived into the lake to save Psyche. They managed to bring him out, rushing back to the house to warm him up and call for the ambulance.

The whole time, they ignored me and focused on their youngest son. I was about to enter the room, having enough of the concern chatters and went to ask if Psyche would be all right. When my name was mentioned, I immediately paused. Curiosity got the best of me, and so I peeked through the crack of the door and listened instead. I heard father shouting. He yelled– he yelled that it was my fault. How I didn't help Psyche and stood there like a door.

My breath hitched, a lump caught between my throat when the words struck me like a thunder. I wanted to voice out, to protest how it wasn't my fault. But in the back of my mind, I knew that I was responsible for all of this. Thus, guilt began to rise. Mother defended me, her voice rising as she said that I was only seven and how traumatized I could be. However, their conversation didn't manage to finish. Sirens of an ambulance could be heard outside the house, and I immediately scrambled away from the door as it was pushed open, my father carried Psyche to the exit and mother followed after him. And I went to follow them too.

Cautiously, my father handed Psyche to one of the men, and Psyche was soon placed onto a mattress. Mother climbed into the back of the van, I went to enter too but I was stopped. Obscured by a figure that stood in my way. Knitting my brows in confusion, I trailed my gaze upwards only to be greeted by my father's angered expression. I froze. A familiar sensation of fear crawling through my spines. There was silence between us at first but father was the one who broke it.

'You manipulated him into coming with you, didn't you? All that for your sick entertainment?' Said he. I felt tears stinging in the corner of my eyes as he said, but I held them back, taking all the moments to register what my father had said. I wanted him to stop but he continued, 'I bet you were the one who pushed him. Or maybe, he was convinced by you?'

It wasn't me, I wanted to yell it wasn't me but I kept quiet. My instincts told me to keep quiet.

'You're not allowed to go and that's the final. Go back to your room, I don't want to see your face again. You, you...'

'Monster.'

[End of first track.]

.Chapter One.

Izaya woke with a jolt, a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as he erratically breathed out in few pants. It was that dream again. But it couldn't be a dream if it was bad, right? Although, it wasn't exactly a nightmare either since it had already happened long ago. A memory that haunted him for several years. Lifting a hand, he reached to wipe off the sweat. Sighing, as the brunet glanced over at the clock to read the time.

6:54 AM. Shit, he was late.

"Izaya, wake up!"

Loud knocks erupted from the door, tearing away Izaya's gaze from the clock before he immediately got out of the bed. He was well aware of what would happen if he is not on time. "I'm awake!" He practically exclaimed in his fake cheerful tone, trudging over to the closet and quickly grabbed onto his school attire, hastily wearing them on before he made his way to the bathroom.

As soon as he had finished his morning routine, he finally went downstairs. Izaya could hear the scraping of spoons from the kitchen, which told him that his family were having breakfast, starting off without him. Well, not that they usually do start with his presence. Even if Izaya was on time, they wouldn't allow him to eat with them. They often disregarded him, throwing him those looks whenever he wasn't looking but Izaya was smart. He was aware of the things around him. At least, his mother was kind enough to leave some food for him. He always thought that maybe, just maybe. There was hope.

That one day, he would be able to eat with them like he once did, and maybe they would accept him as their beloved family member once again. But reality got to him however, there was no chance of that happening. He couldn't see it happen. It would never happen, it simply never would.

Pushing away his thoughts, he approached for the exit. A hand on the knob as he twisted it, pulling it open before he could make the first step out of his house. What caught him by surprise however, there was a blond by the door. His golden locks fell in disarray, a hand brushed in his pockets while the other was raised to knock on the door before the brunet had already opened it. Izaya felt his heart fluttered immediately at the sight of him, he didn't know why but he unconsciously smiled at the other.

"The hell you smilin' at, flea?"

Instead of a smile returned, it was a scowl. Izaya was reeled back into reality once more, but his smile remained, this time with an intention to hide his vulnerability. Clicking his tongue and releasing the grip on his bag, he leaned on the frame, faking an arrogant smirk like he always did.

"Tsk, must you always be rude, Shizu-chan? I was smiling, what's wrong with that?"
"I wouldn't be if you weren't a prude. And stop calling me that, damn it!"

Ouch, that hurts. The brunet could feel a scar engraved in his chest, but that was probably his imagination. His heart, now yearned desperately for the blond to see pass through him. To look through him. To see that the he was in pain ever since. However, Izaya being Izaya, he tried to discard the pain; reminding himself that he was used to it. Used to the pain. Used to have people shouting at him. Parting apart his lips, he was about to shoot back a witty comeback but a squeal got to him.

"Shizu-chan!"

In a flash, the scene before him changed and Izaya now felt a heavy tug on his heart, as he watched the two together in an embrace. He frowned, only to be replace by one of his fake smile instantly. When they pulled apart, Shizuo was not scowling anymore but rather smiling sincerely, gazing down at the other brunet whom clung onto him. How funny, he mused, pushing himself off the frame to close the door behind them, the pair had already walked away and they were in the lead, Izaya trailing after them. Like a third wheel. Well, not that he isn't.

The whole time they walked to school, Izaya had been intently surveying Shizuo and Psyche. They seemed so perfect; they were exactly opposite yet they were so similar. Both were impatient and feisty, but Psyche was approachable, while Shizuo gave off this dangerous aura. It was also amazing how the two never fought over anything, they acted like a couple. They weren't one, but Izaya knew the moment he looked at them both. They were in love. It was so obvious. After all, Shizuo refused to be called by a pet name from anyone, not even Shinra. when it came to Psyche, it was different, Shizuo didn't mind his younger brother calling him 'Shizu-chan'. He didn't mind at all.

About few minutes later, they finally arrived at the school gates. The trio parted, Shizuo went with Psyche while Izaya headed into the other direction. Their lockers were located in different sections, which made the brunet felt grateful. He didn't know why, he wanted to see the blond but whenever his brother intervened, he envied them to the depths of his heart. It pained him.

Shaking off his thoughts, he pulled out his schedule from his bag. Chemistry was the first period he had, and a thought came to him in a second. There was a test upheld today. Izaya gave out an irritating sigh as he rushed off to the lockers section. But what he discovered caught him by surprise. By the time he had opened his locker, his books were gone. All of them. Gone. Panic settled in the petite teenager's mind, for he hasn't revised any of the notes given yet.

He needed the notes now. He badly needed them. He needed- wait, no- he has to score a perfect mark for this test. But where could the books have-

"Look, the freak is searching for his books!"

From the corner of his eyes, three male students leaned against the other corners, sneering as if they were satisfied. "What're you going to do for the test now, huh? Going to offer some blowjob to teacher so you could get an A?" One of the jocks mocked. At this point, Izaya only smiled, confidence laced in his tone as he began to speak back.

"That's a good idea, actually."

And that said, he closed the locker with a slam. Walking away as he ignored the glares in which he had received.

Author's note: God, I can't believe that I actually managed to write and update another chapter after I published it. Anyway, the tracks part shall be explained soon. Not in the near future, but definitely soon. Anyway, I'll spoil a little part of the ending here. The pairing in the end would be Izaya/Shizuo. Keep supporting for me to continue, guys! Because believe it or not, I need support to actually have the inspiration.