[Izaya's POV]

Like his mother had expected that he'd fall or need to sit down, there was a chair waiting for him just beside the door, just clear of the hotel desk enough for him to walk backwards and drop into it. Izaya settled there for a little bit, absorbing the new information given to him, unknowing if only a minute or ten had passed when he finally looked up at her again.

The informant had never been very close with his grandparents. He'd stayed with them for a long while when his father got hurt and went missing, he'd stayed in their home, stuck in the room just between his grandparents' and his sisters', and they'd given him meals to eat, a roof to be under, they even drove him to school every morning and picked him up and took him out when he'd asked to go somewhere - not that he had asked very often.

But despite all that, he could never really remember having a full conversation with them about anything, the most being them asking his day at school was. He could never remember a day when he wasn't nervous leaving Mairu and Kururi alone with them either; neither of his grandparents had seemed to take care of them very well or keep a close eye on them - Izaya would come home most days to find his sisters dragging him to their room to help clean or play with them or they'd drag him to the bathroom to help clean a cut that one of them had gotten that morning, the wound still undressed.

Even with the obvious neglect, emotionally for him and physically for his sisters, they were never too bad. They just seemed to not care and given that he looked exactly like his mother and not their son, he could understand that they felt no real connection to him. He would have imagined that they'd take care of Mairu and Kururi for the opposite reason, but hey, at least they didn't deny the three of them anything and they always had plenty of supplies around for Izaya to take care of them with.

Unlike his mother, who'd dumped them there, probably knowing how their attitude towards children was, and then taken them back only to leave Izaya alone and mostly in charge again, except this time without any family by his side. Comparing the two, his grandparents had been about three steps up in terms of parenthood. And now, those two "lovely" grandparents of theirs were gone, without him even knowing.

"When.. how did they die? They were both still- they were kinda young, weren't they?" Izaya finally asked, his voice hollow but still all there, an achievement even for him. Kyouko just gave him a small shrug of her shoulders, the action turning his shock into a bit of anger.

"Neither of them were very healthy with how they lived, you know that. Ate too much unhealthy food, didn't ever go out for exercise or anything like that." his mother started, Izaya barely paying attention as he waited for her to really answer his question. "Torakichi died first, in his sleep, and your grandmother.. Well, when she found out that her husband was gone, she practically gave up. She didn't eat as much and didn't talk as much, and when she got sick a couple weeks ago, she wasn't strong enough to-"

Izaya stood up suddenly, the chair hitting the desk behind him as he took a couple steps towards Kyouko. "She wasn't strong enough to fight it? Just how long had grandpa been dead!? A week, a month, half a year!? How long have you been planning on coming here without telling me?" he demanded, his tone raising with each question, his own disbelief fueling what little simmer of anger he'd held before into a flame. The woman in front of him didn't back down, obviously not thinking he was capable of making this physical.

"He died a little less than three months ago, dear.."

"And you're telling me now?" he asked, his voice suddenly quiet as he stared down at her. "You come here after three years of ignoring that I exist, that I'm your son, that you left me here to die and now you're telling me that the two people elder to me that really stood by me are fucking dead, and that they've been dead and no one bothered to call me!"

His mother was unwavering, the sad expression on her face staying but not getting worse as he went back and forth from yelling to whispering his distress. When he finally took a chance to breathe, she met his eyes. "Izaya, we haven't had any chances to tell you. Your grandparents were very loved in that town of theirs and everyone was coming to us to say sorry, and asking us if we needed something, if we needed help planning the funeral - Mairu and Kururi were shaken up about it, I couldn't call you and shake you up about it too."

The informant's eyes widened further, if at all possible, as he watched her from where he stood, his feet seeming to be glued where he was despite his desperate wish to strangle the person in front of him. "So you honestly thought it would be better to let me know now, when it's too late? You didn't think to call me when grandpa died so I could see grandma? Say goodbye to him and make her feel better?" he asked, whispering once again as he inwardly fought back tears, too busy being mad to be utterly upset yet.

Kyouko opened her mouth but was cut off again, the informant finally feeling like he could move, if only enough to take one more step towards her. "There was already a funeral, wasn't there? You planned a funeral and attended it and didn't even allow me the privilege to go with you or see them one more time.."

"The last time you went to a funeral, you were incredibly rude. How was I supposed to know that you wanted to attend this one?" Kyouko suddenly announced, her tone honest for once but so ignorant that he couldn't stand it.

"The question is how were you stupid enough to not ask me first!" the informant hissed, the look on his mother's face turning priceless as she finally did take a step back from him. "You haven't written or spoken a word to me in three years; at least Mairu and Kururi texted me when they got the chance or were bored or something, but you've just been ignoring me! You know nothing about me or my life now, the life you stuck me in, and you really think you still know me well enough to make decisions for me.. And now what? Why the hell are you even here? To irritate me? To let me finally know grandma and grandpa died..?" Izaya paused. "You're actually moving back here, aren't you?" he finally asked, Kyouko averting her eyes at the question. It had come out more like a statement though, and when Kyouko didn't say anything, Izaya finally dropped his shoulders, too tired to keep yelling or hissing or feeling upset with himself for this.

"Mairu and Kururi want their brother back, and there's no one left in that house to take care of. I thought it would be better to get them back in school here to meet people before they came for college anyway. They're very adamant on staying…" Kyouko finally admitted, the silence between them obviously being too much for her now. Izaya didn't give her a response though, just waiting for her to say something else, really anything else that would make him blow up again. He knew it was coming, he could tell, she was just avoiding things again. His mother looked up at him. "They still don't know what your job is, I haven't told them anything, but they can tell you don't like being here alone. They love you.." she added, her voice hopeful, like it would cheer him up to hear that and make him want to go back in the other room to hang out with them.

It didn't.

"That's great Kyouko, but I already knew that.. You could have at least said 'we'." the informant muttered finally, turning his back on her and stalking to the door that led to the hallway, not bothering to spare her a glance as he left.

Chapter 104!

So, what do you guys think of his mom and grandparents? Definitely almost the worst, but not quite.

Take note, all of this is in Izaya's perspective too, so what he thinks and what may be reality aren't completely together here, but most of what he thinks is completely correct - like his grandparents ignoring the twins and his mom running off to the countryside for safety. She did feel regret, she still does, but it's more like she feels bad for Izaya as a person, not really a son.

So yeah, his family sucks, but at least he has Kasu-kun and the twins! With those three, it'll be really easy to cheer up, if he lets them in during the next couple chapters.

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