The two informants

Shizuo sighed glancing at the closed bedroom door. "What?" He still wasn't happy with the stunt Izaya had pulled. "Its dangerous for Kanra to become someone else. It won't work again. It barely worked the first time." The faux blond shuddered slightly remembering everything that had happened. "Shizu-chan. Kanra needs to remain as she is."

He knew that. "Flea, As long as she's happy, I don't care. I'll protect her." His lover laughed bitterly. "Yes, because you did such a good job last time. Who was it that pulled her out of that fire while you were trapped under some stairs? She needs both of us protozoan." Clenching his fist, the pair glared at each other.

"Do what you want, I'll continue to watch over her and you're still sleeping on the sofa tonight." Shizuo didn't care if the flea was pouting or not, opening the bedroom door, Mikado smiled up at him. "Feeling better?" The teen nodded hopping from the bed.

"Much. Can you burn the dress for me?"

The red rings were still there around the small ankles, making him want to throw something at his lover. "No! We can use it again a-" Shizuo slammed the door.

"Thanks." The teen clung to him, crawling into his lap as he sat down. Using his foot, the chest of drawers slid over and blocked the door.

"Hey open up." Ignoring the banging on the door, the pair shared a quick kiss.

"Should I put the wig back on?" To him it didn't matter but the flea was right. "I guess I'm staying as Kanra for now..." Gently cupping the teen's chin, Shizuo kissed him again not liking how upset his lover looked. "For now you can be whoever you want." Mikado grinned at him tipping them backwards. "I love you, Shizuo."

Neither one noticed the banging had stopped, the two lost in each other as they made out on the bed. "That wasn't nice, Shizu-chan." Izaya put his knife away climbing through the window. It didn't mean anything to him that this was the highest floor in the building. "Kanra, what are you wearing? You're a girl, these don't suit you."

Nudging the brute out of the way, Izaya climbed onto the bed, fingers sliding under the waist band to slide the boxers off. The teen's eyes lit up in anticipation. "Get dressed Kanra, we have work to do." Mikado nodded silently watching as Izaya struggled with the chest, left the room and discarded his boxers.

"Ah! I have work too." With a quick kiss the blond was gone leaving him alone.

Mikado rummaged though the drawer pulling out a pair of panties, maybe next time he would be able to buy some more boxers. Fixing the wig back on again, the long raven hair fell over his shoulders. With a sigh the teen reached for the make-up.

"Good morning, Izaya-nii." Kanra smiled walking slowly to her desk. Sharp crimson eyes looked over her following her legs since she was wearing yet another high neck top and a skirt. Pulling the chair back she took a seat. Her desk was right beside her brother's but far away enough that Izaya could spin safely around in his chair without hitting her.

Usually the older raven would say something but since his secretary had just walked in, there was nothing he could say. "Good morning Namie-san." The raven haired woman glared at her boss, sending a smile her way. "Good morning, Kanra. Do you want a drink or something to eat?" Izaya was ignored completely.

"Namie-san, where's mine?" Hands on hips the woman glared at him.

"Get it yourself, you should know where the kitchen is." With a sigh Kanra turned on her computer. It was the same every morning. "Why are you so nice to Kanra then? I'm the one that pays your pay check." She could see Namie gritting her teeth.

"Fine! I'll make you a damn coffee." The day had just begun and already Izaya had pissed the secretary off.

Once the computer had finished starting up, Kanra typed in her own password to login. It had been a good step to become a trainee informant and Izaya's partner. At first she hadn't been trusted at all, except for the accidental meeting with Shiki. Her progress had been slow since Izaya was notoriously known as the best.

It had started with a few small cases, tracking down missing pets and whatever her partner passed to her that he didn't view as dangerous. In reality while she was working, Kanra wasn't supposed to leave the apartment. If she did it was under the supervision of her other lover. "Thanks Namie-san." Usually all three would wake up in the morning, one of them making breakfast depending on energy levels and who could move.

Dragging the plate in front of her Kanra started on her toast, taking quick bites as her stomach reminded her that she was hungry. Blowing on the hot liquid she took a sip. When she was with Izaya there was a need to feel grown up. When she was with Shizuo she could act as spoilt as she wanted. "Namie-san! You put sugar in this."

Shaking her head Kanra opened her emails, as well as the Dollar's message board and the chat room. No one was on in the chat room, there was nothing interesting on the message board. The gangs had settled down. Closing them both down it was time to get to work.

The first few requests were searching for missing cats. With a sigh Kanra shook her head. They were regular clients. How did someone manage to lose a cat that much? Marking the emails as unread she looked for something more interesting. Old habits died hard, the curiosity to be extraordinary was an ongoing problem.

The next one was a cry for a help. "Izaya-nii, I think this is your one." Crimson eyes glanced up from where he was arguing with Namie. "Oh? Let me see." The main informant stood behind her, head resting on her shoulder as he read from the screen. Izaya was slightly clingy and very possessive. "Ah! Yeah, that one is for Nakura. Forward that one to me." Doing as instructed the email was deleted.

"Izaya-nii, you can get off me now." Her heart was quickening.

"Hm? Why is that? Kanra." That smooth voice was like silk against the shell of her ear. Kanra clenched her fingers trying to calm the rising fever running through her body, her face was already on fire."

"If you two are going to openly flirt, then I'm going home." Namie was watching them a bemused look on her face.

In response Izaya's hands drooped around her neck. "Like you can talk. You know you want to be all over Seji-kun."The new mug slammed down on the older raven's desk, hot liquid spilling everywhere.

"Hey! You're cleaning that up." The secretary smirked slipping a hand into her pocket. "Ugh. I forgot he gave you his number. Don't you dare call Shizu-chan back here." Kanra coughed quietly.

"Can I get back to work?"

Now she was on her way to becoming well known and she had something Izaya didn't. A heart. Kanra could openly sympathize with her clients, while her brother took the more clinical approach, so if it was something upsetting and delicate, it would be down to her. It meant though that there was a fair few requests for love advice.

It was close to lunch that there was a knock at the door. Since the blond had a key it wasn't him. "Namie-san." The secretary glared at him opening the door.

"Oh great. Come in." A girl with long hair and red eyes came in. Immediately Kanra knew what this was about.

"This one is yours." Shooting her own glare at Izaya, Kanra stood to greet her new client.

"Hi there. I'm Kanra the informant, you need my help?" The girl sniffled nodding her head. "Namie-san, please can you make some drinks?" Namie nodded walking away.

"At least some people ask." Gently resting a hand on the girl's shoulder, Kanra guided her into the private room that had been set up. That was the bad thing about having the desks side by side. If it was anything dangerous she would be involved for overhearing.

This way they had privacy. Slowly closing the door, Kanra showed her to her seat. "How can I help you?" Most likely it would be therapy again. The girl sniffled bursting into more tears. This was going to take a while. "My fiancée. I think he's cheating on me."

"What makes you think that?" The room was small but cosy with window access for a quick escape if need be. The chairs were large and comfortable, where you could sink into them, the table small but fit in with the rest of the room.

In her hand she held a clipboard and pen, jotting down the details. "When we first got together-" The door opened, Namie walking in and carefully placing the mugs down. "Thank you, Namie-san." The long haired raven left the room shouting something at Izaya.

"Um, when we first got together we would always be together, we were happy. Then I got pregnant and he proposed." Kanra could see the small bump and the silver band. "But lately he's been distant. My calls always go to voice mail, he doesn't come home until late. I think he's...cheating on me."

Kanra remained silent. The girl was in a delicate position and the first time she had been careless and Izaya had to fix things as Nakura. "Are you sure he isn't working extra shifts for you and the baby?" She was just a kid herself, this was out of his league.

"No. We have a joint bank account, I see everything that goes in. I brought a statement with me." Kanra took the folded piece of paper opening it. She recognized the restaurant name and the hotel. "I've never been to either of these places."

In this case, it was pretty open and shut but without proof there was nothing she could do. Her answer was going to make things worse. "Do you want to wait here? Or I can call you back?" The girl shook her head. "I'll wait here." Kanra nodded.

"Then I need a few more details from you."

Closing the door, Kanra sighed making her way back to her desk. "What's wrong? Kanra." Shaking her head, the chair was pulled back. Slumping in her seat, her fingers quickly went into the programme Izaya had set up. Though legal or other means, her brother and now her had access to every camera in Ikebukuro.

The client had given her the statement along with a photo of her fiancée. Going into the cctv inside the restaurant, Kanra backtracked to a week ago when the money was taken. "Crap!" Sure enough there was the guy in question, his arms draped over another woman. It didn't look like a co-worker the way they had their tongue down each other's throats.

Kanra felt miserable as she printed off all the incriminating evidence she had found. Opening the top drawer she took out the legal documents as well as her partner's business card. "Be careful Kanra." With a nod of her head, the teen steeled herself taking the pile into her sobbing client.

Gently closing the door, she took a seat wondering where to start. "Hikari-san, I've finished my investigation. I'm sorry. I've got the evidence you need, along with some legal advice. I have a friend who is a doctor, he can help you with any thing you need for the baby. This is someone you can talk to about anything. I'm sorry."

The girl wiped her eyes shaking her head. "No, its okay. I knew what was happening. Thank you for your help. For now I'll go back to my parent's house, until I figure out what to do. Its not just me I have to think about." Kanra blinked as the girl hugged her tightly. "Can I ask you to do one more thing? Please return this to him and let that know what he is."

Kanra remained seated long after the girl had gone. She wasn't a good judge of character but it looked like she would be just fine. The silver band sat on the table where it had been left. The door opened footsteps sounding behind her. "Take a break if you need to." Standing up she let Izaya sit down, dropping into his lap. "Izaya-nii, how do you do this? You find pleasure in people's pain but for me it hurts. I just ruined that girl's life."

Izaya's fingers played with her hair, her head rested on his shoulder. "Its my job to watch over my precious humans. Suffering is part of their lives. You helped free her Kanra. She'll leave him and start again. Her whole future will be planned around raising that child." Kanra narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"How do you know that? I didn't say anything." Izaya only grinned.

"I observe people, remember? I have a client in half an hour so I'm going to need this room." Nodding her head her fingers tightened not wanting to leave just yet. "We can stay here until then." Kanra smiled closing her eyes. "Thanks, Izaya-nii."