"Iza-nii!"

"(Wake) up."

"Come on let's gooooo!"

Izaya groaned and sat up on the couch, staring at the front door through crust covered eyes. The pounding and muffled screaming from the other side had woken him from a rough nights sleep. He grunted, feeling his body creak as he stretched. He hated falling asleep on the couch; it was bad for his perfect posture and stride.

He shuffled over and unlocked the door just as he heard the door starting to be pick locked open; most likely by Mairu.

He opened it abruptly, causing the twins to fall flat on their faces. They scrambled onto their knees and rushed forward, grabbing Izaya by his hands.

"Come on! You said you'd take us!" Mairu whined as she got to her feet and bounded around her older brother, making him slightly dizzy as he tried to blink the dizzy sleepiness from his eyes.

"Take you where exactly?" He grumbled as he retched his arm away, and headed toward the kitchen to get something to eat. He glanced at the clock and saw the time; 10:23 a.m. Damn…

"(Yuuhei's) new movie. (You) promised." Kururi whispered as she sat on the floor, fixing her crumpled skirt.

Ah…right. He had promised them absentmindedly while working a few months ago when the commercials started playing on tv. Izaya never planned on taking them, but if he went back on his "promise" now, he'd never hear the end of it. Besides, he really needed to get out of the house.

The past four days, Izaya had been holed up in apartment, working on a new lead for the Awakusu-Kai. Shiki had informed him that an underground gang was selling a new medication in their territory. It was rumored that this new drug had extreme healing properties, and was rumored to cure hard diseases such as HIV, Leukemia, Parkinson's, and some early strains of bacterial meningitis.

Shiki was mostly worried that the company was selling a cheap medication, and selling it for a higher price, claiming it was some miracle pill. A placebo as strong as this would most likely work for those desperate enough to try an illegal underground drug.

To be honest, Izaya didn't look forward for such a wishy-washy lead. But, it would pay the bills, so he grudgingly took the odder. It took Izaya almost a full 90 hours of research to discover only this much. He was exhausted, running on hardly any sleep or food. The last thing he wanted to do was go to some show with his sisters. But at least it'd get him out of the house. And he could possibly sneak in a nap during the movie.

"Aye aye, I'll take you. Just be quiet. I have a headache." he grumbled as he popped two ibuprofen dry. He reached into his cupboards to grab a box of cereal, and also ate that dry as he stumbled around his house in a tired daze. His sisters bounced around him, humming the theme song from the movie that they already learned from the commercials, as they waited for him to finish in the bathroom and get dressed.

Izaya leaned against the marble sink, staring into the mirror with a frown. He had bags under his eyes, and his hair was a mess.

"Tch…hardly looking like a sex God today, are you?" he sighed as he washed his face and ran a wet hand through his hair, causing it to stick up on end a bit. He shook the slightly damp hair, not willing to take a shower: too tired to deal with it. He lazily brushed his teeth, pulled on some jeans and a shirt, and hung his jacket on him; using his head like a coat rack for the hood.

"Alright pipsqueaks, lets get moving." He sang as he grabbed their hands, allowing them to drag him out of his apartment and into the elevator. Mairu eagerly button mashed the "main floor" button, and proceeded to bounce up and down as the doors closed, causing the entire elevator to shake. Izaya instinctively grabbed tightly onto the railing by the wall, glaring at Mairu, who had convinced Kururi to start jumping as well.

"Quit it." He growled through tight teeth. Mairu snickered and made a huge leap toward Izaya, causing the floor to rumble beneath him. He clung tighter to the metal railing, turning his knuckles white.

"What's the matter, Iza-nii? We're just jumping!~" She sang as her and Kururi bounced in circles.

"You're going to snap the cable and kill us." The informant grunted as he pulled his hood over his head, covering his paling face. "And I am not ready to die just yet."

"We will not die!" Mairu groaned as she stopped bouncing. Kururi followed her example immediately and murmured.

"Built (to hold a lot of weight. We can't) break it."

Izaya shook his head and chuckled, "Ahh, but you never know that!~ What if some rats got in the elevator shaft and chewed at the wires~ One bounce too many and down we go like body bag in Tokyo Bay!~" Izaya wiggled his fingers and made a slit throat gesture to emphasize his theory.

"Bullshit."

"Oh no, it's true! Didn't you hear? There was a group of kids in an elevator, and they were bouncing around and whoooooosh, down they fell to the bottom of the pit!~"

"You're just trying to freak us out!" Mairu argued, as Kururi glanced around a bit, suddenly unsure about the safety of the elevator.

Izaya grinned and winked, "Is it working?" He earned a few good slaps on the arms and chest for that, and proceeded to hold them by their hoods to keep them away. The trio laughed as the elevator came to a halt, and opened the doors.

Kururi and Mairu grabbed Izaya's hands tightly, and dragged him out of the apartment building, and into the streets, running as fast as they could to the nearest cinema; pushing and shoving their way through the crowd with the VIP passes, to make it to the front of the line, through the main doors, and straight to the candy counter to stock up on snacks.

Izaya gave them some cash and told them to find him in the theater when they were done splurging. He didn't think they heard him.

Yawning as he walked, Izaya went into the theater, glancing at his ticket to read the title of the movie he was about to see.

"The Lovers Door".

"Sounds like a chick flick…great…"

He stepped inside, ignoring all the raving fan girls that were crowding the seats closest to the center of the theater. He slowly worked his way up, hidden under his hood, until he reached the top row, and hid in the corner of the theater.

He sunk into the chair, pulling his knees up close as he closed his eyes, yawning again as he rested his head against the wall. He pulled his hood over his eyes, blocking out the light, and shoved some ear plugs in his ears to muffle the screams. He soon fell asleep, as the theatre darkened, and the screaming subsided for the loud opening music of the movie.