Itty bitty chappy ;u; I just really wanna keep frequently updating. But I don't want to post everything I have at once! xD So i'm breaking it up into little bits! c: Enjoy!~ Also, I have hit 20k words in my word document! :D

Blinking his eyes open, Izaya yawned and shifted in his seat, curling against the wall again. He heard a slight muffle beside him, and felt something press against his shoulder. He grit his teeth and looked toward the annoyance, to find two young woman with worried expressions on their face.

"Is he dead?"

"No, he's not dead. Just asleep."

Izaya grunted and sat up, stretching as his back popped and cracked. He pulled the hood back a bit and pulled out the ear plugs so he could hear the two women better.

"May I help you?" He croaked, voice not perfect from just waking up. The girls shook their heads, clinging to their purses a bit.

"Oh no, it's just…you were there when the movie started, and never moved. We thought you were hurt or something." The taller one said, her strawberry blonde hair frizzing around her face.

Izaya laughed, "I am not homeless or hurt. I was just resting during the movie while my sisters enjoyed." He glanced around, looking at the crowd filing out of the cinema. "Speaking of sisters…"

"No one was with you when we came in." The short brunette said. She fixed her glasses a bit, and looked at her watch. "Maybe you slept though the first showing as well."

"First showing?"

"Yeah, it's almost 4. The third show must be starting soon."

Izaya bolted up and pulled out his ticket, forcing his blurry eyes to focus on the numbers. His ticket said his show was from 11:30 until 1:00. That meant…

"THOSE LITTLE BASTARDS."

The girls squeaked and stepped back as Izaya bolted out of his chair, and cursed loudly. He bowed a bit, smiling as he thanked the ladies for waking him up, before leaping over the seat and bounding down the aisles to the exit.

He pushed his way past people leaving and coming into the theater, making his way out into the lobby, where he frantically looked for his sisters.

"I bet Mairu did this. Let's go ditch Iza-nii and go out into the city by ourselves! Dammit Mairu!"

He rushed through the lobby, twisting around bystanders as he ran through the entire building. Shakily, he called their cells repeatedly, getting nothing but answering services. He sent multiple texts, with no replies. He was getting frustrated, and angry. The informant was reminded of his childhood, when the twins would escape him, and constantly get him into trouble for not keeping an eye on them.

"Dammit…" he grunted as he broke into a sprint, rushing out of the theater and onto the busy afternoon streets of Shinjuku. The streets were littered with humans during rush hour. He glanced both way down the street, panting a bit as he tried to focus.

"If I were them, where would I go…?"

"Tch, the only place they ever go." He scoffed, as he rushed toward the subways that would take him into Ikebukuro.