Shizuo whipped his head around to see the black clad informant leaning against the counter, arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

The blonde clenched his fist and stood up abruptly, as the twins hopped out with a look of distress on their face. He walked out from around the table, growling slightly as Izaya smiled and shrugged, chuckling.

"Oh, did I ruin a moment? Like I would care much if you're getting so soft. You really should stop, your becoming to human. And you know if you were human, that means I'd have to love you. And that's just icky~"

Izaya found it humorous to find his sisters clinging to the beast of Ikebukuro. And it was hilarious that the so called beast was warming up to be a soft puppy toward them. It made his stomach twist and his heart clench in a sickening way.

Of course, he wouldn't dare think of it being signs of anything else but hatred and humor. There was no way he could be jealous.

Oh fuck it, he can't deny even that. He really couldn't help it. And he knew it. He may not be human, but he still had emotions - despite common belief.

He had just spent the entire day running around his beloved city, searching for probably two of the most important people in his life. The informant wouldn't openly admit this, but his sisters were the only ones that could understand. Understand him.

It's not like he had a terrible childhood. His parents were decent. Sure, they weren't around all the time, but at least they didn't beat him like some other kids he grew up talking to on the internet. The only problem in his life was the loneliness. Growing up alone, he talked to himself and the people he watched around him. He became friends with information, and found security in knowing things others wouldn't know.

He was outgoing, yet shy. Alone, yet always around others. He was brilliant, yet too timid to speak.

It all changed when the twins were born.

Suddenly, his parents were around more often. They would spend more time with the family. Not Izaya personally, but with everyone in the same room together. It was forced, and awkward. Izaya disliked it, and spent most of those times just observing.

But he decided that he would tolerate these knew humans in his life, and would grow up with them and teach them how to survive when his parents got bored and moved on. Because they always did.

So he cared for them. Raised them. Protected them. Not always in front of them; no, his pride was ego was too big for that. He had a reputation to uphold of course. So, when they were threatened, he would stick up for them. But whenever they were around him, he'd act indifferent.

He was also sure that his…strange views on life had rubbed off on them too. In a sense, he created a double headed monster, with the way they acted as one being. A being he couldn't control.

Kind of like Shizu-chan.

Izaya inwardly sighed, as he blocked out Shizuo's hateful ramblings. He glanced over at his sisters for a moment, and saw that they had a look of disappointment on their faces.

Ahh, that was why he was feeling this way. Because they preferred the brute over him. They loved the monster more than their kin.

But it makes sense; that monsters would love a monster.

Either way, it rubbed Izaya the wrong way, and made him ticked off. The fact that Shizu-chan was so precious. And catching the tail end of that conversation made him even sicker. How dare that imbecile be so kind and so thoughtful toward them. How dare he protect them. After all the years he has done that.

He sighed openly and shook his head, pushing himself off the counter and gliding toward Shizuo with a lucid smile on his face.

"Ahh, Shizu-chan, I'm not here to pick a fight. I'm here to pick up the two pests you got caught on you. Now, if you'd please move, I'll take them away and leave."

"Tch, like hell you'll leave. You're gonna grab 'em and then do something to piss me off. Like you always do!" Shizuo yelled. Everyone surrounding them in the shop froze, or slowly made their way to the door. No one wanted to be near Shizuo and Izaya.

The informant laughed, "I hardly have to do anything to make you angry, Shizu-chan. That's what's so fun about you! Besides, I already said I'm not here for you."

"Bullshit! You try to piss me off 99.99% of the time whenever you even catch a glance! This time won't be any different, except now you have to deal with your sisters too!" Shizuo barked.

"Why don't you try to believe in that .01%, hmm? Wouldn't that be interesting?"

"Fuck off."

Izaya ignored Shizuo and looked at his sisters, narrowing his eyes to let them know the authority of the situation. "Mairu, take your sister and leave. I have a feeling Shizu-chan won't be able to control himself, and I don't think you'd like to be hurt much, would you?"

There was no argument. Only little hesitation stopped Mairu from taking Kururi by the hand, and walking past them and out the door. They glanced back at Shizuo, and smiled a bit, giving the blonde a thumbs up; a gesture in which they hoped Shizuo won the battle with Izaya.

Shizuo visibly trembled as he grit his teeth and tried to suppress his anger. He was only vaguely aware of the employee's and customers frozen with fear. He swallowed and forced himself to take a calming breath.

"Mairu and Kururi were having fun! And you just had to ruin everything!"

"You don't know my relationship with them." Izaya stated firmly, venom dripping from his voice as he stepped closer. Shizuo followed his movements, fists clenched.

"I know enough! You don't give a shit, and you just like to fuck with their lives. Just leave them alone and let them be kids! They don't have to grow up to be as sick as you!"

Izaya whipped out his blade and pressed it against Shizuo's throat, red eyes gleaming deadly in the fluorescents lights. Shizuo growled, feeling the sharp blade digging into his skin and chaffing it a bit. Not enough to cut, but enough to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

"You don't fucking know anything, Shizuo. You have no idea what I do for them. And you have no right to be with them."

"Then why did they run, huh? Doesn't seem like they want to spend time with you." Shizuo sneered. He only had a split second to lurch back as Izaya pounced, slashing his blade in the air where Shizuo's neck was.

With a hiss, Izaya flung his blade at Shizuo, lodging it deep into the wall next to his head. Shizuo felt his temper snap as he growled and threatened to lift up the bolted table from the ground. However, Izaya was ready and jumped on the table, tackling the weaker blonde to the floor, ripping out a new blade from his pocket and holding it above Shizuo's face.

He panted and growled, his eyes set on Shizuo's forehead as his hand trembled from his tight grip. Shizuo even was frozen for a moment, staring up at the blade that would arc downwards and cut deep between his eyes.

But he faltered, when his grip on Shizuo's neck forced the blonde to cough. Izaya's eyes widened for a moment before he remembered. Remembered why he was here. Why Shizuo was weak. Why Kururi and Mairu were upset and why they wanted to be with Shizuo so bad.

Everything happened in only a second, but in that short moment of time; Izaya decided to do something he never would have thought of before.

Izaya let go of the blonde, stood up shakily, and fled.