Chapter 2: House-call
It was morning when Izaya finally made his way back to his apartment. He was soaked through from the rain that had only just started to let up. He kicked his soggy shoes to one side, and let his jacket slip from his shoulders and onto the floor with a wet sound. The front door was locked so Namie wasn't around, not that it mattered much, he was however slightly relieved there were no scrutinising looks at this time.
Once he was in his room he started to strip, throwing his wet clothes over the radiator and changing into a fresh pair of grey shorts and white socks, he didn't bother with a shirt just grabbed a dark magenta hoodie from the drawer and pulled it over his head. Though his hair was still damp he didn't hesitate to crawl on top of the bed to bury his head in the soft pillow.
He was tired, but for some reason he felt utterly restless. He tossed and turned back and forth but couldn't get comfortable. His head was starting to hurt, probably a sign of fever from being out in the cold, wet weather all night. ‘Oh great, that’s all I need!’ he thought. He turned to lay on his back and just stared up at the blank ceiling. He suddenly realised he was still clinging on to the black bow tie he had snatched from Shizu-chan's neck. He glared at it for a long time, just staring at it, before crushing it in his palm and hurling it across the room not caring where it ended up, as long as it was out of his sight. He didn't know why he had even taken the damn thing, perhaps to piss off Shizuo some more, that had to be it.
In his mind he kept replaying yesterday’s events over and over. He tried to focus on anything else; like the appointments that were lined up for the rest of the week, or the blackmail he had stashed away and how he should go about using it. But no, all he could picture in his mind was Shizu-chan, his knife at his throat and the bitter taste of blood on his tongue…the taste that still lingered at the back of his throat.
“Tsk disgusting!” He bit his lip and smacked his forehead, which only made his head hurt more.
Izaya still couldn't figure out how it had all gotten out of hand so fast. He never acted on impulse, he didn't even remember registering the thought. He just felt every nerve in his body fly into action without conscious control by Shizu-chan words. It wasn't even that he had been offended, he had just…reacted. One of the main reasons he loved his precious humans so much was because of their reactions, he wanted to witness all of them which lead him to create situations, predicting what would happen and seeing if it were true, which most of the time it did.
Shizu-chan was a particular interest because he wasn't human. His reactions were usually all the same - he’d get angry and throw something, ‘like a child’ he mused with a slight chuckle. Izaya had expected no less today. But something had changed, something he had not been able to predicted, Shizu-chan had changed the game. Curious by this sudden shift, Izaya had reacted in a split-second, believing that Shizu-chan would resort back to his usual self after what he did…yet he had been wrong again!
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a creaking door. Izaya bolted upright, and immediately regretted it when his vision went slightly blurry and he swayed from dizziness, his head was killing him! He was annoyed more with himself for not sensing someone approaching earlier, he was slightly losing his edge, and Izaya never liked to lose.
For a single heart-stopping moment he thought it was Shizuo, but slightly relaxed when the “nii-chan” part was added…just slightly.
A girl with brown eyes, matching long brown hair tied in two plaits, and pink spectacles poked her head from behind the door.
“Ooohhh so you are here!” The girl cooed, skipping into the room.
Izaya couldn't actually believe it, he stared blankly at his younger sister Mairu, raising an eyebrow. He glanced towards the door just in time to see another girl with the same exact brown hair, but in a shorter style with a much calmer demeanor compared to her sister’s bubbly entrance. Kururi slowly tilted her head in Izaya’s direction as she walked to stand next to Mairu.
No one said a word for a good 2 minutes, before Izaya finally gave in.
“What are you doing here?” Which seemed a pretty reasonable question to ask, considering he didn't see his sister’s often…if ever! And they certainly didn't pay random visits to each other.
“WOW Izaya-nii your rooms huge!” Mairu exclaimed twirling round to emphasise her point, carrying on as if he hadn't spoken. She ended up flopping down across the end of his bed, imitating a snow angel.
“It is rather big.” Kururi added, in a melancholy voice her expression not wavering. She came round the opposite side of bed and just like Mairu flopped back onto the bed, with not near as much exaggeration.
Izaya sat there not sure what to do, he wasn't thinking clearly and he wasn't in peak form so he had to be careful. Sure they were his younger sisters, but he made it a point in life to never look down on them, or underestimate them in anyway, they were not all they appeared to be.
“What do you want?” He grumbled while clutching his forehead, he started to feel very warm and his breath started coming in short pants.
“AH Izaya-nii your so mean!” Mairu wined, looking at him with a hurt expression.
“We were nearby.” Kururi stated.
“Yeah and we wanted to see what our big brother-nii was up to!” Mairu beamed.
Somehow Izaya doubted that, but he didn't bother to question their motives.
“If you must know I was asleep.”
Mairu rose up on her hands and knees and crawled towards him giggling. Izaya looked up at the noise, and was meet with a dead serious expression.
“You can’t lie to us Izaya-nii.”
Izaya’s gaze wavered ever so slightly under Mairu’s intense stare, looking directly into his eyes. He noticed behind her Kururi was looking the same way, expression still the same but that didn't make the eye-contact she was giving him any less intense.
That’s when Mairu expression dropped suddenly to a rather innocent face, looking up she placed the back of her hand to her brother’s head. He shivered slightly from the coldness of her hand meeting his flustered hot skin so suddenly. Mairu gasped and her eyes widened.
“Kururi-nii quick call Shinra-san Izaya-nii’s got the flu!” Mairu flayed her arms about frantically while Kururi slowly rose up off the bed and brought out her phone.
Izaya quirked a brow at her reaction, and let out a deep sigh. “That won’t be necessary.”
Both girls turned to him.
“Eh! But your face is all red!”
“And your breathing's ragged, I practically burnt my hand when I touched your forehead!” The spectacled girl blew on her hand and shook it lightly as if cool it.
Izaya could have done without the drama, sighed deeply wiping his forehead clearing the sweat that had started to form. He felt like an oven, his breathing was ragged and his eyesight kept going in and out of focus.
“Don’t be stupid, I just need some rest, so if you don’t mind…” He waved his hand gesturing for them to leave, but neither girl made any attempt to.
Mairu pulled a quizzical look as if she were thinking and scratched her head. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers.
“I know let’s make some soup!”
Izaya blinked slowly.
“Great idea Kururi-nee, soup always helps!”
Izaya didn't even get a chance to protest before Mairu leapt off the bed and dragged her older sister out the room with her.
He sighed in defeat, deciding to lay down and try to rest again. He was starting to doze when he heard banging and crashing from the kitchen area, it only bothered him for a moment before he was half asleep.
“EAT UP IZAYA-NII!”
Izaya winced from the sudden burst of noise right near his ear. He turned over leisurely before being presented with a small tray and a bowl of steaming soup. He gazed up at his sisters who were both looking at him expectantly. He rolled his eyes before reluctantly accepting the tray. He dipped the spoon in the mixture and was just about to eat it when he eyed both girls suspiciously.
“There isn't any poison in this by any chance is there?" He raised an eyebrow, just because they were his sisters didn't mean he trusted them altogether.
“Aw you really are mean Izaya-nii, we wouldn't do that to you.” Mairu beamed with her eyes closed, while Kururi just shook her head from side to side in agreement with her.
Izaya wasn’t completely sure about that, his sisters always made a point of saying they would gladly see him dead if they could get a chance to meet their precious idol Kasuka a.k.a Shizu-chan’s younger brother. That was an ironic situation in itself.
Too tired to really think too much into it Izaya began eating the soup, it tasted fine and he managed to eat the whole thing without any problems.
“There we go, you should feel good now?” Mairu took the tray and placed it on the side table.
Izaya couldn't help but chuckle at that moment. The two sisters who he hardly saw or took the time to talk to, were here now in his apartment making him soup to help him feel better.
Suddenly he heard the slight snip of metal and snapped back to reality. Whilst out of it Mairu had been busy handcuffing him to the bed post…
“WHAT THE…?” Izaya screeched only to have Kururi push him down, letting Mairu seize his other wrist and snap the other cuff on. It struck Izaya that the cuffs had pink fur decorating them. He felt more heat rise to his face, which had nothing to do with his fever.
“There we go!” Mairu said triumphantly dusting her hands off.
“Shall we call Shizuo-san now?” Kururi inquired.
He nearly passed out from shock, that and the excess heat in his face was making him lightheaded.
TO BE CONTINUED...