WARNING: Pirate AU.

I got this idea a while back and now am going to share it with all of you~!

I own nothing of the charracters

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Izaya lead the most normal of lives.

He woke up every morning, went to church, fed his chickens, milked his cow, worked on the docks as a bookkeeper, read many books and went to bed after supper.

It was a routine that kept him and his sisters fed. Not many could read in their seaside town so he made enough to keep afloat.

Well, almost.

He was young, he was pretty, and people liked him. The richest would pay to have his pretty face sit at their table most nights, just to be a statue to admire. His abnormally ruby like eyes were seen as an attraction to others.

They were much like the rising sun on the flag.

As his little sisters tarried on knitting work, playing with eggs and water prophecies, he'd be sitting outside working hard as he could under many eyes.

He'd milk Leela, the cow, and wipe his brow giving a glance to the sun. The crowd that'd gather would all admire his oddity, many left coins resting on the fence which he'd gather up once they cleared off.

At church he was a choir boy leading his fellows in song for he knew how to read the notes and lyrics with ease. He was an attraction even then.

At the market, at the fishing docks, everywhere he went people trapped him in their gazes. Gawked openly at him.

Izaya returned home late at night using only a single candle to see. He really didn't need it, his eyes were indeed special allowing him to peer into the darkness and see.

He crept through the entrance of his house, through the living room with the low ceiling, and immediately up the slotted wooden stairs into the bedroom. It was a usual peasant home. A kitchen with a ceiling high enough for him to stand and a grand fireplace, a living room on the other side of the fireplace to leech off of it's warmth. Through the doorway to the left of the entrance into the living room was steps. He built them himself to be inside now, and they lead to the singular bedroom where his sister's slept soundly.

The chimney ran through the center of the room, and he slipped around it looking at his sisters. Mairu and Kururi, asleep in the same straw bed cozy and warm.

He smiled gently, they were the only thing he really did care about. He worked until his eyes burned and fingers bled, until his patients with all the stares ran out, just for them to be safe and comfortable.

He slid off his blazer, and unclasped his boots. He owned few different clothes, most of the money he spent on such things went to the twin's dresses. They preferred to look rather high class, and he allotted them this under the promise that they will marry a higher classed man.

He wanted what was best for them.

He wanted them to be able to rest as easy as they did every night.

Laying down, he looked out the window to the moon, stars and shining sea.

He wanted them to be able to sail their way to freedom of this little wretched town.

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Izaya awoke to screams.

His sister's grabbing his arms as footsteps sounded up the small steps.

He was dazed for a moment, before grabbing his knife he pulled them to the far wall.

He was ready for anything, glaring at the entrance.

That was until Mairu began giggling.

Izaya frowned, lowered his knife, shot his little sister's a look which sent them running. He gave chase, and smirked when Kururi tossed up an old sock. He threw his knife with deadly accuracy pinning it over the door above Mairu's head.

She squealed, and laughed as he grabbed them both, falling back onto the floor in a mess.

"I say you did rather well this time." Mairu laughed, twisting around to face Izaya who was still dazed from being woken up so suddenly.

"Iza-Nii okay?"

"Iza-nii is tired." He said to Kururi closing his eyes, opting to remain laying on the old floorboards.

"How late?"

"The Baron insisted on five dances, and a dinner consisting of fish, clams, crab, and I think pudding. His wife wanted me to tell you two that the new gowns will be here by the end of the week, she wishes to see you both at the next ball."

This got tremendous approval from Mairu and Kururi, they loved the Baron's balls. He was an old man, owned the land the town's church was on and often spent money on lavish parties at the docks. He wanted people to treasure their homely village, and to celebrate the ocean which brought to them food, boats, and gold.

Mairu got up, and skipped down the steps followed by Kururi. Both, Izaya realized, were already in day dresses. Long yellow ones. He hated the yellow ones.

"Don't get your gowns dirty!" He yelled, still on the floor. He closed his eyes, cracking his back in the best stretch he thought he ever did, and relaxed again thinking on his dream.

He had been on a boat in it. There was singing around him. A voice coming out of him. Wind, salty sea spray, tears of joy. An arm around his waist from a blond.

He sat up, he didn't know any blonds. He knew of them, but not any personally.

Their town was full of black haired people.

The neighboring countries were full of black haired people.

He sighed, thinking that he was analyzing this too deeply, and finally got up for the usual day.

Downstairs he found Mairu had cracked her daily egg into a clear glass of water, and was watching it swirl slowly.

"What does your fortune look like now?" He asked, taking the fire stick from Kururi who rushed to the table to see it. "Another day of kn-"

"It's red today…" Mairu, her voice troubled, spoke, "That means something bad is going to happen."

"Wasn't that last weeks as well?" He asked.

"You were attacked last week!" Mairu protested his doubts, she had been very persistent in this minor witchcraft.

"That man had always tried to be handys with me," Said Izaya, cracking open three eggs into a small skillet over the fire. "It was only a matter of time for him to try to get into my pants."

"Ewww!" The twins groaned together.

"Iza-Nii that's not allowed."

"In church it's not allowed. It happens all the times with those pirates that never go." He began to make up a story to tell as he cooked their breakfast, "There's a blond pirate man known for loving those of all skins, hairs, and genders. He will bed the blondest of women, and even the black haired man. He is known for his furious anger, and will pillage until he has what he wants in his hands. He can lift his whole ship and carry it across land, crew and all inside. He is tall, and often confused for an angel, which is the best disguise for a blond pirate."

"Iza-nii…" Kururi was scared of the detail already, and he set down three plates with about a mouthful of eggs and bread for each other them.

"Steal, rape and burn is all he does, until he finds the one that can soothe the fire in his heart."

"Who is that?" She asked.

He decided to indulge himself in the fantasy, "A man of black hair who is smart, handsome, and has a heart willing to surround his."

The twins nodded to each other, seemingly believing his made up description.

They ate, and as the sun peeked through the living room window, he left for his day.

He left the next day the same, and the next the very same.

He woke up the third day to another bought of Mairu's tricks, and impressed his sisters with four perfect knife throws into small pieces of paper they had put around the room.

That evening, down by the docks he picked up the most luxurious gowns for his sisters. He walked up to his house, and paused for a moment in the small street, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

Looking to the water, past the docks brimming with life, he saw a masted boat. High sales, and no flag marking them. Something about it sent him unease.

"Mairu, Kururi your gowns." He barely entered the den, "I'm going to the bar. They might need me there tonight."

"Why?" They asked taking the packages, hugging them to their chests excited.

"Pirates."

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