Snow blanketed Ikebukuro, cold wind whipping against people's cheeks as they huddled together trying to keep warm. Izaya watched from the warm premises of his large office, drinking some warm green tea. He sat on his couch, snuggling into his blankets with a sigh, "Silly humans," He chuckled, "Namie, why do humans still go outside when its horrible weather?" Namie growled,

"Izaya, I gave you your goddamn tea so you can shut the hell up," She snapped, rubbing her cold hands together. Izaya let out a sigh, and looked up when the elevator dinged,

"Welcome, Orihara Izaya is on break at this time," Namie grunted out. Izaya peered over the couch arch and stared at the two kids that entered. A blonde red-eyed boy was holding a folder to his chest with one hand and the other clutching the younger boy's hand. The younger boy had black hair and gold eyes, his thumb in his mouth as he sucked on it gently, staring at Namie with childish curiousity.

"We just want to give Orihara-san this folder," The blonde said softly, "We need to find our parents," He walked up to her and slid the folder onto the desk. THe small raven grinned as the red-eyed boy picked him up. "Arigatou,"

"Awigatou!" The little boy shrieked. The blonde trudged into the elevator and the doors slid close.

"That wasn't weird at all," Namie breathed out, "Izaya, get up from your lazy ass, you got a job to do," She taunted, waving the folder that the little boy gave her. Izaya groaned and got up from his comfortable couch to grab the folder before trudging into his desk. Izaya slowly opened the yellow manila folder and took out the small stack of papers. His red eyes scanned the papers,

"Delic Orihara," He blinked, "What the hell..." He grumbled, as he looked at the picture of the little boy that gave Namie the folder. "Seven years old, student at Ikebukuro Elementary," He shook his head before turning to the next page. "Psyche Orihara...what the hell is wrong with these kids? Using my last name, is this a prank?" He growled, when a small picture caught his attention and he stared at it long and hard. A blonde was in a wheelchair, the male's stomach was large, his eyes were shut as a smile split on the male's face. A hand was placed on his enlarged stomach, another male with raven hair and red eyes was also smiling at the camera, his arms wrapped around the other male's neck. His eyes widened, "N-N-Namie..."

"What is it now?" She growled out. Izaya jumped out of his desk and ran over to her with the picture in hand shoving it in her face.

"WHO ARE THEY?" He pointed at the red-eyed male in the picture. Namie blinked and stared at the male, her eyes widening.

"That...that looks like you and...Heiwajima..."