Disclaimer: Don't own Durarara!

Warning: Minor sexual content (it's just simple necking), and Izaya being a seductive bastard

When Akane woke, she was groggy and her head ached quite a bit. She blinked blearily, slowly taking in her surroundings, realizing she was in an unfamiliar room. She glanced to the side, blinking slowly as she took in the scene before her.

That man, Rokujo Chikage, the one she needed to get rid of to keep her family safe, was lying down, his head resting in the lap of a really pretty blonde boy. The boy was asleep despite remaining balanced, sitting up, though his head was slumped forward a bit. One hand was lying limply behind Rokujo's head, while the other was being held by the man himself.

Akane blinked again. He was awake, she realized.

He was holding onto one of the boy's hands, their fingers laced and hands twisted around so that his lips could press into the boy's skin. His eyes, an odd combination between dark, dark green and brown, were staring up at the blonde with a tender expression one wouldn't expect from an assassin or a gang leader.

He looked sad, Akane thought, sad and happy at the same time, and it was weird. Why would he look happy if he felt sad? And why would he look sad if he felt happy? She didn't get it; she did understand, though, that he really cared about the pretty boy; maybe he even loved him.

Did the boy love him, too? Could Akane really tear them apart, even if it was meant to protect her papa and ojiichan?

She started, blinking in surprise when the man's eyes suddenly flashed toward her. She blinked again when the man smiled kindly, gently shifting in an attempt to not jostle the boy, though it didn't work. The boy blinked his eyes open groggily, glancing down at Rokujo before his eyes followed the redhead's line of sight, eyes opening more fully when he realized the girl was awake.

Kida shifted, gently forcing Rokujo to get his head off of his lap. Kida stood, leaving the room to alert Kishitani-sensei that the girl was awake, while Rokujo walked toward her, kneeling next to her. The blinked again, startling away from her with what looked like fear in her eyes.

"Oi, oi," He said, his voice soft and gentle, and she blinked again, this time in astonishment, "What're you scared of, huh? The girl that tried to shock me shouldn't be so scared of me."

She tilted her head at his words, blinking yet again when a soft smile spread across his face, but before anymore could be said, Shinra entered the room, ready to give her, her checkup.

Afterwards, she was moved to the living room, a warm blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and was given a hot cup of milk tea. The pretty boy knelt in front of her, while everyone else stood off a small distance, giving her some room.

"Can you tell us your name?" The boy asked, smiling softly.

"..."

"My name is Kida Masaomi," He continued, "Now, it's only fair if you gave me your name, too."

"...Akane," She said quietly, taking a small sip of her milk tea.

"No last name, then?"

She didn't want to give them her last name. After what she found out about her family, they would probably get scared if she said anything.

"Okay," He smiled, "Can you tell us why you tried to hurt Chikage? Did that idiot do something?"

"Oi," The redhead protested, though it only seemed to be for show.

"Ah, well..." Akane mumbled, stuttering slightly, "He told me that there was a hitman after my papa and ojiichan. I didn't want my papa and ojiichan to get hurt, so he taught me how to use a stun gun and gave me a picture of the hitman..."

"And... the picture was of Chikage?"

Akane nodded, glancing over at Rokujo, who looked more than a little put out, as well as confused.

"And... who told you this?"

"Izaya-niichan."

Kida's expression fell flat, while Shinra twitched nervously, glancing over at Shizuo, wincing at the large, violently throbbing vein in the man's forehead. Non, Kiyomin, Kana, and Sienna merely blinked in confusion, the name meaning nothing to them, while Rokujo stared at the back of Kida's head, seeing the unusual reaction from the boy.

"Izaya... said..." Mikado blinked slowly, sharing a look with Anri.

Kida sighed warily, "What else did he tell you?"

"He said that he worked with some people called the Blue Squares, and that Rokujo-san was going to hurt them, too, and he said that as long as I'm protecting my papa and ojiichan, I should protect them, too."

"The Blue Squares..." Rokujo muttered, "They're using kids now?"

"No," Kida mumbled, "Izaya's not..."

"Well, Akane-chan," Shizuo suddenly smiled brightly, and everyone in the room felt a shudder rush through them, "You see, it's all just a big misunderstanding. Rokujo-san is no hitman."

"Really?" Akane blinked hopefully.

"Really," Shizuo smiled, "See, Izaya is just an old friend of ours an we had a bit of a falling out, so I guess he's just trying to get back at us. I think I'll go over there right now and sort this whole thing out."

Tom sighed, both annoyed and wary, as Shizuo whistled a happy tune, exciting the house and calmly shutting the door behind him.

"Er..." Rokujo blinked, a nervous grin on his face, "What was that...?"

Kida closed his eyes, annoyance and a hint of sadness alight in his features, "I'll tell you later."

Rokujo understood. Kida will tell them without the presence of a child.

Kida turned his attention back to Akane, sighing sadly, before placing his hands on her legs gently, keeping her attention on him. Akane blinked in confusion at the sight of sadness in his eyes.

"Akane-chan," He murmured, "I know you might like Izaya - you wouldn't call him 'niichan', otherwise - but... you shouldn't trust him, okay?"

"I shouldn't...?" She asked, confused, "But-"

"Izaya is not a nice person, Akane-chan," Kida interrupted, voice still soft, but firmer, with a hint of another emotion the others couldn't quite place, "I know he seems like it, okay, I know. But, that's just what he does. He's charming and chivalrous, and he draws you in and makes you feel important and special, and he makes you feel like he cares about you and about the things that happen around you, but... it's all a lie... He pretends so that he can hurt you so much worse later on. Please, Akane-chan, don't... don't listen to him..."

Akane stared at him for a long moment, confusion shining in her eyes, but the sad and desperate look Kida gave her made it easy for her to believe his words, "Okay, Masaomi-niichan, I believe you. I won't listen to him anymore."

Mikado and Anri shared another look, this one wary and worried, while Rokujo narrowed his eyes in on the back of Kida's head. This Izaya guy, he did something, something that not only hurt Kida, but made him afraid. These weren't emotions Kida generally showed - playfulness, pettiness, flirtatiousness, anger, rage, happiness - these were things Kida had no problem conveying, but sadness and fear, those were emotions he kept hidden away from the world. For Kida to show them so freely, Izaya must have hurt him pretty badly.

Rokujo needed to have a talk with this Izaya guy.

Shizuo grunted, an animalistic note to it, as he continued to slam his finger against Izaya's doorbell, some part of him a little shocked that he hadn't crushed the button yet. His finger was bleeding, though, and he thinks it might be broken, but that didn't stop him from continuing to press it.

What the hell was wrong with this rat? Who the hell tricks children into trying to kill someone? Who does it by telling them their parents and grandparents are going to die if they don't?

Shizuo hates him so much.

Suddenly, the doorbell finally smashed, the button caving into the wall, and Shizuo growled. He gave up trying to be polite, shoving the locked door open easily, ignoring the crunching sound of wood splintering as he stepped into the room.

Izaya grinned at him from his seat at his desk, looking perfectly calm, as if the strongest man in the country, possibly even the world, wasn't enraged and standing in his living room.

"What can I do for you, Shizu-chan?" Izaya smiled, though there was a dark edge to it, "You should learn to make an appointment; unlike some people, I'm a rather busy man."

A muscle in Shizuo's jaw popped from clenching his teeth too hard before he took in a deep breath through his nose, jerking the broken door closed. He removed his sunglasses, placing them in his pocket before he and Izaya looked at each other for a long moment. There was a reason Shizuo immediately turned to punches or tossing the nearest heaviest object he could find as a dodge ball; he knew that he couldn't quite handle Izaya the way he wanted to. The man's quick, not just on his feet, but with his mouth, too, and it pissed Shizuo right the hell off. No matter what he did, he could never find an advantage over Izaya, not that it would matter - no matter what advantage you may have, Izaya would always put you at such a greater disadvantage that you had no hope of beating him at his stupid mind games. He was always one step ahead of you, and if you ever even manage to catch him off guard, he'll easily twist everything around until he had you whimpering at his feet.

Like right now; Shizuo was in the man's home, his sanctuary, and he could easily destroy it with his strength, but Izaya looked completely unfazed, his entire demeanor that of the playful, sharp, and venomous personality that Shizuo couldn't stand.

"Well, Shizu-chan?" Izaya asked, "Did you just come here to stare at me? If you did, I'd understand, but I would prefer if you didn't waste my time."

"What the hell are you doing?" Shizuo ground out, "Sending some little girl after a gang leader?"

"Oh?" Izaya grinned sharply, teeth glinting, "You know about that?"

"He was with me when she did it," Shizuo grunted.

"Hmmm," Izaya hummed, twisting his chair a little, "That means my plan won't work. She'll tell him I work with the Blue Squares, but you'll tell him otherwise. You always were good at screwing my plans over, Shizu-chan."

"What the hell do the Blue Squares have to do with this?"

"Why, Shizu-chan, you don't know?" Izaya crooned, as if he were speaking to a small child, "You and Kida-kun have become close, so I would have thought he'd tell you. The Blue Squares want to take the power the Alliance has over this city for themselves; I'm merely doing you a favor by turning everyone's attention onto the Blue Squares. It works out perfectly for me; their leader is quite pretentious."

Shizuo snorted, "He probably acts too much like you. I should've figured you wouldn't even have been able to handle yourself."

"You wound me, Shizu-chan," Izaya grinned before he stood, circling around his desk to stand in front of Shizuo, leaning back against the desk. Shizuo took his appearance in, unused to seeing the man without his usual fur coat, unused to seeing the slender body displayed in front of him. The slender body combined with the porcelain skin, silky black hair, and sharp brown eyes that glittered a pretty ruby red in the sunlight made for an enthralling picture. It only pissed Shizuo off even more; that someone so sinister could be so beautiful.

Izaya, of course, took notice of the ogling. He pushed himself from his desk, making his way over to Shizuo, smirking when the man tensed up further at his approach. He stopped directly in front of him, only a sliver of space between them, craning his head back to look up at the taller man, their breaths mingling together.

"You lack subtlety as always, Shizu-chan," Izaya's words were mocking, but held a promise within, and Shizuo's eyes narrowed. It's always been like this, even during their first meeting. This unspoken, violent attraction between them. Izaya tends to toy with it more than Shizuo, sneering out subtle, lewd comments, trying to goad Shizuo into finally initiating whatever it was between them.

"If you want to touch, I won't stop you. Not that I could, anyway. Not with your strength. You could make me do whatever you wanted." As he spoke, his tone low and seductive, he allowed the tips of his fingers to ghost over the growling man's vest, tugging lightly at the bow tie before Shizuo roughly grabbed his wrist, jerking his hand away from him.

Izaya snickered.

"Shut the hell up," Shizuo growled lowly, tightening his hold on the thin wrist.

You always do this, he thought.

"And explain," He finished.

Always, He thought, You always laugh so fucking happily whenever I show violence. Why?

Izaya grinned, teeth glinting sharply, mockingly, but he conceded, speaking slowly as if Shizuo wouldn't understand any other way, tilting his head and leaning further up so that his words hit Shizuo's lips, "As hard as it is to believe, I actually like the Alliance. It's interesting. I plan on keeping it safe. I saw an opportunity to do so when the Blue Squares hired me to get rid of their biker problem. I lied to Akane-chan, telling her I was a member of the Blue Squares, so that she would fight to not only keep her precious father and grandfather safe, but for the Blue Squares, as well. But, I am perfectly aware a child has no hope of defeating a grown man, and I also know that Rokujo Chikage is fond of children and would not harm her. She would tell Rokujo-san what I told her, which would make him think that the Blue Squares are playing dirty by sending children after him, and, in turn, he would allow his gang to play dirty. Which, considering the state the Blue Squares are in, would easily result in their defeat. Do you follow me, Shizu-chan, or do you need pictures?"

Shizuo ground his teeth together at the implied insult before asking, "And why Akane specifically? Why would she readily believe that there's an assassin out to get her family?"

"Ah, Shizu-chan, she didn't tell you?" Izaya smiled cheerfully, dark amusement alight in his eyes, and leaned even further in, lips brushing Shizuo's as he spoke softly, "Her grandfather is the kumicho [1] of the Awakusu-kai. Her father is next in line to take his place."

"... What?"

"Ah, it looks like you understand your situation," Izaya smirked, leaning back a little, "If I were you, I would return her to her family before they think you're the one who kidnapped her."

"You...! You-!"

"Hm?" Izaya smiled, "Me?"

"ARGH!" Shizuo roared, tossing aside Izaya's wrist, spinning on his heels and storming out of the room, doing his best to ignore Izaya in favor of getting back to the others before the yakuza did. They were already being drawn into another gang war; they didn't need the yakuza raining down on them on top of that.

"Good luck, Shizu-chan~!"

SLAM!

Izaya tilted his head back in amusement as Shizuo slammed the already broken door closed, breaking it even further, smile morphing into a crooked smirk.

"I hope to see you again soon, Shizu-chan," He murmured.

Masaomi shifted a little, attempting to find a comfortable position on the still bike, tilted slightly as it rested on its stand. It didn't work. He rolled his eyes, glancing over at where Chikage was. Rocchi said he had business to take care of, and it took Masaomi until now to realize that he meant gang business, illegal work. Chikage was far enough away that Masaomi couldn't hear him, but he could still see the dangerous smirk on his face as he spoke to what appeared to be a rather intimidated man. Masaomi looked away when the man handed Chikage money, glancing over the bike.

He shifted again, scooting up into Chikage's seat, placing both hands on the handles. He shifted, twisting the front until it was straightened out, curiously looking up at the road ahead.

He jerked, breath hitching in shock when the bike shifted, a weight settling behind him. Chikage leaned forward, encompassing him, placing his own hands over Masaomi's. Masaomi pursed his lips, feeling Chikage's breath brush over his neck.

"... You scared me," Masaomi muttered.

"Sorry," Chikage answered immediately, but Masaomi could feel his smirk when his cheek brushed his neck, "You want to learn?"

"...No," Masaomi murmured, nervously glancing around for anyone looking at them, "I was just curious."

"That's it?"

"It is," Masaomi stated, "I think I might prefer cars to bikes."

"Oh?"

"Cars are balanced on four wheels so I won't tip over, and they come with seat belts and are enclosed so, if I ever wreck, I won't go flying across the street," Masaomi's voice was airy and teasing, and Chikage felt a grin bloom across his face.

"Well, you won't be driving anyway, so there's no need to worry about that," Chikage's voice was mocking, and Masaomi snorted; Chikage had an unusual protectiveness towards his bike, but Masaomi never questioned him about it.

Masaomi jolted, ears flushing pink when he felt Chikage's breath and lips brush over them. His voice was husky and low, and Masaomi couldn't decide if he wanted to hit him for it or lean further into him. "You know what I'm curious about?" He said, "Why you started your little gang in the first place."

Masaomi shifted, but Chikage didn't budge, still leaning over him, his hands locking Masaomi's in place over the handles. "You always seem nervous or uncertain whenever you see me going over my business."

Masaomi snorted; 'business', he said.

Chikage grinned again, "Like that. But, as a gang leader, you really shouldn't be feeling these things, you know? You should be used to it. But, you don't do the things other gangs do; as it stands, you're just a bunch of kids hanging out together."

Masaomi paused for a moment before answering, voice soft, "It didn't start out this way. At first, it was just supposed to be a game, this fun little team. But, then more and more people started to join, and some of them got a little violent. I had to step up or people would've gotten hurt. With the way things had been going, people started to notice and we became a color gang."

Masaomi paused again, heartbeat picking up when he felt Chikage press his lips to his neck, and he ran a tongue over his dry lips before continuing, "It, It got out of hand, I think. People started challenging us to fights, and we had to defend ourselves. But, I... R-Rocchi-" Masaomi cut himself off, breath hitching when Chikage gave a patch of skin on his neck a curt lick before nipping it, the man linking their fingers together over the bike handles and squeezing his hands.

Chikage lifted his head, cheek brushing against Masaomi's, murmuring, "Go on," and Masaomi shuddered a little. He swallowed, attempting to catch his breath before continuing, voice a little shaky.

"I..." He paused again, looking contemplative even as Chikage continued to softly assault his neck, though the man paused at his next words, "It made me feel strong."

Chikage stopped, lifting his head. He removed one hand from Masaomi's, lightly grabbing the boy's chin and gently twisting his head around until he could look at him. "What does that mean?" He asked, voice soft.

"Fighting and winning, defending what's supposed to be our territory, earning the name 'Shogun,'... it made me feel strong," Masaomi caught Chikage's eye, "I've never felt that before. Every time I got close to the feeling, someone would take it away. Having this gang, it made me feel like I had control over something in my life for once, instead of someone else controlling it. I think... I think I may need my gang."

Chikage looked at him for a long moment before pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, and Masaomi blinked.

"Why are you doing that?" He murmured, and Chikage gave him a light smirk.

"Because I like you," He stated it casually, but Masaomi merely stared at him. Chikage had come to realize that Masaomi didn't get flustered like the other people he flirted with did, at least not easily, and it was almost disappointing. He kind of wanted to see what the honey-eyed brunette would look like with a flush painting his cheeks.

"Okay," Masaomi said, as if Chikage didn't just confess to him, and Chikage snorted in response, amused.

"Do you want to know why I started my gang?"

Masaomi caught his eye again, a curious glint in them, and Chikage spoke, "My family was piss-poor. My parents didn't give two shits about me; in fact, I'm pretty sure I was an accident. My parents couldn't afford anything, and they didn't want me, so I sure as hell wasn't going to get anything. So, I took to stealing the things I needed. And, eventually, I just started taking whatever caught my eye."

"And the stuff you stole just got more and more grand as you got older, am I right?" Masaomi murmured, eyes half-lidded as he watched Chikage speak.

Chikage smirked, "Of course. When I was old enough, I started to take cars. And then motorcycles; I fell in love with those things, and I wanted to build one of my own, so I started stealing parts. I recruited a couple of guys. And then we just got bigger and bigger..."

"You needed control, too," Masaomi murmured again, and Chikage blinked, smirk fading, "Living in poverty doesn't give you a lot of options; you didn't have any more control over your life than I did. Stealing is what gave it to you. Leading your gang..."

Chikage smirked again, though this one was more bitter, muttering, "I did picture you as clever when I first saw you... Leading my gang gives me the control I never had."

"Yeah," Masaomi said softly, removing his free hand from the handle and lightly running the tips of his fingers over the bridge of Chikage's nose, and Chikage smiled a bit more genuinely, grabbing the hand and pressing a kiss to the palm. Masaomi watched his movements before leaning forward a bit, never letting his eyes stray from Chikage's. It was a bit more subtle than Chikage was used to, so it took him a moment to catch on, but he did close the distance between them.

And maybe their first kiss shouldn't have been in the middle of the street on his bike, Masaomi's head turned awkwardly to face him, but Chikage didn't mind. Not when Masaomi was letting him nip and run his tongue over surprisingly soft, plump lips. He was inexperienced, Chikage realized, but a quick learner, and he wouldn't mind spending the rest of the day in this spot, brushing his lips against Masaomi's.

When they broke apart, Masaomi let him lean more of his weight on him, head resting over his shoulder.

"I should probably take you on a date now."

Masaomi snorted, "Please don't."

"Maybe dinner. One of those really fancy ones."

"No."

"Some Western food; like steak and wine."

"I'm not even old enough to drink, idiot."

"I'm sure any restaurant we go to will serve juice."

"You don't listen, do you?"

"No, I don't," He smirked, letting his lips brush against Masaomi's once more, snickering when the by huffed into his mouth but let him kiss him anyway.

When everything had settled down some, Kishitani-sensei and Masaomi's friends taking care of Akane-chan, Rokujo followed Kida out of Shinra's home. He found the blonde in the backyard, sitting down and leaning back against the wall of the house. Rokujo sighed, taking a seat next to him and removing his hat.

"You want to tell me now?"

"Not really," Masaomi muttered, "But you won't leave me alone until I do."

"Right," Rokujo smirked, and Kida's eye twitched.

"Don't you need to check in with your gang?"

"Don't you need to check in with yours?"

Kida sighed, shaking his head irritably before glancing down at the ground, speaking quietly, "When I first came to Ikebukuro, I didn't know that it was where the Blue Squares were based. When I found out, I was so angry; I wanted them to pay just as much as you do. But, my gang's smaller, and the most of the people in it were inexperienced at the time, so I just did my best to ignore them. But, then they started picking fights with us, and I got mad because it was Saitama all over again, so I finally let my gang fight back. We lost. Badly."

Rokujo stared at him for a moment before asking, "And then... you met this Izaya guy?"

He watched Kida blink heavily, swallowing hard. "Yeah," He muttered, voice cracking, "Yeah, um... there was this girl, Saki. I thought... I though she was nice. She was one of the few friends I had made out here, and she introduced me to Izaya. He's an information broker, and he offered to help me out with the Blue Squares. We did so well with his advice, but..."

"But...?" Rokujo urged.

"Izumii got fed up and kidnapped Saki," Kida stated, and Rokujo was tempted to ask just who the hell Izumii was, but Kida's shaky voice made him refrain from doing so, "He called me, and he made me listen while he broke both of her legs."

Rokujo twitched, a scowl making it's way onto his face. What kind of cowardly asshole goes after some little girl?

"I tried to call Izaya for help, but he wouldn't answer," Kida continued, "And I... I was scared. I was too much of a coward to try and save her. But, Kadota-san was there; he helped her; he got her to the hospital. And I went to see her and... and I found out it had all been set up. She wasn't my friend by her own choice, Izaya sent her to me. She didn't get captured, Izaya told her to go to them. Izaya had been going behind our backs and speaking with the Blue Squares, he... he was pretending the whole time. He was manipulating me, and I still don't understand why."

Kida roughly rubbed the heel of a hand over one of his eyes, breathing in shakily through his nose, "That's all I want to know is why, but the fucker never gives me a straight answer."

"Masaomi-"

"Look, you know the story now, alright," Kida interrupted, "Izaya's not with the Blue Squares like he told Akane; it's just another one of his games. I don't know what he's doing; he probably heard a new gang was in town, so he's trying to figure you out like he always does. Just..." He sighed, "Don't let him trick you, okay."

Chikage grabbed his hand, ignoring Masaomi when he tried to jerked it away. He pressed his lips to Masaomi's palm, grinning when Masaomi gave him a pointed glare, "I won't listen to him, then. 'Kay?"

Kida sighed, annoyed, but Rokujo was pleased to hear a note of amusement. He jerked his hand from Rokujo's grasp, standing, "I'm gonna go see if Shizuo-san is back."

He stopped when Rokujo grabbed his leg, right above his knee, turning his attention back to the man.

"What?" He muttered.

"Would you be opposed to me coming back over to your apartment again?"

"Yes. Yes, I would."

"Perfect," Rokujo grinned, placing his hat back on his head and standing, "I'll drop by later, then."

Masaomi glared at him as he brushed past him, rolling his eyes and sighing in annoyance as he followed the redhead back inside. He grunted when he bumped into his back, opening his mouth to tell him off before he noticed that the man was looking at a rather pissed off Shizuo.

"Uh, Shizuo-san?"

Shizuo sighed through his nose slowly before he explained what he learned, "Izaya is... look, just forget it. Akane-chan's father and grandfather are yakuza."

Everyone blinked, turning to look at Akane, who looked about ready to burst into tears.

"Akane-chan?" Mikado asked, placing a hand on her shoulders.

"Her grandfather's the kumicho, and her father's next in line," Shizuo continued before looking down at Akane, speaking as gently as he could, "Look, Akane-chan, if you ran away from home, they're probably worried. They might be scared someone took you away. We need to bring you back to them; what if they think we're the ones who kidnapped you?"

"I..."

Anri knelt in front of Akane, smiling in encouragement, "Akane-chan, I know you ran away because you were hurt, but sometimes family does things that might seem painful because they think it's for the best. Your family probably did whatever it is that they did to keep you safe. Don't you think you should go talk to them to sort all this out?"

"... I understand, Anri-neechan," Akane mumbled, "I'll go back to them."

"Good," Mikado smiled, "Now we just have to call them and set up a meeting spot with them. Akane-chan, can you tell us who we can call?"

"Ah... Shiki-ojisan," Akane said, "He's really nice, and he can take me back to my family."

"Wait, Shiki-no-danna?" Shinra blinked, "Is your family the Awakusu?"

Akane nodded.

"Awakusu..." Rokujo muttered, drawing attention to himself, "I should've figured they'd be out here, too..."

"Rokujo-san?" Mikado asked.

"Ah," Tom mumbled, "Kida-chan did say that your gang did some side jobs for the yakuza. If you recognize the name, I assume the Awakusu-kai are the ones you worked for."

"You worked for my family, niichan?" Akane asked, feeling a little put out that she had attacked one of her family's workers. Does this mean that Izaya-niichan had really lied to her like Masaomi-niichan said he did?

"You said... Shiki?" Rokujo asked.

"Ah, yes, he's one of the executives," Shinra answered, blinking.

A slow smirk spread across Rokujo's lips, "Well, this will be an interesting meeting..."

"Do you truly trust the word of that informant, Aoba-san?"

Aoba glanced over at the boy who spoke before leaning further into the small chair kept in the Blue Squares' base, smiling a little, "No. He's manipulating us."

"Then... why did we listen to him?"

"Izaya-san is going to try and convince that little girl to go after the biker," Aoba stated, "He says that, while she will lose, it will draw the attention of the yakuza onto that gang, thereby ridding us of our problem. However, I think he's lying. I think he's going to try and turn the yakuza's attention onto us."

"Why... why do you look so calm about that?"

"Because it works out in my favor," Aoba grinned, "My moronic brother's been doing some odd jobs for them, and his association with the Blue Squares will make the yakuza think he has betrayed them. They'll punish him, and then he'll come crawling back to me."

Aoba's grin darkened, "He'll be willing to do just about anything for me if it means getting his revenge."

Rokujo worked for Shiki? Whaaat? And now Aoba's scheming?

So, yes, I did get some ideas for Shizaya, as you can see, and I can safely say that they will be one of the couples featured in the story.

FOOT NOTES:

1) Kumicho - head of a yakuza family; roughly translates to "godfather."