It was the first time in five years Izaya was allowed to go on the Internet.

Due to the nature of the charges he'd been convicted for both his Internet access and visits and phone calls other than by immediate family had been reduced to none.

His parents came by once a year even though they'd needed to change their name and move away to avoid being linked back to him. They did not allow his sisters to visit. Thus his life had been fully contained within the walls of the prison.

The intern by his side smiled knowingly noting how the first thing he did was check out the results of the search for his own name. Granted, there was nothing there he didn't know but he would have rather not had all this detailed information about himself displayed like that for everyone to see. It seemed it was part of the package of being a famous convicted terrorist, though. The list of atrocious acts other people had since committed with his name on their lips amused him for a moment but he stopped reading it halfway through.

"Ten more minutes." The intern informed him, glancing at the clock.

Not quite enough time to do anything fun, especially with the intern staring at the screen over his shoulder. The old chat rooms must have been abandoned by now anyway or populated with people he didn't know and netspeak he wouldn't get.

He wasn't sure what prompted him to search for his son's name. Heiwajima. He hesitated upon typing that. It was such a bad case of irony that he'd made Shizu-chan of all people raise his kid. He wondered briefly if it was even still alive, if Shizuo had managed to restrain himself from killing it in one of the outbursts of his blind rage.

Izaya had never seen a single photo of his kid. His family wasn't aware of its existence and he had no legal ties to it left to make it anyone's obligation to keep him informed. Not that he was particularly interested. The only thing he wondered about at times was what the boy was going to do with the Valkyrie when he became older.

Izaya found him in a photo of a group of first grade elementary schoolers starting school that year, the cute uniform and all.

"Five minutes. Orihara-san, what are you looking at?" The intern asked.

"I've heard someone from my family has had a kid a few years ago."

"Ah."

The photo was fairly good quality and Izaya zoomed in to take a closer look at the boy's face. He had a sudden urge to find out if the kid had red eyes like him to complement the striking similarity to how he'd looked his age thanks to which he'd identified him.

Izaya smiled realizing what a predicament Shizuo had landed himself into by agreeing to father something that looked like a cute little replica of the person he hated the most. There was a moment right before his son's birth when they were pretty civil around each other but that had been before Shizuo got to know what he'd done. It might have been years since they had last seen each other but he was sure of Shizuo's hate. After all, there was no way for Shizuo to forget him and he was never going to forgive him causing deaths of so many people, either.

It seemed there were more photos of his son at a closed off social networking website of some kind. Izaya was quick to register there using the remaining time and sent out a friend request to Shizuo if only for the heck of it.

He was going to check for the reply on his time online next week, he thought as he was being escorted back to his cell by the guards. At least it was something to look forward to in the constant fight for survival life at a high-security prison was.

Sometimes he wished his insanity defense would have held up in court and landed him in a mental hospital instead if only for the added quirkiness of inmates.

Either way, it was only fifteen years more.

His fellow beloved humans outside were going to wait for him.

END

A/N: The sequel is called 'The Unconquered Sun'.