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My Sister's Keeper (Shizuo x Reader x Izaya 4)
Chapter 4
Problems Over Pie

“No give her back! I want Onee-chan. NEE-CHAN, NEE-CHAN!”
   “Are you okay?”
   Shizuo stood up, shoulders rolled over casually as he peered at you from behind his shades.
   You stopped staring outside the restaurant windows and sighed, “Yeah…”
   He arched an eyebrow.
   You chuckled, “No, I am not fine”
   “Guess you’re gonna tell me, huh?”
   “You came to me” You retorted and gestured at the vacant seat in front of you.
   “Hey, Simon, can I get my usual?’ He yelled as he sat down. Shizuo pulled off his shades and placed them in his breast pocket.
   He had a fine jaw and a strong nose, but you always preferred androgynous features similar to Izaya’s.
   “What’s your story?” Shizuo asked, leaning on his elbows.
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My Sister's Keeper (Shizuo x Reader x Izaya 3)
Shout-out to Michi who is in love with Izaya. This must be awkward because you’re related to him in this story, nevertheless, have fun reading.
:-D
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Chapter 3
Family Reunions

“How was America?” He asked, “After fifteen years, I assume you’ve grown tired of it and decided to move back with me”
   You giggled, “You can never get tired of New York, Izaya”
   “Of course not. By the way, your visit was pretty random. Why are you here?”
   The cab pulled over.
   “Are the girls joining us for dinner?” You asked instead.
   “Who knows?” He paid the driver.
   You frowned, “But you did tell them, didn’t you?”
   “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not like I’m stopping them from seeing you” He wrung an arm over your shoulder, “But anyway, I was surprised when you t
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Beyond the Crosshair Epilogue
A very merry birthday to me (I am now legally an adult!) and my present for myself is yet another project finished. I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Hugs and kisses from yours truly.
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Somewhere in the world, a girl wakes up, debates whether she should get up or continue sleeping for a solid five minutes before finally heaving herself out of bed. She changes into decent everyday wear and goes to the kitchen where the rest of her family is. Her mother is yelling at her baby brother to stop playing with his omelet while her dad struggles to stay awake in his seat, and the dog is patiently waiting for her to pet him.
   On the surface, or at least, from a normal person’s point of view, all was right in the world.
   But in reality, the world was anything but. Ivan’s death led to gang wars and chaos, Alfred’s betrayal made him two times the wanted man he already was, and the Smiths were turning every stone trying to find
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Forever and Always (America x Fem!Reader)
My name is Matthew Williams. I’m the thirty-two-year-old half-brother of Alfred Jones, who has been missing for over five years. He packed up all his things and vanished.
   The text below is a letter we found in his and his wife’s bedroom. It is the only clue we have of what may have happened to Alfred.
[The letter was found on his wife’s desk, the only piece of furniture that Jones reportedly kept clean without rearranging the objects on top]
We met at a Fourth-of-July party back in college. In your flowing sundress and with that smile, it didn’t matter if I was sober or half-drunk, to me you were the prettiest girl in the room.
   If you asked me for one reason why I love you, I’d give you two more and I wouldn’t even have to think about it. I’d tell you it wouldn’t matter because for every bad thing that came with you were a thousand good things.
   And then every once and a while, something pushes one of
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Beyond the Crosshair 4.9
4.9
The Hitman
I was on my way to the next floor when I started to think about what Natalya said to me.
   “Good night, Natalya.”
   “…You’ve changed…” She managed to spat out before finally succumbing to her wounds.
   I wondered what she meant. Changed? Was it because I betrayed the Agency? The mob?
   “You got soft”
   I stopped moving, “What are you talking about?”
   “You’re wondering what Natalya meant, I could tell.” Gilbert said through the communicator, “The answer is that you’ve gotten soft”
   “I am not soft”
   “Bitch, please. You’ve gone to Hell and back for a woman. It’s official: you’re a softie”
   “Shut up”
   Gilbert snickered, but his laughing came to an abrupt stop, “Uh oh”
   “What is i
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The L Word (Nyo!America x Fem!Reader) Part 4
September 23, 19XX
Dear Diary,
   The play is tomorrow, I think I want to throw up. Amelia hasn’t said anything about what happened the other, she’s back to her regular self.
   God, please help me.
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September 24, 19XX
XXX,
   Something happened today. Right after the play, I went to the dressing room to change. I was the first one there since the others were still taking pictures.
   I was putting on my t-shirt when I heard someone walking behind me. It was Amelia with a bouquet of daffodils. She gave it to me and I thanked her. While I admired the flowers, she asked me if I knew what daffodils meant.
   I told her I didn’t.
   She said “You’re the only one”
   The other kids came running in to congratulate me and in the midst of the cheering and hugs, Amelia disappeared. What do you make of this situation?
With love,
Name
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September 30, 19XX
Dear Diary,
   I
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Beyond the Crosshair 4.8
4.8
The Boss
It was in a bar.
   My brother wanted to celebrate my 26th birthday by throwing me a party. Two hours before the party, I went out for a drive against Flavio’s wishes. It was supposed to be a brief trip around the city, but I guess I don’t have that kind of discipline. Ever since I was a little boy, I loved cars. I also wanted to grow up and be a professional racer. My grandfather had other wishes though. Don’t get me wrong, he was my hero but I…
   I grew up comforted by the fact that I was the spare. I could live a life outside the family business.
   Flavio came out, and we all know the Underworld isn’t as merciful with beliefs different from tradition. In other words, having someone like Flavio run the mob would be bad for business and I took his place as the next boss.
   Grandfather was 27 when he became the leader of the mob. I guess I just wanted to feel as normal as possible before I turned a ye
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Beyond the Crosshair 4.7
4.7
The Target
The guard fell backwards but Luciano caught him, bending his knees to lay the body down gently. He wiped the blood off his knife before pocketing it inside his jacket.
   “Come on” He walked over to you.
   You were sitting on the floor, your shoulder on the wall and your hand on your side, but really, the pain was virtually everywhere. He helped you up, hooking your arm around his neck.
   “We need to hurry before they realize you’re out of the room.”
   “It’s not like I’m complaining, but why are you helping me?” You grunted as you almost tripped.
   “This wasn’t part of the deal.”
   “What wasn’t? Kidnapping me? Or handing me over to the fucking Russian mob?”
   He laughed, “Your language gets very nasty when you’re mad”
   “Don’t screw with me, Lu
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Beyond the Crosshair 4.6
4.6
The Mafiya
The world was white, the wind without warmth. Every breath I took was a small cloud of coldness. Siberia was so quiet.
   Natalya kept asking me about her new dress, if she was pretty in it. I told her she looked fine. She pouted, telling me to tell her she was pretty. I told her so. She pouted even harder. I sighed and looked out the window. 
   The world outside was pale and dead... Just like in here.
   "Why don't you go and practice ballet, Natalya?" I asked, not really wanting to talk to her again.
   "Only if you come and watch me, brother"
   "I can't do that" I replied and then looked down on the table, "I still need to clean the guns"
   "Then I'll help you!" She insisted.
   "But you're a little girl, Natalya" I said.
   "So?"
   "Little girls shouldn't touch guns and knives" little children should be smiling and laughing. They should stay innocent.
   "But
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The L Word (Nyo!America x Fem!Reader) Part 3
Hello again, my little dumplings~ I’m sorry for the late update. But OMG, I’ve just started shipping Fem!Hitman!Reader and Fem!Hitman!Jones. One is professional, the other is more… “passionate” with her job. Think of all the drama and comedy the two will bring.
 
DISCLAIMER: The modern translation of the lines from Romeo and Juliet is NOT MINE, it belongs to this website>> nfs.sparknotes.com/romeojuliet/page_84.html
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September 10, 19XX
Dear Diary,
   Did you know Amelia has a dog? He’s name is Bucky. He was sick when I came over the other day so I didn’t get to meet him. He really seemed to like me.
   After I told Amelia about my role in the play, she laughed and congratulated me, but when I told her how I felt she invited me to her place again. Told me she had “the perfect thing”. When we got to the back yard we were greeted by Bucky who kept wagging his tail as he pounced on Amelia, and then
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Sweet Devil!America x Fem!Reader 5
Chapter 4:

Chapter 5:
Have You Seen Mister Kirkland?

You got out Allen’s car and dashed inside and up the building, fully knowing that your thighs were going to make you regret everything later.
   You stopped in front of Arthur’s door and lifted your fist.
   “Arthur, it’s me, there’s something we need to talk about”
   There was no reply.
   You knocked again, but your arm swung faster, more impatient.
   “Arthur?”
   Silence.
   “Arthur. Arthur, let me in! Arthur!”
   You took out your phone and dialed his number, which you have committed to memory the day he agreed to help you.
  Ring… Ring…
   “The number you’re trying—“Dammit, Artie” You hissed and turned around. You stopped, a knot forming in your stomach, tellin
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Beyond the Crosshair 4.5
4.5
The Hitman
Natalya swung her arm forward, her blade glinting beneath the light from the windows. I dodged. She struck again, not missing a beat. But for every strike, I had a counter or a dodge.
   She got frustrated and leapt back, clicking her tongue.
   “It’s rude to click your tongue, Natalie” I leered, holding up my knife, “Didn’t your dear brother told you that?”
   She threw me another glare.
   “Woah!” I twisted my body, her blade almost cut my cheek.
   She spun around and threw a kick. I caught her foot, pulled it and then threw her back. She fell backwards, but gained back her balance with her free hand. She pushed herself up and swung her entire body into a standing position.
   “Tell me something, Gogo, why do you hate my guts so much? I mean sure, I’m a real son of a bitch, but so is Ivan and you love him” It wasn’t like I really cared. I
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Drawn to You (2P!America x Fem!Reader) Preview
For those who are in love with Jason, I'm thinking of making a new story. Here's a link to the preview:
I HAVE FINISHED THE PROLOGUE! If you are interested in reading it, you can read it here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/99679838-drawn-to-you-2p-america-x-fem-reader or here: https://www.quotev.com/story/9172102/Drawn-to-You-2PAmerica-x-Reader.
 
Please enjoy and leave a comment. I am open to criticism. :D
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Beyond the Crosshair 4.4
Sorry for the two-week long hiatus. I decided to update even though it's not Monday for that. The chapters are going to be very short, but they'll be making sure the story keeps moving. I want to wrap this up before my birthday. (^.^)
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4.4
The Target
You couldn't comprehend anything aside from your own quick-and-short breaths and the pain. The pain. All you understood was that everything hurt, raw and hot, flesh torn and blood seeping. Your scalp burned, Natalya had taken it upon herself to rip a quarter of your hair off your head, and even though she left the room—white and barren like a snow-flooded tundra—her scarlet nails had dug down into the skin and left blood dripping.
   How you wished the crazy bitch would drop dead, or better yet, go down slow.
   You felt your throat itch and you coughed, but regretted that in an instant with a hiss. Your broken ribs reminded you of their existence.
   You heard your voice
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Mirrors (2P!Hetalia x Reader) 28
(THIS IS NOT THE AUTHOR TALKING IN THIS CHAPTER, IT’S ONE OF THE CHARACTERS.)
First of all, I know you were probably not expecting to click on that notification or next chapter button and then realize that this chapter is starting like this, with me. You probably wouldn’t like this, or maybe you would, honestly, I don’t care. I just want to get this off my chest…
  Growing up, I had to rely on Oliver teaching me and reading my textbooks for me, it was annoying, but it was all I had.
   I remember back when I was just a kid, I couldn’t go to sleep without having Oliver read me a story. Being the kind of sappy but crazy guy he is, the likeliness of these stories ending happily was fifty-fifty. I hated the stories that didn’t end happily. I was a kid. But I had no choice for two reasons. One, Oliver looked so happy telling me his stories. Two, I couldn’t read.
   It wasn’t because I didn’t want to
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Mirrors (2P!Hetalia x Reader) 27

Conflict 27
Confess

 How did it get to this?
   You were currently cleaning the blood off James’ shoulder along with the dirt tucked between the locks of his hair.
   While running away, a Rebel with a good arm had lodged a throwing knife into James clavicle. Jason responded with a bullet to her skull. Despite the injury, however, James didn’t let go until you were all deep inside the forest surrounding the Rebels’ HQ. As the yelling of orders and string of gunfire grew faint, it had begun to rain. James suggested taking shelter in an abandoned cabin. You and Jason were skeptical of the location, but with you and James injured, there was no other choice.
   Using a firs aid kit that James had in his pack, you wasted no time tending to your and his wounds.
   “You’re good at this” James said as he watched you cover his wound using duct tape, your hands still and professional “Were y
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Chapter 4
Problems Over Pie



“No give her back! I want Onee-chan. NEE-CHAN, NEE-CHAN!”

   “Are you okay?”

   Shizuo stood up, shoulders rolled over casually as he peered at you from behind his shades.

   You stopped staring outside the restaurant windows and sighed, “Yeah…”

   He arched an eyebrow.

   You chuckled, “No, I am not fine”

   “Guess you’re gonna tell me, huh?”

   “You came to me” You retorted and gestured at the vacant seat in front of you.

   “Hey, Simon, can I get my usual?’ He yelled as he sat down. Shizuo pulled off his shades and placed them in his breast pocket.

   He had a fine jaw and a strong nose, but you always preferred androgynous features similar to Izaya’s.

   “What’s your story?” Shizuo asked, leaning on his elbows.

   You tilted your head.

   “What?” He grunted.

   You burst out laughing, “I’m sorry. It’s just that you seemed to not like me and now here you are eating with me like we’re on a date”

   He looked away.

   “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that… but if it’s okay with you, I’d like to share my problem now”

   You took his silence as the green light and began telling him about your current issue.

   “I have a brother, a baby brother and I really, really love him, but for reasons I will not state we got separated for years and now that I’m back he’s angry with me”

   “Why is he angry?”

   “He… In the fifteen past years that we were apart we almost never talked and now that I’m back he’s pouring out all his rage on me and demanded that I explain myself for everything that happened up ‘til now but I can’t because I just can’t for reasons I cannot expand on and then, he got even more angry and we got into a fight and he left the house before I could calm him down and he hasn’t returned since then and now here I am pouring my heart out to a complete stranger!” You took a big gulp of breath after that.

   Shizuo rubbed his chin in deep thought.

   “…Hm… you look really familiar…”

   “Were you even paying attention?” Your cheeks were red and puffing out.

   “Yeah, but…” He shrugged, “The way I see it, you just need to talk to him”

   Simon came with the orders.

   “Really? You don’t think I should give him space?”

   “Space? You were separated for fifteen years and you’re gonna give him space? Even I’m not that stupid”

   “You know, you’re a pretty straightforward guy. I like you”

   He almost snapped the chopsticks in half, “…Shit”

   “Wow. I’m guessing you’re no ladies’ man, are ya?” You chuckled and asked Simon for another pair.

   “Now that I’m done with my own obvious-solution problems, share some of your personal trivia, Shizuo”

   He spat out the maki he just put in his mouth and began to choke.

   Out of reflex you muttered “Oh, my Lord!” in English.

   “Does everything surprise you?” You gently pushed his glass closer to him.

   “I… you… urgh! …called me ‘Shizuo’” He struggled between coughs.

   “Yes, that’s your name, isn’t it? Oh, wait… force of habit. Back in America people called each other by their first names most of the time”

   He nodded, gulping down the water.

   You reached for your chopsticks “So, do you have a brother? Sister?”

***

You tiptoed into the dining room where five-year-old Izaya was doing his homework. His backpack lay on the table next to his Cantonese workbook and mathematics textbook.

   You snuck up behind him, raised your hands with fingers curled.

   “I can feel your breathing” He said with a giggle.

   “Aw!” You pretended to moan before attacking his sides with tickles, “You’re being unfair”

   “You’re being a bad sport” He stuck out his tongue.

   You pinched his nose before nipping on his cute, just-the-right-amount-of-fat arms.

   “What ‘cha up to, baby brother?”

   “Our teacher asked us to write about what we want to be in the future”

   “Oh? How’s it going so far?”

   “I’m doing great, I think. Do you mind checking it for me, Nee-chan?”

   “Do I mind? Are you kidding?” You exclaimed, feeling your heart squeeze at how those big eyes looked up at you. You pulled a seat and gently took the piece of paper from him, “Let me see”

   “‘What I Want to Be: My Sister’s H…” Your could feel your eyes bulge out, “…Husband’?”

   You glanced down at Izaya who had his hands on his knees, waiting patiently for you.

   You put down the paper.

   “Was it that bad?”

   “No, no, but Izaya when they ask you about what you want to be when you’re older you’re supposed to write something like doctor o-or you know, teacher, or policeman…”

   He tilted his head, “But the teacher said we could be anything we wanted to be”

   “Y-yes, but—“And I wanna be Onee-chan’s husband!” He proclaimed wide-grinned as he flung himself at you, almost knocking you off the chair.

   “Now, Izaya, why would you want to marry me?”

   “Why? Shouldn’t it be obvious? Mom said that when I marry, it should be to a very special girl who I really, really like. You’re a special girl, Onee-chan, and I don’t just like you—I love you!” He declared proudly.

   You chuckled at his innocence.

   “But I like strong men, you know”

   He bit his lower lip, threatening to cry, but quickly swallowed the whimper back down his throat as he said, “Then I’ll become the strongest man ever so I can stay by your side forever!”

   “Of course you will”

   You laughed before brushing his bangs to the side and then giving him a soft kiss on the forehead, “I’ll prepare dinner, you just wait and finish your homework, all right?”

***

“You didn’t have to board the train with me, you know”

   Shizuo had escorted you to the station and the streets of Shinjuku. You were well aware of your major flaw and so happily accepted the offer the moment he finished talking.

   “I don’t mind, besides, it’s twice as dangerous for you to be walking all alone at night. You give off this vibe”

   “What kind of vibe?”

   He shrugged, “I dunno. Something like, a scent that attracts dogs and rats”

   “That wasn’t offensive at all” You teased.

   He bowed his head, trying to hide his red cheeks.

   “I was just joking, loosen up, you virgin!” What was supposed to be a playful smack on the shoulder swung too fast, too strong and you gasped.  

   “Ow!” You exclaimed, holding your aching hand to your chest.

   “Are you okay?” He stopped walking when you did.

   “What are you made of? OW—DON’T TOUCH ME!” You shouted in surprise when he accidentally squeezed your wrist.

   He jumped back, “S-sorry”

   “…My fault. Let’s just keep walking”

   Shizuo quietly nodded, silently trailing a few inches behind you.

   However, he began to notice something.

   “Don’t tell me…” His teeth gritted tightly when you reached the apartment building.

   “You live here?” He asked.

   “Temporarily. With my brother—” You noticed how his shoulders went tense, “Something wrong?”

   “Just some bad memories and a face I really hope I don’t see now”

   You brushed it off, “All right then”

   “Hey, want to come upstairs? I brought lots of apple pies with me and I’m the only one with a sweet tooth in my family so there’s no way I can finish them all before they go bad”

   “I-I don’t know, I think I should just go home now” He rubbed the nape of his neck, looking away.

   “Now, Shizuo, the least you could do is accept my offer, after all you did sprain my wrist”

   He rolled his eyes.

   “Come on, my sisters already left and I doubt my baby bro is home yet. It sounds silly coming from me but I’m not used to being alone anymore. Just last night I was having hotpot with my three favorite people” You looked down, softly kicking the tiled floor, “I don’t think I’m ready to eat dinner alone again.”

   Shizuo sighed in defeat.

   “Fine.”

   “Yay! It’s settled then” Without thinking, you grabbed him by the arm with your good hand and tugged him inside one of the elevators.


“No way, you’re related to a celebrity?” You held the glass of milk tightly. Shizuo loosened up when you served the sweets and of course, fresh milk.

   He nodded, “I won’t say who, but yes, I am”

   “Wow…” You pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, “What’s that like?”

   He shrugged. He shrugged a lot.

   “I don’t know what you want to hear”

   “For starters,” you gently lifted your bandaged arm onto the table “do you get stalked by paparazzi?”

   He tried not to bend the silverware between his fingers as he forced out a chuckle, “People don’t usually see the connection unless they dig into our family history… or when a flea decides to meddle” He grunted the last phrase in a low tone before resuming normally, “I’m all right with it, I don’t want anyone finding out about his relationship with me. It could ruin his career”

   “Aw, that’s so sweet, but how can you possibly ruin his career?”

   He put down the fork, “Guys like me… I’m bad luck. I’m a magnet for all sorts of trouble and people who do nothing but cause trouble. I’m surprised we’re talking like this: like you’re not afraid of me at all”

   You stared at the pie, laughing inwardly at how a big man could have such a cute love for sugary things, “Shizu… um, Heiwajima-kun, I’ve been here for two days but I can’t say I haven’t heard about your rep. But I met you before the rumors reached my ears…

   “I’m bad with directions but I know that with people you can never be too sure” You poured milk into his glass.

   You smiled at him, “So don’t sell yourself short”

   He stared at, unsure of what to say. Temperature rising, he got up and almost sent his seat flying to the wall.

   “Heiwajima-kun?”

   “Thanks for the meal but i-it’s getting late and I don’t want your neighbors getting the wrong idea”

   You snickered, “Quite the gentleman, aren’t you? But okay, I’ve kept you here long enough. I’ll show you to the door”

   You led him into the living room, but time seemed to have stopped.

   Shizuo felt his blood pressure rise.

   You couldn’t hide your relief.

   “Izaya...”

My Sister's Keeper (Shizuo x Reader x Izaya 4)
Izaya Orihara is many things: he is arrogant, narcissistic, manipulative--in other words, a real scuzball. But a bad baby brother he is not, much to the surprise of everyone.

Shizuo Heiwajima, the God of Destruction of Ikebukuro, is awkward and adorable and has fallen head over heels for the sister of his sworn enemy.

You're the oldest of the Orihara children, indirectly responsible for the chaos brought upon by the brother you love, and the object of affections of Ikebukuro's strongest man. 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Durarara! or any of its characters. I don't own the silhouettes of the characters on the book cover.

Chapter 3: burgersnscones72136.deviantart…
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Chapter 2
The Headless Rider and the Pervert Doctor

 

 

You stared at the locket, the photo more specifically. You were thirteen, Izaya was seven, you held Mairu in your arms and Izaya had Kururi.

   ‘Sorry, guys’, You touched the crispy piece of photo paper. ‘Your big sister is a nitwit.’

   Despite all the people you asked and all the turns you took, you were sure you were only walking in squares and circles. At some point the heel of your right boot snapped and you had to sit down to rest your legs. When you checked your watch, it was already nine in the evening.

   “Oh, dammit” you wiped a tear, but grinned at the family portrait “Don’t worry, I’ll find a way out of this problem and we’ll be having hotpot together in no time”

   But as your luck would have it, rain started to pour. You pulled on your hoodie and squeezed your bag to your chest. It was going to be a long night.

   As your eyes drooped over due to exhaustion and lack of sleep, you could faintly hear the neighing of a horse.

***

“Good morning” Shinra’s face was hovering over yours.

   “Shinra? Oh, great, don’t tell me I was dreaming” You groaned, rolling over your bed.

   “Hm? What are you talking about?”

   “I dreamt that I finally returned to Japan”

   Shinra chuckled, “You are in Japan!”

   It took a moment before you processed what he said and your eyes widened. It wasn’t your bed, it was a futon. You shot up into sitting position, Shinra backed up just in time before your heads would collide. He didn’t have the greatest grade in agility and fell backwards. Fortunately for him, a woman wearing a black riding suit caught him.

   “W-w-where am I? Oh my god, what time is it?” You lifted your wrist but your watch wasn’t there. Thinking that Shinra must’ve taken it off when he set you down, you found your purse by the feet of the futon and dragged it onto your lap.

   “No, no, no, no” You slammed your hand onto the side of your head. It was ten o’clock in the morning.

   “Calm down, Name-senpai!” Shinra raised his hands, kneeling beside you.

   “I got to…I got to—ah…” Your nose hurt “Ah—ACHOO!”

   The rider held out a box of tissues. You nodded with a thank you and blew into a square.

   “Now, senpai, I need you to take a deep breath and calm down” Shinra said. He smiled and gestured at the rider, who still hasn’t taken her helmet off, “This is Celty. She’s my roommate and future wi—ow!” He gasped when she delivered a punch to his gut.

   He laughed, but held his stomach as he continued to speak “She found you asleep on a bench while on her way home and brought you here”

   “Celty, I’ve told you this already but, this is Name, she’s one of the surgeons I’ve worked with in the past. You know, back in America”

   You held out a hand “Nice to meet you, Celty, thank you. Both of you”

   She took out her phone after shaking hands and began typing “It’s nice to meet you, too, but if you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing on a bench in the rain?”

   You thought that she must’ve been either deaf or mute and really shy to keep her helmet on, so you didn’t ask any questions. You laughed, scratching your chin “You see I got lost and my phone was stolen so I couldn’t call for help”

   “Is it your first time in Ikebukuro?”

   “She’s lived here before, but senpai has a poor sense of direction” Shinra stated with a chuckle.

   “But it’s been over ten years, what made you come back?”

   You grinned weakly “I had a… life-changing experience and it made me realize I should come and be with my family more often”

   “Your parents?”

   You shook your head.

   Celty’s phone rang and she excused herself. Shinra stood up and brushed imaginary dust off his pants, “Enough of that, you should rest now”

   “Thanks, Shinra” You hid under the elephant-printed blanket while he slid the door close.

   When you opened your eyes two hours later, your throat was dry. With a dizzy head, you got up and exited the guest room.

   Shinra was standing by the fridge, peering inside with furrowed brows.

   “Is everything okay?” You asked, your voice squeaking from you having just woke up.

   “Oh, finally awake, I see” He closed the fridge “I just realized I need to start grocery shopping again”

   “Okay, so what’s the problem? I could hear your sighing from here”

   “I want to wait for Celty but this job may take a while”

   “Job?”

   “Celty’s a transporter”

   “A transporter? She delivers stuff?”

   He grinned, “Something like that”

   “I’ll come with you if you want”

   He raised his head in thought “I could use the extra pair of hands… but are you all right? Has your fever gone down?”

   You brushed his concern off with a wave, “I’m fine. Let’s go”

   Your mind was at ease when you stepped out of the apartment, at least with Shinra you could walk and walk without worrying about whether or not you could return home safely. “Home”, at the moment, was Shinra’s place.

   “How’s Ikebukuro so far?” Shinra asked as you two strolled inside a café for lunch.

   “Large, unfamiliar, scary”

   He laughed and you sighed.

   “You never talked much about your time here when you and I were working together”

   “I didn’t talk about a lot of things back then” You recalled your second time living in America. You talked about a lot of things. You talked about the weather in Boston, you the traffic in New York, who was dating who in L.A., but you never mentioned Japan, only when you were asked where you were from. You’d answer, “Tokyo” and that was all. You didn’t expand more on the subject, mainly because it would surely lead to questions like “Who’re your parents?” or “Do you have siblings?” or “What made you leave?”

   You found a table and volunteered to order.

   “What do you want? It’s on me” You carried money for emergencies all the time. This wasn’t an emergency but you figured you could splurge a little.

   “I’ll just have a coffee and a mont blanc”

   You nodded and went to the counter.

   Back at your table, Shinra was playing with his phone when he heard the bell ring and found Shizuo with Tom and Vorona. He beamed and waved “Shizuo!”

   “Shinra, it’s rare seeing you in a place like this” They walked over to him.

   “I’m about as human as you, I get hungry, too. Although I don’t share the same obsessive childish taste for all things sweet”

   Shizuo gave him a blank look and Shinra immediately bowed down “I’m deeply sorry”

   “Ah” He straightened his spine “Why not sit with us? The more the merrier”

   “‘Us’? Celty’s here?”

   “No, actually, I’m with a former co-worker”

   You came back holding a tray with Shinra’s order and yours, a mug of warm milk and two slices of cheesecake.

   Tom was the first to spot you “Hey, it’s you”

   “You’re from yesterday, right? Fancy meeting you here”

   “Tom, you know her?” Shizuo whispered.

   Tom sighed, “She’s the girl you rescued yesterday”

   You smiled “It’s nice seeing you again”

   “Oh, right. Hi” Shizuo nodded at you, but didn’t meet your eyes. You were offended by his rudeness, but kept your smile.

   “Don’t mind him, he always forgets people” Shinra said, taking the tray from you.

   You sat down, “I’m assuming you’re good friends?”

   “You could call our relationship that” Shinra chuckled before proceeding to properly introduce you to Shizuo and the other two.

   “Small world” You said, cutting the cheesecake.

   “I’m going to go order now, you two just stay put” Tom said.

   “Sure”

   “Affirmative”

   Shizuo took three vacant chairs from the table next to yours and set them down for him and his companions.

   “So… Vorona, right?” You tried to start conversation, you hated small talk with strangers but you had a feeling that you’d be seeing more of her and everybody else. This city was always smaller than one would imagine.

   “Yes” Was all she replied, staring at her hands on the table with a bored expression.

   “You’re from Russia then?”

   She looked up, obviously surprised, but said nothing.

   You snorted and coughed “To be called ‘Vorona’ is—is that your first name?”

   She narrowed her eyes. You were beginning to feel bad for asking the question, but you were curious and honestly, her coldness and Shizuo’s inability to even look at you were getting on your nerves.

   She opened her mouth and asked in her native tongue “Do you speak Russian? Are you Russian? Who are you? I ask for an immediate answer”

   You smiled.

   “You speak like a robot, you know. But to answer your questions: yes, no, and Shinra just introduced us to each other”

   Shinra glanced over to you “Senpai, I didn’t realize you spoke Russian”

   “The topic never came up”

   You then asked Vorona, “You didn’t answer my question”

   Vorona’s eyes were sharp and icy and angry, you felt a sense of victory in your chest.

   She crossed her arms and looked out the window “If it is all right with you, I will withdraw from answering that or any other question concerning me and my personal life”

   “What did you ask her?” Shinra whispered.

   You shrugged “It’s between two ladies”

   “That’s not fair!”

   “That’s pretty impressive” You and Shinra turned to Shizuo. Even Vorona appeared surprised when he spoke up.

   He bowed his head before you could see stare at his face, “Knowing Russian I mean”

   Vorona uncrossed her arms, silently gasping.

   You giggled.

   “Nothing to it really. It was a requirement for my brother’s kindergarten to learn at least three languages before graduating. We studied together so he wouldn’t get frustrated”

   “Brother?” Shinra asked.

   “That’s right. I guess I didn’t tell you about him, did I? He’s six years younger than me and his name is—”

   Buzz… Buzz…  

   Shinra opened his phone. He sighed.

   “It’s a patient. We need to go home now” He slid off the booth, fingers curled into the handles of the plastic bags containing groceries “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to show you around, Name-senpai”

   “I thought you grew up here?” Tom asked.

   “I did but it’s been a while and a lot has changed so I no longer know my way around”

   “You never do” You glared at Shinra and he laughed.

   “We gotta go now, see you around” Shinra said.

   “It was meeting you” You bowed your head slightly before following Shinra outside.

***

There was a man on the couch and even with just the back of his head, you knew who it was.

   “Izaya?”

   Shinra and Celty—who was standing across the couch with crossed arms—twisted their heads to you. The looks on their faces silently asking “You know him?”

   Izaya’s shoulders stiffened and he stood up to face you, “On—Aneki!” You couldn’t believe it.

   The other two shifted their attention to Izaya, this time, Shinra loudly asked: “ANEKI?”

   “Oh, you’re wearing the jacket I bought you!”

   For the first time in their lives, Shinra and Celty have seen what it was like for another human to cuddle Izaya Orihara. Cuddle was a sugar-coating. In reality, you were squeezing him and rubbing your head in his chest, but the most damning thing was that he wasn’t doing anything to stop you. He just stood there, not really denying or accepting your affections. He was stunned.

   You looked up at him, trying your best to contain your tears “And what’s with ‘aneki’, huh? Whatever happened to ‘onee-chan’?”

   “ONEE-CHAN?” Shinra’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull. Celty’s knees were buckling, but she shook her head and took out her phone.

   “Izaya Orihara is your brother?”

   You nodded, “I’m also an Orihara. Didn’t Shinra tell you?”

   She turned to Shinra who raised his hands in defense, “I knew her last name was Orihara, but I thought it was coincidence! Besides I just found out about her having a brother just a few minutes ago”

   “A-aneki, wait” Izaya wrestled out of your hold and clasped his fingers down your shoulders, “What are you doing here?”

   You explained everything that happened so far, glad that Izaya didn’t make fun of you for doing something as stupid as getting lost. All the time you had his arm hooked with yours.

   “But what are you doing here, Izaya?” You asked, not really letting go of his arm even as you two sat down and Celty served tea.

   “I knew Shinra since high school, we’ve been keeping in touch since”

   “I see, but why are you here right now?”

   He looked away.

   “I come here often” He paused “And I wanted to ask Celty to help me find you”

   You blinked. A smile crept to your face and you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

   “Aneki!” He wiped the part your lips touch with the back of his fist.

   “This is a… a really rare sight” Shinra tapped his fingers together.

   “By the way Shinra, didn’t you say you had a patient—“Thanks for taking care of my sister” Izaya reached into his jacket “Aneki, why don’t you go get your things?”

   You nodded and jogged inside the guest room

   Once you were out of sight, he handed Celty an inch-thick brown envelope “That’s for your hard work” He gazed at Shinra “Both of you”

   “Okay, I’m ready!” You called and Izaya removed the dark glint in his smile before helping you with your luggage.

   As Izaya grabbed the door knob, you smile at Celty and Shinra. “Thank you so much for taking care of me. I owe you both” You bowed and then left with your brother.

   “No problem…” Shinra nodded.

   A good while after the click of the door closing, he and Celty stared at the envelope that contained enough cash to buy three solid gold rings with genuine diamonds.

   They both knew what the money was for. Whether or not half of it was for looking after you, they were positive what the other half was: “Don’t tell”

  

 

  

                                                                                              

My Sister's Keeper (Shizuo x Reader x Izaya 2)
Izaya Orihara is many things: he is arrogant, narcissistic, manipulative--in other words, a real scuzball. But a bad baby brother he is not, much to the surprise of everyone.

Shizuo Heiwajima, the God of Destruction of Ikebukuro, is awkward and adorable and has fallen head over heels for the sister of his sworn enemy.

You're the oldest of the Orihara children, indirectly responsible for the chaos brought upon by the brother you love, and the object of affections of Ikebukuro's strongest man. 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Durarara! or any of its characters. I don't own the silhouettes of the characters on the book cover.

Chapter 1: burgersnscones72136.deviantart…
Chapter 3: burgersnscones72136.deviantart…
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Shout-out to Michi who is in love with Izaya. This must be awkward because you’re related to him in this story, nevertheless, have fun reading.

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Chapter 3
Family Reunions




“How was America?” He asked, “After fifteen years, I assume you’ve grown tired of it and decided to move back with me”

   You giggled, “You can never get tired of New York, Izaya”

   “Of course not. By the way, your visit was pretty random. Why are you here?”

   The cab pulled over.

   “Are the girls joining us for dinner?” You asked instead.

   “Who knows?” He paid the driver.

   You frowned, “But you did tell them, didn’t you?”

   “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not like I’m stopping them from seeing you” He wrung an arm over your shoulder, “But anyway, I was surprised when you told me you were coming. It’s been a while since I got this close to you”

   You laughed, “That’s true. Is this it?” You asked when he pushed open a door. You whistled—or something like that, it was really more of a pathetic blow.

   Izaya laughed, “I guess you still don’t know how to whistle”

   “What’s that? Insulting your big sister?” You reached to cuff him in the ear playfully.

   He chuckled and gently pulled you off him, “But seriously, why are you here?”

   You bit your lip.

   “I’m going to take my break now. Oh.” A woman close to Izaya’s age stopped short in her tracks when she found that he wasn’t alone.

   “Hello” You held out your hand, “Are you Izaya’s roommate?”

   “Hardly. I’m his—” slave, she wanted to say, but the warning look in Izaya’s eyes forced her to swap it with “—co-worker”.

   You introduced yourself while you pulled back your hand.

   “I’m Namie. It was nice to meet you”

   You smiled “The pleasure is all mine”

   Namie nodded before checking her watch, “I’m sorry, but I’ll be late for a lunch meeting. I’ll see you around”

   “Bye” You waved.

   Izaya locked the door, “For a moment there I thought you were going to assume she was my girlfriend”

   You laughed, “I half-raised you, Izaya, I know your type. Now come on, let’s decide what we’re going to cook for when the girls arrive tomorrow” You left the bag on the floor by the door, having more urgent matters at hand.

   He crossed his arms and followed you to the kitchen, “Why are you so sure they’re coming?”

   “Because” You threw your hair into a loose bun on the top of your head, “you raised them. Why would they reject an invitation from you?”

   Izaya looked away.

   “Izaya?”

   He returned his face to you and then, he smiled. He rolled up his sleeves, “How about a hot pot?”

   You smiled and the two of you got to work. You had to admit you were surprised with how he managed to do everything without needing your assistance, in fact, he barely let you lift a finger.

   Everything was prepared by the time the doorbell rang, and just like you predicted, the twins were there.



“So I told her she had three seconds to tell me who was the boss or else I drop the thumbtacks in her mouth” Mairu said, wrestling Izaya for the last piece of crab in the hotpot.

   “You’re more energetic than when I last saw you, what happened?” You didn’t really mean it, as you were sure that changing nature was simply a part of growth, and you were under the impression that her stories were mere jokes. After all, who would threaten people with thumbtacks?

   “Gee, I don’t know. Let me think…”

   Kururi removed the chopsticks from her lips, “It was a month after you left, big brother—“Aneki, don’t you have something to say to us?” Izaya cut her off, right after he successfully snatched the piece of crab from Mairu.

   “Yes, I almost forgot…” You got up and went inside your luggage and then returned to the table with boxes neatly wrapped with ribbons “I brought everyone a present”

   “Presents! Oh, you’re the best, aneki!” Mairu shot up from her seat, Kururi followed suit.

   “Presents from big sister…” Kururi held the blue dress to her chest “Thank you, big sister”

   “Can we try it on? Can we? Can we?” Mairu jumped up and down, holding the heels you bought her.

   You chuckled, “Don’t let me stop you”

   “Come on, Kur-nee” And with that, the two disappeared into Izaya’s bedroom.

   “No wonder your luggage was so heavy” Izaya teased.

   “Don’t get jealous, I didn’t get you anything because I didn’t know what a grown boy like you would want” You leaned over and messed with his hair.

   “St…stop it, Nee-san!” He said with a chuckle, swapping your hand away from his head.

   You shrugged and sat down properly. As if on cue, excited heels clicked back to the dinner table.

   The girls posed (as well as the emotional Kururi could) with Mairu holding up the hem of her dress to flaunt the way her slender legs looked with those heels. Kururi seemed to have had trouble breathing but she was smiling that small smile of hers despite the obvious tightness of the dress around her chest.

   “Do we look good or what?” Mairu twirled, not losing her balance.

   Izaya snorted, wiping his chin, “Or what.”

   Mairu pouted and stuck her tongue out at him.

   “Don’t listen to him, girls. You both look stunning” It was not flattery, but a fact. The Oriharas were popular in many ways—especially in the looks department. But it sort of bothered you how your siblings were blessed in almost everything and shared a lot of features. For example, Izaya and the twins shared similar facial structure, and people often joked that maybe you were adopted. Since you were the eldest, you told yourself that your parents’ genes were still new at the combining thing and didn’t reach “perfection” until the second time fertilization took place: while you were indeed pretty in your own right, there was no point in comparing a wild daisy to a bouquet of roses.

***

The girls were fast asleep on Izaya’s bed, which you will be sharing with them. Izaya offered to sleep on the couch since he didn’t have a guest bedroom or a futon (he never really expected anyone to actually sleep over and was prepared to give you his bed during your stay—it was the twins he didn’t want around any longer than necessary).

   “That was fun, wasn’t it?” You said, handing him the dishes.

   “It was” He nodded in agreement, putting the plates and glasses in the sink for Namie to wash in the morning. He figured she needed some extra work since thing have been very slow lately, no scandals or gang wars or street fights.

   “So” He crossed his arms and leaned on the counter.

   You mirrored his stance, “So…”

   He raised an eyebrow, “I’ve kept quiet because I noticed that you wanted to avoid the topic but here it goes: why are you here?”

   “Is it so bad for me to want to visit my family?” You said it like it should’ve been obvious, but you knew your words were useless. Izaya didn’t need to be the genius that he was to know that something was up.

   “When my estranged sister whose voice I could only listen to via phone in the past fifteen years decides to visit after numerous—and I do mean numerous declines of my proposals to have her move back here with me where she belongs, it raises a few questions”

   You chuckled, “Me oh, my, you really are a big boy now, baby brother…”

   He wasn’t amused.

   You uncrossed your arms and walked a few steps closer to him. He was taller than you now, you had to crane your neck to look straight into those eyes. Eyes that have always been so different from yours: sharp and keen and yet so childlike.

   “Izaya…” You clasped your hands down his shoulders and he felt his stomach churn. You only did that when you had something serious to tell him.

   “I know you deserve an explanation, and the girls, too, but I… I can’t tell you. Not yet. I want us to laugh and be a family again first…”

   “Family?” He smirked, finding the word so ridiculous, “We haven’t been a family since you left. For the first nine years you never called or did anything to contact me. You only talked to mom o-or dad and when I asked if I could talk to you they wouldn’t let me.”

   He shrugged off your hands.

   You took a deep breath. You anticipated this sudden burst, he was just too happy when you called him. The anger was sure to follow sooner and later. But you expected it to be much, much later.

   “And then, you come here almost two decades later expecting to just pick up where we left off?”

   “Izaya”

   “Without so much as a… an explanation, too” You’ve never seen him this upset before. Izaya was a patient boy and he never gave you trouble back then.

   You stopped and reminded yourself that he wasn’t the same anymore. No one was the same anymore, not after fifteen years.

   When you simply replied with silence, Izaya shook his head.

   His phone lit up.

   “Where are you going?” Your gaze followed him as he strolled towards the door.

   “I just got a message from work. I’ll see you in the morning”

   “Izaya—“Good night, aneki.”





I am half-asleep, still drunk (or high, whatever) on caffeine, and have a major hell week hangover so I was like “Screw it, let’s just update before I fall asleep again.” So… good night.
My Sister's Keeper (Shizuo x Reader x Izaya 3)
Izaya Orihara is many things: he is arrogant, narcissistic, manipulative--in other words, a real scuzball. But a bad baby brother he is not, much to the surprise of everyone.

Shizuo Heiwajima, the God of Destruction of Ikebukuro, is awkward and adorable and has fallen head over heels for the sister of his sworn enemy.

You're the oldest of the Orihara children, indirectly responsible for the chaos brought upon by the brother you love, and the object of affections of Ikebukuro's strongest man. 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Durarara! or any of its characters. I don't own the silhouettes of the characters on the book cover.

Chapter 2: burgersnscones72136.deviantart…
Chapter 4: burgersnscones72136.deviantart…
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A very merry birthday to me (I am now legally an adult!) and my present for myself is yet another project finished. I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Hugs and kisses from yours truly.

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Somewhere in the world, a girl wakes up, debates whether she should get up or continue sleeping for a solid five minutes before finally heaving herself out of bed. She changes into decent everyday wear and goes to the kitchen where the rest of her family is. Her mother is yelling at her baby brother to stop playing with his omelet while her dad struggles to stay awake in his seat, and the dog is patiently waiting for her to pet him.

   On the surface, or at least, from a normal person’s point of view, all was right in the world.

   But in reality, the world was anything but. Ivan’s death led to gang wars and chaos, Alfred’s betrayal made him two times the wanted man he already was, and the Smiths were turning every stone trying to find him. And yet, none of these was the worst part…

   Flavio Vargas stood before the crowd, for once without his purple shades and favorite scarf and in a plain black suit. The Sicilian air was dry but the eyes of the man were wet with tears.

   A woman sat in the front row meant only for the special people that the deceased cherished. The woman wore a black dress that she hadn’t worn in two years. Her expression couldn’t be read, protected by a pair of dark sunglasses and a mask that wouldn’t crack.

   Hours passed and the guests left as the sun descended. Soon, there were only three people by Luciano’s grave.

   “There were reporters in the hotel again…” Flavio held a lily, twisted it around between his fingers as he eyed the tomb, “I don’t know how they found out but they were there... like vultures. They wanted to know if I’d be running the place from now on along with my fashion house. Oh, God, what am I going to do?” He dropped the flower and started weeping.

   Name licked her teeth.

   “Flavio…”

   Flavio chuckled before standing up straight and straightening his tie, “Pardon me, ladies, there are still a lot of things to do, lots of paper to sign and documents to organize” He nodded at Name and then at Maria.

   The two were left alone in awkward silence with Name keeping her gaze on the ground.

   “I can’t stand this anymore!” Maria exclaimed, uncrossing her arms.

   Name barely turned her head.

   “How did you do it?” She demanded, “Luciano would have never thrown away his life like that, he wasn’t reckless”

   “Maybe you just didn’t know him well enough…” Name muttered back, too full of Maria’s bullshit to even get angry.

   “I’ve known him since we were kids! I was his first kiss! And yet you… you could make him think twice and blush and lose focus. That’s not fair”

   “Do you hear yourself?” Name finally spun around to face Maria, “The man is dead and you’re bitching about how he didn’t like you the way he liked me?”

   Maria opened her mouth to say something, but shut it after a brief pause. They were left with silence once again.

   The sky turned gray and Name sensed rain on its way when Maria spoke up again.

   “He… he only had three women in his life, you know. His grandmother, you and… and everybody else” Maria inhaled, “I think for him, people were just a means to an end. I was just another way to gain more power and more money, but you… he loved you. It sounds sexist but he treats almost everyone as pawns. His family and you were exceptions—remember that the next time you wake up thinking he was just another mobster.”

   The clicking of her heels on the concrete path drowned in the pouring of rain. Name stood over Luciano’s grave, holding their crucifix to her chest. She wanted it buried with him but Flavio wouldn’t let her.

   According to him, returning the crucifix to her was a way of saying goodbye.

   Name removed her shades, revealing puffy, red eyes.

   Ignoring the drizzle, she knelt down and placed a single red rose, which she’s been holding on to since arrival, on the soil.

   “Goodbye, Luciano.” She brought two fingers to her lips and then pressed them on the tombstone.

   When she felt the raindrops no more, she knew she was no longer alone.

   “We should go now…” Alfred said.

   Name sniffed, wiped the tears off her cheeks, and got up. They returned to the rented car where Gilbert and Matthew waited.

   “Hey, Name”

   “Hi, Matt”

   “You hungry? We brought food”

   “I’m fine but thank you”

   “…All right”

   Gilbert started the car.

   Name and Alfred didn’t bother to strap on their seatbelts.

   Matthew put his hands on his lap, “…So what happens now?”

   Gilbert said nothing and Name just looked out the window. Matthew sighed.

   There was a low rumbling sound and everyone turned to Alfred.

   He smiled apologetically at Name, “Sorry. I haven’t eaten since last night”

   It was her turn to sigh, “Back to New York then”

   Matthew and Gilbert exchanged glances.

   Alfred let out a silent sigh of relief, but tensed up immediately when he felt someone’s touch. He looked down and found Name’s hand wrapped around his, gentle and reassuring.

   She was still looking out the window, but he happily squeezed back, “Yeah, we still have a lot of cleaning up to do.”
Beyond the Crosshair Epilogue
A very merry birthday to me (I am now legally an adult!) and my present for myself is yet another project finished. I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Thank you so much for sticking this far with me, it has been one hell of a ride. Bless you all and have a nice day.

Hugs and kisses from yours truly.
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My name is Matthew Williams. I’m the thirty-two-year-old half-brother of Alfred Jones, who has been missing for over five years. He packed up all his things and vanished.

   The text below is a letter we found in his and his wife’s bedroom. It is the only clue we have of what may have happened to Alfred.



[The letter was found on his wife’s desk, the only piece of furniture that Jones reportedly kept clean without rearranging the objects on top]


We met at a Fourth-of-July party back in college. In your flowing sundress and with that smile, it didn’t matter if I was sober or half-drunk, to me you were the prettiest girl in the room.

   If you asked me for one reason why I love you, I’d give you two more and I wouldn’t even have to think about it. I’d tell you it wouldn’t matter because for every bad thing that came with you were a thousand good things.

   And then every once and a while, something pushes one of us down—from random pangs of jealousy to a bad day at work—or we’d get on each other’s nerves.

   You would cry. You were such a crybaby and you never apologized first. But darling, I love that about you, the rarity of your “I Love You’s” and “I’m sorry’s” just made them all the more sincere.

   I’d hold you close and dance with you all night because you’re my Evangeline, my Anarkali and Penelope.

   You might not have been a guy or that good at sports, but you were my best friend. You kicked my ass at video games and kissed me so I would stop pouting.

   And though it always took you hours to style your hair before every date, it was always worth it to see you so happy. I remember the first time we went shopping together: I fell asleep while you tried on that skirt in ten different colors.

   Do you remember that time when I went downstairs for a glass of water and you scared the living Hell out of me? I thought you were a slime monster, but you told me it was just a facemask for “hydration”. I think I almost died back then.

   I’d take every soul-ripping facemask and every painful hour of waiting in the ladies’ section to have you back in my arms. I’d pull you close and tell you over and over again that you’re the prettiest thing in all of God’s creation.

I don’t know if you can see me, but I’m crying. I miss you so much.

   I’m crying now, Name.

   I love you.

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