My Sister's Keeper (Shizuo x Reader x Izaya 3)

“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.