Brother

Prologue

Half a pound of tuppenny rice

Half a pound of treacle

That's the way the money goes

Pop! goes the weasel

A young teen ran a hand through his dark locks of hair as he sang to himself in a soft voice while studying the people surrounding him. He sat unnoticed by most of his classmates and ignored by those who did. Despite being handsome and intelligent he was always alone. He wasn't mean or hated, in fact he was a popular subject in the girls' conversations. He was just quiet. Some found his loneliness attractive while others found it strange. He didn't mind though, he loved them all. Izaya Orihara loved all humans. The ones who had ordinary lives without much conflict, the ones who had the most messed up lives and hid it all behind a smile, the loners and the extroverted, regardless or race, color, sexuality, or gender, he loved to study them all. This wouldn't be much of a problem if he was only watching these people, no, this boy had other plans for them. He liked to take them away, gag them and chop them to small pieces. After which he would put in a dozen small clear bags and leave them at the door of their home. Each bag was labeled with the names of the body parts and a single sentence saying " Thank you! It was fun." Sometimes he would add small notes saying "He screamed a bit too much." Or "She said to tell you' I love you mama and papa.'" He was thorough with his cleanup and was never caught. He was never really a big fan of screaming and begging for mercy and death either, he found the noise to be annoying and would usually start by cutting out their tongues to shut them up. It's not that the screams make him feel guilty or anything, he was far past that. He just hated loud noises. Occasionally someone would find out about his little 'hobby' and try to confront him or call the police. They were annoying so he simply put them in their place before they could manage to pull it off. Other times they would avoid him when they found out, he thought these guys were a bit better so he would just let them off with a warning. His warnings weren't particularly bad, he didn't threaten them or anyone around them. He would calmly walk up to them with a smile and put a finger to his lips. "Shhhh..." he would softly coo before dropping his hand down to his side and continuing in a polite and comforting tone. "Don't tell." Then he would simply turn around and leave while muttering his song.

Every night, when I go out

The weasel's on the table

Take a stick and knock it off

Pop! goes the weasel

Strangely, the boy didn't kill the ones who figure out his secret because in his mind they never told a soul so he didn't care. Others who were interested in him would ask and pressure the victims to tell them everything after seeing them receive the warning due to the boy being mysterious and mesmerizing but all they could do was repeat the word 'no' over and over again as If in some sort of chant. Even if they were left alone, they still spent their time in fear of the boy. When they would accidentally look into his auburn eyes. They would stare at each other for a moment then he would offer them a smile that to anyone else would have looked kind and welcoming, but because they knew his true nature, they could see it in him. He had the eyes of a monster. His auburn irises seemed to glow a blood red color for a second before turning back, giving them chills. They would snap their heads in the other direction when meeting his gaze as the song would once again begin to play in a loop attacking their subconsciousness. Some thought he was an angel, a normal high schooler with a pretty face and a shy personality, that was a lie. Some didn't suspect that he was any different from anyone else in the class at all, they were oblivious. Some even believed he was a demon, these people, were absolutely correct. The boy was indeed a demon from hell. A demon who saw no worth in human life for he believed them all to be nothing more than toys for his amusement. He had chosen the name, Izaya Orihara. The only thing he cared about was his own amusement. That, and his older brother.