Brother

Chapter 8

Izaya woke up just as the plane was landing. He got off and quickly left the airport after grabbing his bags. He hummed to 'pop goes the weasel', his favorite nursery rhyme. Sebastian would always sing it to him when they were young and since then it just stuck. He skipped down the street earning some curious looks from people passing by, but he ignored them despite the fact that his heart ached for a chance to torment a brand new batch of human souls. He sighed, it was a bit disappointing knowing that if he were to make a mess of this place he would be causing trouble for his brother. A light chuckle escaped his throat causing a small smirk to find its way onto his face. To think, all of these humans owed there lives to a demon of all things, how ironic. They should be grateful to his brother. Izaya walked in the direction of the manor, his walk slowly morphing into a joyful skip. He briefly considered calling a taxi or in this case a horse carriage considering it seems as though this place was somehow stuck in the past. Izaya didn't mind it though, it brought back many happy memories he shared with people, of course the memories were happy through his perspective, not so much for others he shared them with. Although, his fun didn't always go according to plan, it was especially awkward when he killed someone and they became a demon. Or when he drove someone to suicide only to meet them again as a reaper. Although one of the things he hated the most was when they suddenly show up wanting revenge on him and somehow expecting him to remember who they are and what he did to them. Honestly, how selfish of them to assume they were the only ones he tormented. The smirk on his face grew wider at the thought causing a few of the people passing by to stay clear of him. Izaya had killed and tortured so many people, how could he possibly remember them all. Shaking the thought away Izaya continued. Just as he made the decision to continue walking instead of taking a carriage he was roughly pulled off the streets and into one. Confused, Izaya struggled as a pair of arms wrapped around him squeezing the breath out of him, now while he didn't really need to breath the sudden action caused his mind to go fuzzy. He could register three different voices, two sounded like children and one of them sounded like a woman. Izaya managed to turn to look at two of them but he couldn't quite see the third or his captor due to them being out of his line of vision. Either way he saw that at least part of his assumption was correct, in the coach was a small girl with emerald green eyes and bangs that fell nicely along her forehead along with that she had a pair of long blond pigtails that were curled so perfectly it seemed fake, but he could tell that they were natural, she must have one hell of a hair stylist. She seemed to be in a state of surprise and slight curiosity, next to her sat a young woman with straight light-brown hair that fell halfway down her back and dark-brown eyes she was also surprised but she seemed to also be in slight distress. Izaya took notice of the way her arm seemed to be extended ever so slightly towards the young girl, she was ready to protect the child at her own risk. How......loyal. A light fluttering filled Izaya's entire being, oh how he wished to push that loyalty to the limit until it shatters into betrayal and then see how long it would take for the guilt destroy them completely beyond repair. The thought was enough to make him completely forget about his situation. Even though it wasn't as pretty as physical torture, psychological torment still came with its own reward. Izaya turned to the last of the shouting members and his eyes filled up with recognition. The boy was absolutely breathtaking,  his left eye was a rich peacock blue eye while his right was covered by an eye-patch. The boy stared at him through blue-black hair, there wasn't a single imperfection on his porcelain skin. Izaya would have believed he was a doll if it wasn't for the pictures his brother had shown him and the fact that he was moving. "Ciel?" Izaya asked wishing to confirm his curiosity. Izaya watched as the boy's face morphed into a hostile curiosity, it was an expression he knew well. "Yes? and you are?" The confirmation brought his mind back to the current situation. Irritated, he gave a sarcastic reply. "Supposed to be on my way to your manor." Judging by the fact he knew no one in this coach but Ciel, he assumed that the one who snatched him off the street was his brother who never left the young boy's side. Also considering that he was sitting on the lap of whoever grabbed him he decided to go with his guess and act on it. Ignoring the young Phantomhive's questions he leaned forward and he felt the one holding him tense up a bit. Izaya stayed in that position until he felt his captor relax again. He then proceeded to straighten up as fast as he could smashing his head into the person behind him. A familiar yelp of pain was heard and he immediately confirmed that his captor was indeed his big brother. Sebastian released his hold on Izaya and instead cupped his nose gently Izaya took this chance to turn around completely and look at him. Sebastian held a pouting look on his face causing Izaya to scoff. "Don't even try to act innocent you-" A cold sensation pressed against Izaya's temple, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the boy. A gun? My how original "If you don't tell me who you are and what the devil you want from me I promise you I will shoot." Well he might as well make the most of this and pin the situation on his brother. "You should be asking him that." He said pointing accusingly at Sebastian. "He's the one who pulled me in here." The Phantomhive decided that instead of interrogating the stranger he would ask the one he knew couldn't lie to him. "Sebastian, why did you pull him in here?" He asked. It really wasn't like the demon to take action without orders. His eye widened when he saw a genuine smile on Sebastian's face. "Well he was on his way to the manor so I thought we could give him a ride. Izaya sighed, "Idiot, I could have made it just fine on my own." He grumbled and Sebastian ruffled his hair. "I'm fully aware, but even so my first instinct is to keep you safe." Sebastian gently took the gun from his master's hand. "My lord, it would be better if you did not waste bullets." He handed the young boy his gun. "they wouldn't hit him anyway." The blonde girl who had now grasped that they weren't in any danger decided now ould be a god time to voice her questions, "Ciel, who is this? Were you expecting him? He did say he was headed for the manor." The girl had a high squeaky voice that hurt Izaya's ears, in some ways it seemed to resemble a mouse. "No, I've never met this man, and I don't recall having scheduled any form of meeting today." This caught Izaya's attention. He turned to his brother and asked, "You didn't tell him I was coming?" His brother smiled innocently at them but didn't didn't say a word making Izaya roll his eyes, "Of course you didn't." He sighed at offered Ciel a genuine smile that was as rare on his face as it was on his brother's. "I'm sorry, I thought you knew I was coming. I should have figured Sebastian wouldn't say anything." Izaya spoke tilting his head a bit to grant better access for his brother, who had wrapped his arms around again him, to bury his face into his shoulder. "My name is Izaya Orihara, I'm Sebastian's younger brother." He said running a hand through his brother's hair. "For the next week I will be in your care, if you'll have me  of course." His brother shot up at the statement and gave his master a pleading look. Ciel on the other hand held a look of disbelief as he struggled t form words. Although it may not be the type of pleasure he was used to this was fun.