This is an idependent multi-muse blog for Izaya Orihara and all his alternates. For now will be only available Izaya and Psyche, but I'll add Hibiya, Roppi and Sakuraya when I get more icons for them. Thank you for following. Enjoy the blog.
//Just for Christmas =w=”
//Mun will take around one week hiatus from tumblr. May or may not be back earlier, but probably not later.
Cosplay by me - Carolraven
Photo by Rubens Freitas
Deepest thing that has ever been televised by Cartoon Network
//Gtg! I’ll be back in about half an hour~
Akane’s ceased her sobbing and turned to meet his stare in disbelief. Her jaw dropped wide open, her red eyes blinking up at him in a stupor. He’d really help her? He wouldn’t abandon her? Of course! She should have known- Izaya loved her. Izaya would take care of her. She could leave everything up to him. Akane hugged his leg, allowing herself to slide down it in relief. She rested her forehead against his fibula and let her shoulders relax. The orphaned princess’ fighting spirit left her almost completely at once.
"Of course, of course," She promised, murmuring. "I’ll do anything you want, Onii-chan. I promise, I’ll do anything."
"Just don’t leave me…"
Tears resumed their tracks down her cheeks, but this time they were silent tears of acceptance. The panic left her tired out. Now that the adrenaline evaporated from her veins, Akane found herself overwhelmed with fatigue. But it didn’t matter because Izaya was here. Izaya loved her. That was more important than anything. He wouldn’t be helping her if he didn’t love her.
"Don’t leave me…" She repeated blearily as her limbs fell motionless.
Izaya’s smirk didn’t fade at the sight of the desperate princess.
"Of course I won’t. What kind of big brother would I be if I left my dear little sister on her own luck?"
It was taking an interesting way. Once more destiny acted on his favour and sometimes it scared even the informant, but he could just be happy he always arranged to get everything he wanted. Now with the Awakusu’s heir under his protection, he could use her to get more influence into Yakuza and expand his business and reach of information.
He kneeled slowly and took the girl in his arms. "Let’s go before they find you, ok?" He faked a soft and caring tone that matched perfectly with his fake caring and affectionate expression. "I will take care of you from now on."
"Is that so? Huh. Oh well. Truth or dare." Kuromi frowned, looking at their nails with more interest at the moment.
"Truth!!" He bounced once again forgetting about the last subject as if it had never happened.
"So you’re basically trying to bind me by whatever information you can find useful, huh? I say good luck with that. If you can, I might give you a gold star for your success, but until then, I say do whatever."
"I guess that’s how my job works if you still didn’t realize that. I’ll trade anything for an useful information."
"I don’t need your cumpliments, Andi. I’m pretty aware of my good job. No wonder I’m considered the best on it. I’m just curious about how your family would react knowing their little girl now lives on the streets as some kind of stray dog. I wonder what do you do for living, really. Do you feed with trash or do you sell your body to buy some food? No wonder you got pregnant."