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Until Next Year [9/10] anonymous October 10 2011, 02:20:29 UTC
Every spot in the household was just as bad, especially the couch. Whenever Izaya looked at the worn out piece of furniture, he remembered how the boys would trample all over the fixture while fighting for the remote. And then there was the bi-yearly night of piece where everybody piled onto the couch to watch Kasuka's latest film. The eight of them had fit comfortably on that couch at first but eventually Tsugaru and Delic branched out to the floor when they got too big. Hibiya refused to give up his spot on Shizuo's lap to Hachimenroppi or Tsukishima no matter how big he got and Psyche made a point of stretching over the entire couch, not caring much for whoever's lap he managed to lay on.

There was no need for a five person couch anymore. There were six chairs too many at the dining room table. The hallway was much too long for just Izaya and Shizuo. Everything was a constant reminder.

Just last night Izaya had spent an hour in Tsugaru's room recalling how they decorated the walls yellow at first because they didn't know if it would be a boy or girl at first. Tsugaru's walls were blue now and they had moved into this apartment when Tsugaru was barely three. That was after Shizuo had begged and pleaded that it didn't feel right with just one kid and that he wanted another. The old apartment was too small for Izaya's liking so in preparation for Psyche, they moved. Somehow his preference for large apartments and extra rooms backfired on him.

Two years later, the guest room became Delic's room. The year after that, the den was cleared for Hibiya. Shizuo made Izaya move everything in the room used as Izaya's personal library into his research room so that Tsukishima and Hachimenroppi would have a room. That had been a total of six years after they moved into their new home. Tsugaru was nine and he earned five more siblings. Shizuo reasoned that Izaya really didn't need a room for himself and that if they cleared that out, they could have two more kids but Izaya put his foot down at six. He was not sacrificing his life for Shizuo's whim and he couldn't fathom why Shizuo was so set on the names Shitsuo and Sakuraya. If you asked Izaya, they sounded like bad knock offs of themselves.

But now staring at his office, he regretted it. That would have been at least two extra years that he wouldn't have to feel like this, alone and abandoned.

Izaya sighed. The loud thump of the front door wasn't enough to stir him out of his spinning chair. It was the fifth time that day he checked an empty inbox for an e-mail from one of his children. There was a knock at the door but he barely hummed at it. Who else would it be other than Shizuo? The afternoon clatter of backpacks and kicked off shoes was simply a dream of his past now.

"You okay?"

"Just fine."

When Shizuo frowned like that, Izaya's could really see the wrinkles on his face and the creases near his eyes. When had they stopped chasing each other with the intent to kill? When had they become so old?

"...Alright."

It was like Izaya had just blinked and when he opened his eyes, the past thirty years of his life had sped by on fast forward.

"Shizu-chan."

He nodded. Without saying a word, Shizuo pulled up the twin swivel chair they'd bought it when Psyche refused to leave Izaya alone to work. He bumped the armrest against Izaya's chair, taking in the smaller, tense hand into his own. It was still completely quiet when Shizuo pointed to the screen. "You have a new e-mail."

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