Orihara Household

He didn't hide his annoyance with Mairu. Shizuo was his. Not hers and he made a point to glare at her as she looked him over and left the room. The twins threat lingering in his ears. Just what did they have planned for his Shizu-chan?

He gave a slight smirk and his eyes lit with curiosity not hiding the fact that he enjoyed the feeling of the other man so close to him. "You're meaning to tell me you've had dreams like this before?"

He didn't hide the hot flush of his ears as he saw Shizuo look him over and the rare gentle smile that came with it. He pushed himself up to regain some composure over his thoughts, "Let me down Shizu-chan? I need a shower, there will be...clients over soon."

He searched over his rivals (lovers?) features looking at him curiously and wondering if he should give him a heads up about the twins. After what seemed like a few moments of inward battle he gave a slight smirk and watched him with bright red eyes. "The twins have taken a liking to you...but it's in the same way they used to like me." He tugged at the bedpost the chains cutting into his wrists enough to make him wince to demonstrate his point before changing the wince to a smirk of amusement. "Unless you want to end up naked and tied to a bedpost I'd advise you to stay away from them."

"...Oh, hell."

Shizuo's eyes widened as he recalled yesterday's events and felt his cheeks grow hot with an embarrassed blush. He groaned and slapped a hand to his forehead, massaging his temple. He dared to glance at Izaya, scowling a bit.

"I...Ugh, maybeonceortwicebefore. Yeah. So what?! Hmph..."

He sighed and cracked his neck sideways to dissipate the kinks that had gathered there during the night, glaring at a certain point on the wall. The memories graced him with glossy images of him ramming his cock wildly with reckless abandon, deeply penetrating Izaya, deeply kissing those beautiful lips...

He growled agitatedly, preventing his face from becoming flustered again, preventing his arousal from becoming inflamed again. He shook his head to make the thoughts disappear, before hearing Izaya speak.

Scooting closely beside him, he released Izaya from the chains, and then eyed him suspiciously, frowning.

"Clients?"

Upon hearing about the twins and their treacherous plan, he grinned a bit to hide a small hint of apprehension. His worries about them vanished as quickly as they came, because he remembered that they were on his side. And besides, if they did decide to chain him up, which to him seemed unlikely, he could always break free.

"It's no problem, they wouldn't...But thanks for the heads up. Ah!"

Suddenly, he remembered that he was still naked, and knowing that Izaya will be having these other guests arriving soon, Shizuo figured he should get dressed and go home.

He raised from the bed and bent down, trying to find his pants, unaware of the pleasant view he was giving Izaya.

He gave a toying smile. "Oh surely you don't think school is all I do?" He looked relieved as the chains were pulled out and he rubbed his cut up wrists smirking as his attention drifted to the naked man in front of him. He pressed his lips to the cuts the chains had made letting his tongue dart out to taste the metalic flavor that had been left behind and watched Shizuo almost hungrily until noticing that he was becoming aroused again just by the sight of him. "I sell information...anything anyone wants they can get for a price."
His gaze lingered over the man in front of him. His strong body and disheveled hair. He pulled the sheets around his waist hiding his approval and walked towards the door. "Of course, they are on your side...but they'd only do what you'd let them, and who's to say you wouldn't like it?" He gave a smirk and shrugged. "That's what makes them evil. They can be very convincing when they want to be."

He hissed and pulled the sheet around himself a little tighter as he headed for the shower, looking over his shoulder at the other man. "Well, come on Shiii-zu-chan." He smirked slyly leaning against the door frame and spoke as if he were just talking about the weather. "You could use a shower too, right?" He smirked looking over the bite marks and his grin grew a bit. "I have something that will make those feel better."

"Ah, shouldn't be surprised. Kinda relieved to know that annoying the hell out of me and creeping around aren't your only pastimes."

He grinned as he flitted his gaze back on Izaya, catching those crimson eyes ogling him. He didn't look away or ceased the pleased smirk from curling up on his own lips. After all, Shizuo was guilty of staring, too. He cleared his throat, gazing at Izaya's perfect jawline and angular face, his chest so beautiful, his abs so chiseled, his thin torso that Shizuo had loved embracing protectively. His scrutiny descended downward...His waistline, and...A shame, Izaya had wrapped a sheet around his hips. Shizuo pouted in slight disappointment, but at least the duvet was almost transparent.

Damn him, for looking so...

His line of thinking was interrupted right when he was looking over Izaya's slender, sexy legs. Izaya mentioned the twins again. He had found his belt and his pants sprawled somewhere on the floor, and he had hastily picked them back up to shield arousing manhood.

"Heh, nah. It's not that easy to manipulate me, I assure you."

He quirked an eyebrow curiously when he heard Izaya hiss, wondering what was the problem. He titled his head slightly to the side inquisitively. He then perked up when Izaya had allegedly invited Shizuo to shower with him.

When his breath had caught in his throat, he glanced reservedly around the room, thoughtful. He gave a sideways gaze to Izaya once he made up his mind, his grin growing.

Ah, what the hell?

Discarding his pants and belt to the floor where he found them, he stepped close to Izaya, leaning behind him. He looked over the nimble man's shoulder, ready to follow. Indolently, he draped his arms around his neck, resting his head upon Izaya's.

"Don't call me Shizu-chan. Let's go?" He mumbled softly, nuzzling into Izaya's messy dark hair.

He smirked and leaned into him eyes glinting dangerously. "Don't be silly Shizu...those are just my favorite pastimes."

His grin grew and he headed into the bathroom letting the towel drop in the most provocative way possible to land at his feet. "Are you sure you're not easily manipulated Shiii-zu-chan?" He chuckled devilishly ignoring the warning of calling him by the pet name he'd so cleverly thought up and headed into the shower turning the water on hot and stepping in.

He gasped at the warm heat and let the water cascade over his skin feeling all of cares slip away. Reaching for a blue bottle amongst all of the oils and soaps (hey, there were some perks from living with two girls) he poured something on his skin that made him both shudder and wince all at once before he peaked out of the shower curtain, hair still hanging in his eyes and smirking. "Well, come on. If the water gets cold you get to stand under it." He gave him a playful look and held the curtain open letting him in.

He came to an abrupt halt, and watched Izaya strut most seductively out of the towel that once scantily hugged around his waist. The way he swerved his hips, that same infuriating smirk that was always sewn onto his face, and that glint in those crimson eyes that held so much mischief.

He--He's so doing that on purpose... Shizuo thought despondently, as he wore a strange sort of scowl. It wasn't particularly mean looking or anything like that, it was just contorted with admiration and indignation.

He gritted his teeth and sneered irritably, as Izaya continued to use that insufferable nickname. His eyebrows were twitching and he struggled to fight the grin from curling at the corners of his lips.

Ah, the sound of Izaya's chuckle sounded melodic and maddening to his ears. For a moment, he was stupefied and unable to move, fixated on Izaya as he stood under the spout. The soft sighs and gasps Izaya was making sent a rush of lust right to his cock. It was tortuous.

It was Izaya who had pulled him out of his trance, and when his head came back to Earth, he slipped in through the curtain into the shower.

The steam, the tepidness. It did feel good once he got under the hot water, not to mention he was inches away from the object of his affections and the one he loved to chase down the streets of Ikebukuro, no matter crowded.

He didn't hide the lustful hunger he felt looking over the man in front of him and he smirked a bit trading places with him to push the larger man under the hot water. He grazed his teeth over his neck pushing himself up on the bath's ledge to get closer as he tasted the mix of salty skin and hot water.

He took the blue bottle and squirted some of the liquid into his palms running it over Shizuo's skin. It was something Shinra had made for him, something that at first burned like a bitch on the thousands of cuts and bruises that seemed to plague him daily but then dulled their pain and in place of it left over heightened skin that as an after effect (unknown to the young scientist himself) was more than great for, well... sexual exploits.

He smirked grazing his teeth over Shizuo's nipple and pushing him into the wall further against the shower, grabbing onto his sides as his tongue danced on the heated skin to swirl around his navel. He looked up at him in a catlike way and gave a dangerous smile before licking a line up his inner thighs his lips just ghosting over his hardened member before licking the tip playfully and teasing him by running his fingers up his legs, smirking. "What do you want Shiiii-zu-chan? As long as you don't say 'You dead flea' I'm in the mood to be pretty...generous." He gave a playful look grazing his teeth along his length and watching him with a cheshire cat like smile.

Under the gush of warm water, he arched his back and neck to fully relish in the relaxing droplets. He drawled out a satisfied sigh and closed his eyes in the steam. He hummed quietly to himself, smiling in contentment of this moment. Izaya's teeth grazing over his skin had made him feel even more at ease, until he heard an odd squirting sound.

One eyelid flew right open, and through his peripheral vision, he tried to see what Izaya was up to. Before he could ask, he suddenly flinched when he felt a sharp sting sizzle throughout his body, and he cursed none too discreetly.

"S--Shit, Izaya! Ah, What're you--!? . . . Ah...Mmm, that feels good, actually..."

After a sprinkle of pain dappled his skin, there came a pleasant tingly feeling that made him curl his toes in gratification.

Being regressed into the wall excited him, gazing down upon the one who had shoved him there in the first place.

The strange blue bottle he was initially wary of...It had strange side effects, indeed. As Izaya grazed his teeth over his nipple, he wrapped his arms around his neck and had to bite back a moan.

Izaya continued to slick and swirl his tongue all over his body, and holding back bawdy sounds of approval was arduous. He took a sharp intake of breath once that tongue had flicked just over the tip of his shaft, becoming so painfully hard and engorged with desire for the man that was doing this to him.

His intense gaze was clouded and hazy with arousal, half-lidded and peering into Izaya's alarming red eyes. His knees were trembling at the simplest of touches and strokes, ministrations away from completely buckling over. His hair was now drenched and soaked, bangs sopping wet and hiding his desperate stare aimed for Izaya.

What is this stuff...Everything feels...amaziiiing.

That was his only sane and mild thought, as the rest were incredibly more lascivious.

His hands had tangled within Izaya's hair, smoothing away his fringe so he could see into his eyes perfectly.

As he was feeling so calm in the shower's steam, yet so incontinent with his annoying erection, not even Shiiii-zu-chan could piss him off.

Yeah, whatever, call me anything ya want, just...get your cock inside me, lick me there again, or...do something. Please.

"Please, Izaya. Just...The sound of your damn voice turns me on right now, so..."

He took a deep breath and shuddered, gesturing for his twitching member.

He chuckled and smirked running his tongue along the base of his shaft, nibbling up it lightly before taking him into his mouth. He sucked hard on his shaft swirling his tongue around it as he slid his fingers up the other mans legs spreading him wider. Tonguing the slit once he let him go smirking slyly as he trailed his lips up the other man's torso before spinning him around and pressing him into the wall licking a line down his back until he reached the base of his spine. He gave a devilish smile as he leaned into him biting his ear and whispering into it. "You had your fun last night, and now it's my turn."

He slicked three fingers with some of the regular bath oil, and then on a second thought poured it directly onto Shizuo's ass stroking over the opening teasingly with one finger. He assumed his beautiful teenage destructor had probably never done anything like this before and bottomed. I mean, who besides Izaya would ever do something so risky?

He ran his teeth down Shizuo's spine and stroked his hardened cock mercilessly flicking his thumb over his head as he shoved all three fingers in at once, knowing it would hurt but hey...they were enemies and he was nearing his limit simply by looking at his rival in such a state. Sure, he'd be nice to his guest...but not that nice. He drew in a breath at how hot and tight he felt, imagining that warmth would soon be his he hissed slightly manhood pressing into the other man's inner thigh. He began to scissor him almost immediately, stretching him until he found what he was looking for. He smirked dangerously and ran one finger over the little bundle of nerves knowing in that one second that all the pain and discomfort would turn to euphoria and he reached out nuzzling his head into his back his tongue darting out to taste the salty sweetness of skin.

He stroked his rival's manhood with long sure strokes as he brushed over the bundle of nerves again while grazing teeth over his neck. He whispered into his ear hungrily nipping his ear his eyes lighting up as he withdrew his fingers and the hand on his manhood leaving him unsatisfied, "Tell me you want me Shizu-chan."

Honestly, he never would have guessed that these turn of events would transpire. Well, in retrospect, life always gave out surreal surprises every now and then. This was something he was already beginning to understand.

Expect the unexpected and never say never.

Yesterday morning, he would never think that he would actually want to spare Izaya Orihara.

Yesterday morning, he would never think that he would agree to visit the home of Izaya Orihara.

Yesterday morning, he would never think that he would get the chance to fuck Izaya Orihara.

All that happened and more. While Izaya usually appeared to be so smug and streamlined, he was actually able to witness the incipient information broker in an incredibly cutevulnerable state.

Now, he was showering with the very man he detested so passionately. He was desperate for that man's touch, melting at his words, and blushing so abysmally.

The tiled interior of the shower was cool at his back, while the water and Izaya's tongue was hot. So contradicting, that was.

Fingers were grasping onto Izaya's wet scalp, as he leaned up against the wall and groaned huskily at the sensation his cock was feeling, the feeling of Izaya's tongue, his mouth.

In fact, every little touch, lick, bite...sent shivers of stimulating pleasure throughout his senses. He felt Izaya's hot breath at his ear and gasped, breaths becoming quick and overwrought. He scoffed impatiently and felt an indignant blush rise to his face at the words that slipped out of Izaya's smirk.

In a flash, he somehow ended up facing the square tiles, feeling a rush of chill strike his front. His heart was beating so rapturously, trying to pry out of its skeletal cage. His golden eyes became wide with uncertainty. Butterflies had found their way within his belly.

He wasn't sure if Izaya knew this pitiful fact or not, but how could he? In technical terms, Izaya would be his first time, the first time he will be the one penetrated.

Pressing his palms against the wall for support, he tried to relax himself and not panic. He wouldn't dare show weakness in Izaya's presence, even if he was the susceptible one in this situation.

He winced and shuddered softly as he felt the bath oil being massaged around his most sensitive erogenous zones, trying to focus on the drain below. He took a sharp intake of breath once Izaya had slid one teasing digit over his entrance.

Once Izaya had jammed all three lubricated fingers into his ass, he whimpered loudly and immediately arched his back into the touch. His cock twitched and tingled as it was being stroked, pre-cum already beading out of the slit on the head.

He scrunched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, biting back the mewl that wanted to be drawled out. Of course, Izaya soon found that special spot, and he couldn't contain himself. He whined shamelessly and growled, feeling so aroused.

He clutched the generous hand that was pleasing his pride so skillfully, guiding the motion and making the strokes rougher, quicker. It was hard for him to speak, aphrodisia taking over his thoughts. He grunted in protest when Izaya withdrew his hand, face flushed. That whisper made him tremble.

"Y-You know very well...what I want. Don't you?" He muttered distractedly.

He gave a mock pout and wrapped his arms around the other man a devilish smirk forming on his lips. "I wanted to hear you say it Shizu-kun." He kissed his back softly and thrust into him groaning at the new feeling. His head swam and he gave short choppy breaths trying to get used to it before pulling out and thrusting again. "S-Shizu-chan..." He shuddered wrapping his arms around him possessively and thrusting into him as he traced soft kisses along his spine. He stroked his shaft and groaned leaning into him hitting the bundle of nerves inside of him repetitively before his mind clouded and he came.

He stayed like he was arms wrapped around Shizuo, unlike rivals were supposed to be feeling the hot water run over them and for the first time in his life a faint smile that was completely genuine danced over his lips. "Thank you Shizu-chan."

"G-Go to hell, Izaya..." Came the halfhearted retort.

In spite of the insult, he smiled as he felt arms encircling him. His tranquil thoughts were temporary, as that one thrust and surge of pleasant pain tugged him back to this prodigious reality. Groaning and gasping at the heat of it all, he enthusiastically backed into the thrusts, wanting Izaya to fill him deeper and deeper, until...He came just seconds before Izaya did, tensing his body up as it filled with warm euphoria, and then there came serenity.

Upon releasing his seed, he would have collapsed shakily to the ground, had Izaya not been holding him so closely and securely like he was. Steadying his breath and face flushed, he turned his head around to clasp their lips together in an avid kiss. He was wonderfully spent.

When their lips separated, he whispered to him softly, "Don't mention it..."

I should be thanking you, flea...But I won't. Maybe this will suffice...

Turning around to face the man who had given him so much trouble and ecstasy, he wrapped his arms around his neck and brought him close to kiss him deeply. Many unspoken words were said through ardent moans, as he meshed their mouths together.

He attacked his mouth hungrily before pulling out of him and shakily turning off the shower. Grabbing a towel he threw a fluffy one at him and threw one around himself grinning happily as he walked out of the shower. He skipped by a small table in the middle of his room littered with random game pieces and moved the King chess piece next to the Queen smiling to himself before flopping down onto his bed, stomach first in euphoria.

"Ne, Shizu-chan...I'll still kill you in the morning." His smile was playful and his eyes closed as he felt the soft blankets under him. He opened one eye looking at him questioningly. "You like sweets right?" He gave a slight smirk his eyes glowing in amusement. "I do have ice cream down stairs..."

As Shizuo wrapped the towel around his waist and shook the water out of his drenched blond hair like a bedraggled wet dog, he couldn't banish the smile upon his face.

That was a damn good shower...

When he followed Izaya out of the bathroom, that lazy grin wavered slightly for a second. He glanced confusedly at the chess board, raising one eyebrow. Not understanding the logic behind the game pieces, he simply shrugged and thought nothing of it.

His attention snapped back to the cute, yet caustic future master of the universe. The way he was just laying there, looking especially adorable with his hair all damp and messy. The smile...

"Oh, Is that so...Heh. We'll see about that."

Without thinking, the abrasive adolescent tackled Izaya in bed, nuzzling him playfully. He grinned faintly and propped himself on his arm, leaning on his side upon the mattress, his eyes still glued to the other boy.

Gently, he traced a single finger along Izaya's spine, down to the tail bone.

At the mention of ice cream, his stomach growled agitatedly and he froze. Despite his looks, he was a total sweet tooth. He went quiet for a moment, before mumbling his reply.

"I like ice cream, yeah..."

For some reason, admitting this made him blush just a little bit.

His eyes closed at the touch running down his spine and his skin prickled in approval as a smile danced faintly on his lips.

He laid there for a while before hearing Shizuo's stomach growl and laughed to himself before getting up and throwing on boxers, greatful the twins were gone for the day.

He smirked eying him as he headed for the kitchen downstairs.

"Right this way..."

He jumped down the stairs almost acrobatically and raised a brow at the door as it rang. He gave a half smirk at Shizuo tilting his head, acting as if walking around hardly wearing anything was commonplace.

"Should we let them in? Or should I tell them to go away?"

He sighed standing outside and pinched the bridge of his nose looking incredibly uncomfortable. He had already spent the entire day being chased down the streets having girls yell Yuuhei something or other...he couldn't make it out, nor did he want to. The celebrity thing was his sisters gig, not his and now that he was at the house of this informant he was supposed to meet and the guy wasn't answering.

He rung the doorbell again and then tried the door, not looking the least bit surprised when it just opened. He walked in staring at Izaya in his boxers and Shizuo coming out of the bedroom. The implication of what had happened just minutes before, ridiculously obvious.
He checked his watch.
He was right on time... had this guy planned this to make him uncomfortable?
If so, what kind of person was he about to make a deal with?

He took a breath keeping his expression neutral and looked at both of them in a calm demeanor before adverting his eyes to the wall, thankful his hair was long enough to hide his ears which he could feel burning red.

"Okay...So, which one of you is the informant?"

Since it was just the two of them at the house, he really didn't think of getting dressed just yet. He felt no need to, so he followed Izaya out of the bedroom with just the towel covering him.

He instantly regretted his bold decision when he heard the door bell ring.

Aw, shit. What if that's Mairu and Kururi!! Why would they be back so soon, though? Ah, I should have at least...

"Nnn, wish we could tell them to go away..." He grumbled despondently.

At that moment, the person beyond the door was revealed. Upon seeing the visitor, Shizuo's jaw dropped and his entire face turned different shades of red.

Izaya smirked jumping up the stairs in just a few leaps and wrapped his arms around Shizuo licking his neck suggestively before looking straight at Charon who appeared to be turning redder by the minute.

"Oh did I say 1pm? I really meant two..."

His smirk grew as he looked at the boy at the door who was looking anywhere but at them.

"But if you must know~ Today, this is your informant."

He grinned maliciously and ruffled Shizuo's hair before jumping back into his room and locking the door leaving Shizuo to fend for himself, knowing himself that this person wasn't Kasuka, but marveling in the fact that they were so similar. It wasn't until after he locked the door that he realized Shizuo had left his clothes inside...but as is the Izaya way, this just amused him more and he pressed his ear to the door listening.

He flushed red and shoved his hands into his pocket chewing his tongue but remaining expressionless as he was left with the blond in the towel. He sighed and finally met his gaze...better to get it over with.

"Um...is this a bad time? I could come back...I guess."

He shrugged looking up the stairs and pushed his hands further into his pockets.

"I heard you were the guy to come to for information, and my Uncle wants me to get some."

As Izaya flicked his tongue over his earlobe, he moaned involuntarily, temporarily forgetting that the weird kid who looked freakishly like his brother was just standing right there. A shiver ran up his spine, and his towel nearly slipped down his hips. Good thing he quickly caught it before it went down to his ankles. He was still blushing, his face as bright and red as a strawberry.

When Izaya ruffled his hair and gave him that devious look, he hadn't realized exactly what he was implying. He hadn't realized at the moment that Izaya had forced him into an awkward situation, until he heard the slam of the bedroom door being shut, and found himself all alone with the guest.

He tore his gaze away from the boy, glaring furiously at Izaya's door. How the hell was it back on its hinges anyway?!

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYAAAAAAAAAAA...!! I'm so gonna kill you!!

"Huh?!"

Shizuo stared at the boy who had believed that he truly was an information broker. He looked scary as ever, silently fuming and with a dangerous golden glint in his eyes.

"Ah...What d'ya want?"

He kept his expression neutural and cleared his throat with one hand before shoving it back in his pocket and shrugging.

"You told me you knew someone who might need a stunt double?"

He gave him a skeptical look, still incredibly uncomfortable with the whole situation.

"I'm looking for work, and my Uncle is looking for someone who can take my place, as I've decided to stop working for the family. Since we....are similar..."

He paused for a moment but didn't elaborate then nodded.

"...I figured you would know what I should do."

He sighed and listened to the other boy, relaxing a bit. It didn't feel all that strange anymore, since it really was almost as if he were talking to his little brother.

And then it hit him!

"Ah, yeah...I know someone."

He stepped closer to the client, circling around him and looking thoughtful, studying his features. He didn't care if his scrutiny was imposing in anyway. Then, he nodded and even grinned faintly.

"I'm sure you get this all the time, but you look strikingly like that actor, Kas--Erm. Yuuhei Hanejima. He could use a stunt double."

He flushed red looking a little embarrassed but he nodded in respect for the other man.

"I've heard that...You wouldn't know where to find him would you?"

He glanced at the door to Izaya's room listening to some banging that was going on before glancing back at Shizuo.

"You remind me of someone I know."

He nodded and handed him a card with the name Claudia Walken scripted in pink across the front.

"This is my sister's agent...if you really do know Yuuhei Heiwajima I'm going to be tone deaf when she finds out."

He nodded to him, glanced once more and the banging coming from Izaya's room and then gave a short wave.

"Thank you for your help."

He swore falling to the ground completely tied up in red ribbon. Another one of the twins traps. He really, really shouldn't have taught him all of these things!

But honestly...

What else does one do with two sisters but turn them into lesbians and see how many games they can survive before they become evil masterminds?

Still, the first thought in his mind was that of: Now was probably not the best time to have pissed Shizuo off.
He squirmed across the floor to his bed trying to reach his knife to cut free.

He smirked slightly as he reached his knife and held it in one hand thinking to himself...

Then again...

He smirked hearing Charon leave and held the knife behind his back, debating.

Still holding the towel in place so it wouldn't slide off, he tapped his chin thoughtfully, seriously trying to remember where his brother would be around this time.

"Uh...I think you could find him by that shop, you know...It's across that Russia Sushi place. Hard to miss. . .What the fuck?"

When the strange banging noises began to occur, he looked to the same direction as Charon. He rose an eyebrow and frowned.

"What the hell is that bastard up to now? Hm? Haha. I do, huh? Who?"

He took the card and gave it one curious look, chuckling a bit in amusement. His aura was a lot more amicable than it was just moments ago.

"Yeah, it's no problem, I guess. See ya, and take care."

He smiled and waved the hand still clutching the card, opening the door to let the guest out.

He scratched his head and wondered what the fuck just happened? Things couldn't get any weirder, but then again...

His grimace returned as soon as Charon was back on the streets, glaring at Izaya's bedroom door again. He stormed over there, kicking it open to see what was causing all the noise.

"Oi, Izaya! Why the hell did you make me do your dirty work? And what are you doing?"