| abstract | - In Kumo the dawn arrived once more, begone was the pest of the petty darkness of the sky obscured by the miserable clouds of thunder. Today was also a day that the Academy started anew trivial to those that were willing to become Shinobi. One of these were not the ones that were still snuggling the pillow in the hope to avoid the sun-rays that were breaking through his curtains. Alas, the warmth provided by his comforter was suddenly gone — pulled away by an evil-smiling girl — and replaced by the coldness of his room. "Get up you thwart!" The girl with hair colour as red as the upcoming sun. Her loud voice made him groan, snuggling his pillow more, as well realising the word she used to him. It seems the girl's vocabulary wasn't the best, not something he didn't know already, and he definitely wasn't the morning person either to correct her. Instead he replied with a simple retort with the sleepiness quite hearable in his voice, "Go away, stupid." She crossed her arms together, fuming at her friend's lazy behaviour. "I-za-ya!" Nikkotama pinched his side, "Come on! We finally got enrolled into the Academy." He didn't turn around, just swatting away her hand. "Huh? No. Just you," he tiredly responded. "I, couple years younger. Now... lemme sleep." Nikkotama grumbled some insensitive words about him, something a brat shouldn't know, but, hey, can't blame this problematic child. "Fine! I'll go myself. Auntie!" She yelled the latter louder, "Izaya isn't getting up. I'm leaving!" The stairs creaked as the girl fled his room and a soft thud on his door was heard. "Unusual for you, Izaya. Did you stay up late again?" Ensue, the said-boy turned his body around, lifting his head to the side to face the woman: his auntie. He blinked to get the sleepiness out of his eyes, "Uh-huh." He began, confirming that he indeed didn't sleep early. "Aunt Hanada, I–," He trailed off softly, bringing a soft smile upon her features. "I told you didn't I? Darui has given you the privilege to enrol together with her. Do it for me, at least?" He grunts, but she knew that he would listen to her plea. Because if it was one person that could get Izaya to do something, it was his ill-suffering Auntie. "Fine."
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