It took me this long to fix this?! I'm horrible...
Oh well. Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara, blah blah blah.
Izaya wandered around Ikebukuro looking entertainment. Nothing was entertaining him; Shizu-Chan was out of town at the moment. And nothing was worse than bored Izaya. He pranced through the streets looking for someone, anyone who caught his fancy. Suddenly, he saw someone who made him do a double-take. For no real reason too. She was pretty enough, wearing leggings and a short dress that showed plenty of her chest. She had long black hair, the front sections dyed red. Izaya had never seen her before; for once he had no idea who she was. She seemed like another normal human.
Or perhaps not so normal... Izaya thought as he watched her scale the fire escape ladder on the side of a nearby building, leaping across rooftops, laughing in delight.
Izaya watched her in curiosity, his lips curling into a smirk as he darted after her, taking the safer ground route. He darted through the streets, running through alleys trying to keep her in sight, his trademark fur-trimmed jacket flapping in the air behind him.
A few people glanced at him before quickly turning away and avoiding him when they realized that it was Izaya, after all, everyone was used to Izaya darting through the streets, usually with a blond man in a bartenders suit stampeding after him. Izaya truly wasn't the fastest runner, he was a few buildings behind her, and would have been farther behind if not for his skills in parkour.
Finally, she stopped, after leaping from one rooftop and landing in a hand-stand on the very edge of the next building, and flipping to her feet from there.
He stopped , watching her display with one eyebrow raised in mild surprise. Izaya backed up to the edge of the sidewalk to keep her in sight. "Hey! Come down for a minute, I'd like to speak to you!" He called in the friendliest voice he could manage, trying to keep his usual scheming smirk from popping up.
The woman looked down at him, and then shrugged and walked away from the edge, effectively disappearing.
Izaya glared at where she had disappeared. He ran around the building a couple times trying to find a way to the roof.
Come and get me Orihara. The woman thought, smirking while fingering the small pistol hidden beneath her clothes. Her real name was Hikari Fujihara. She was an assassin, hired to assassinate Izaya Orihara, whom she knew would not go down without a fight, unless she could somehow lure him into a situation where she could kill him quickly and quietly. She had put on that little show when she saw him across the street to spark his interest, and make him come to her. Once he found a way to roof, she would kill him, and collect the rest of her bounty.
Izaya thought about it for a minute then turned and started walking away, he knew he'd see her again. Hmm, sexy with red and black hair. I'm sure that there have been many sightings of her. I'll look online, see what I can find. Izaya thought as he walked away.
Hikari frowned, and then leaped across rooftops, overtaking him quickly. She knew where he lived, after all, what kind of assassin would she be if she didn't know such a simple fact about her target? A mediocre one. And that was unacceptable. She was, and would remain until she was dead, the top assassin. She made her way across the rooftops quickly, reaching his apartment five minutes before he did. She chose a dark hiding spot, and waited, drawing her pistol, then going perfectly still and silent.
Izaya walked out of the elevator and to his door, walking right past her, totally oblivious to her presence and completely carefree.
"Don't move Orihara." A smug voice said from behind him, a small click going off, like the safety on a pistol being released.
Izaya smirked and did as he was told. "Ah... Hello~" He purred, slipping his hands into his pockets lazily, as though his life wasn't being threatened at the moment. "May I... See my attacker?~" He purred again.
"No. I don't trust you. Any last words? A dying confession to your secret love?" Her tone had a bored quality.
Izaya chuckled. "You might just be my true love. But we'll never know if you don't let me turn around." He turned around anyway with his trademark smirk in place. I knew it! The woman form earlier. He thought triumphantly. "Ah..." He glanced her over quickly. "Lovely~"
Hikari growled, irritated. "Didn't I say 'no'?" She asked, pointing the gun at his forehead.
"I don't take no for an answer." He purred in reply before darting past her with the intention of leading her on a cat and mouse chase much like the chases he often enjoyed with his precious Shizu-Chan.
In a flash, she yanked out one of the many knives hidden on her person, and slashed off some of the fur from his hood as he darted past her. "Were you going somewhere?" She asked innocently, picking up a piece of tan fur.
He turned back to her and glared, his shit-eating smirk still on his face. "I guess not." He purred, his voice had a dangerous undertone.
Hikari examined the fur in her hand, smirking smugly, looking at him coyly. "I didn't think so. Really Orihara, I'm disappointed. Letting your guard down like this?" She clicked her tongue in disapproval.
Izaya suddenly removed his hand from his pocket, throwing a knife at her shoulder, in hopes that it would make it easier for him to defeat her.
Hikari caught the handle of the knife easily, never even looking at it. "Really, is that the best that you can do?" She asked mockingly, using his knife to play with the fur in her hand.
He approached her silently, prowling like a cat. "Is that a challenge?" He purred.
"No." She answered in a bored voice, placing her pistol against his forehead. "Any last words?"
He was perfectly still, his smug smirk never fading. "Yes... I have a few."
"Oh? Better say them now then. I'll give you sixty seconds tops." Hikari said with a matching smirk.
"First thing is a message to a certain girl... who has me in a certain situation." His eyes lit up, like everything was falling into place.
"Fifty seconds left." She sounded bored.
Izaya chuckled. "The girl is... Beautiful and clever."
Hikari rolled her eyes. "Well, this isn't new. I'd hoped for something the great Orihara Izaya, but oh well. You have thirty-five seconds."
"She's also... In a lot of danger." He purred mischievously.
She raised an eyebrow, seeming mildly interested now. "Okay, I've only heard that twice before, keep going, you have thirty seconds left." Her pistol was still pressed against his forehead.
"She's... Messed with a very dangerous man."
Hikari sighed. "Now it's getting boring again." Twenty-five seconds."
"She was foolish enough to hold a gun to this man's head even." Izaya smirked at her devilishly.
Hikari frowned. "This sounds familiar. Okay, nobody's ever tried this, you get ten points for creativity. Anything else?"
"She's shit out of luck if she wants to kill him." In flash, he grabbed her wrist and spun her around, pushing her against the wall from behind.
Hikari growled in frustration, reaching behind them both pressing the gun against the back of his head. "Really? We'll see about that." She started to put pressure on the trigger.
He panicked and jerked away, grabbing for the gun but failing to grab it.
Hikari whipped around, throwing her arms around his neck, pressing the pistol against the back of his head again. "Afraid of death are we?" She asked, her smirk returning.
"Not of death... Of being forgotten." He choked out.
"I see. Well, maybe you will, maybe you won't. Have fun in hell. Save me a spot, will ya?" She asked, about to pull the trigger.
He growled, reaching up quickly and grabbing the wrist leading to the hand holding the gun to his head.
Unnoticed by both of them, one of the neighbors suddenly stepped out of his apartment, freezing when he saw the two of them standing in the hallway. From where he was, it looked like some young lady, probably a prostitute, was holding a gun to young Nakura-San's head.
"You really don't want to die do you?" Hikari asked in a low, sultry murmur, moving the gun to just above his heart.
"I'm calling the cops young lady!" The neighbor shouted, running into his apartment and slamming the door, dialing the police.
Izaya smirked. "Now you do know that there are cameras here right?~"
"Do I look like I care?" She asked, about to pull the trigger.
Izaya finally figured that he was going to die right then and there, and figured that all he could do was play with words until the end. Oh, but then they'll know that it was you~ He thought with a small sigh. And it's no fair killing someone with a gun...
"Although, I'm disappointed." Hikari mused, her face emotionless. "I thought that you would be harder to kill... Oh well." She sighed.
"You cheated~" He purred, his smirk back as he thought of something. Suddenly, he kissed her in an attempt to surprise her.
Hikari's eyes widened in surprise, her pistol dropping from her hand by accident. Shit!
Izaya kept his lips against hers, grabbing her wrists as he kicked her gun away, forcing her back against the nearest wall. He pulled his lips away with a smirk, looking down at her, slightly out of breath from lack of oxygen.
Hikari was gasping for breath, speechless.
He chuckled, lust flashing in his eyes. "Oh, and the last part of my 'last words', is that she doesn't know what she was in for." His smirk grew.
"Really?" She asked breathlessly.
Izaya's smirk widened even more. "Yes~"
"I see." In a flash, Hikari pulled out one of her knives and went stab him.
He jumped away with a chuckle. "No no~" He chided her playfully.
That was the opening she was looking for. Hikari followed him, wrapping her arm around his neck again and placing her blade against his neck. "Thanks for making it easier." She smirked.
Izaya smiled softly and jerked his elbow back into her stomach.
Hikari's body jerked and curled inward a little, her hand slipping and scraping his neck with the knife by accident.
Izaya again grabbed her hands and yanked her forward, then somehow threw her to the ground while she was off balance and jumped away from her and began frantically searching for the gun he had kicked.
Hikari back-flipped to her feet. "You really suck with girls, you know that right?" She said in a snippy tone, getting ready to throw blades directly from her sleeves.
Izaya glared at her and finally saw the gun. He grabbed it rapidly and pointed it at her. "Most girls don't try to kill me before the first date." He commented as he pointed the gun at her head. And the tables turn... Finally... He thought with a smirk.
Hikari laughed. "Only because they don't know that you're a bastard wearing a nice front." She flicked one hand casually and a knife shot out of her sleeve and embedded itself in the wall behind, speeding by his neck, just barely missing him and his jacket. "Unless you want a fur-less jacket, drop my pistol and don't touch it again." She said calmly, inspecting her nails.
Izaya smiled, and stepped to back to the back of the hallway, to the window. He casually hit the glass, breaking it and cutting his hand. Then he held the gun out the window. "Drop it... Like this?" He asked as he dropped it out the window, letting it drop several stories.
Hikari shrugged. "That works." She walked forward, pushing him closer to the broken window. "Hm, maybe I should just push you out, make it look like suicide." She mused, placing another knife that she pulled out of who knows where against his neck.
"Oh, but everyone knows I won't kill myself~" He purred as she slowly backed him towards the window.
Hikari shrugged. "So what? Everyone knows that you're close to losing it completely, so they'll think that that's what happened." She said calmly, forcing him closer to the broken window.
Izaya once again grabbed her and swung her around. Now she was the one a few feet away from the broken window. He smiled and grabbed her wrists while forcing her all the way back to the edge.
Twisting her wrists in her grip, she grabbed his wrists in turn. "If I fall, you're falling with me."
He pulled her away from the edge and pushed her to the ground, falling on top of her and pinning her down. "I'm alright with that.~" He purred, holding her down with her arms above her head.
Shit I can't throw any of my knives. She bucked her hips, trying to throw him off. "Oh, are you?"
He dropped his full weight on her, holding her down, completely unaffected by her bucking. "As long as I'm on top~"
Hikari raised an eyebrow, stilling her body. "Sounds to me like you mean something else."
Izaya chuckled. "Smart girl~"
Hikari adopted a blank look. "Thanks, but I'm not interested."
"Oh... Why not?" He had a look of fake hurt when she said that.
"Because I'm just not. And it makes no sense to fuck with you, and then turn around and kill you."
Izaya smiled cutely. "It makes perfect sense~"
Hikari shrugged. "Maybe to you." Suddenly, she brought her knee up sharply, hitting where no man should ever be kicked.
Izaya tensed up and let go of her, sliding off of her with a soft whimper and curling up on the floor next to her.
"You're pathetic." She muttered, getting on top of him and pressing yet another knife against his neck. "What were you saying about being on top?" She smirked.
He glared up at her and then suddenly covered her mouth and nose with a rag soaked with chloroform, holding her head in place with his other hand. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do that.."
Hikari gasped in surprise, and then collapsed on his chest, her blade landing on his throat. One wrong move, and it would cut him.
Izaya was still for a moment. After what seemed like forever, he carefully moved the knife off his neck, slightly cutting the skin and drawing blood. The cut wouldn't do any damage, it wouldn't even scar, but he growled at the fact that it was there. He shoved Hikari off of him, and stood, scooping her up effortlessly and carrying her unconscious body inside his apartment and slamming the door shut. He stripped her clothes off, taking all of her weapons, and then just put her dress back on her, burning her legging and longsleeve shirt. After that, Izaya picked her up again and carried her to the bedroom, placing her on her knees close to the end of the bed and tying her hands above her head.
He sat in front of her and leaned against the wall with a tired sigh, waiting for her to wake. Why do I find you so interesting? He asked himself silently, watching her sleep.
You're such a creeper Izaya! Watching her sleep...