So...yeah, a new one. Hope you like it.

This is unbeta-ed because my Lil-Vixie-chan is unreachable at the moment, haha. So, if anyone is willing to be tortured by my awful English for this story, send me a PM ^^.

I'm trying to keep my ANs to the minimum, so I'm not going to make this longer than strictly necessary.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters nor anything related to the anime Durarara!

Rated: T for now.

Warnings:

- IZUO= IZAYA X SHIZUO in that order. Well, for now, it's not very important, but still...

- Possible fail, and you know it.

- Probably strange English lol.

- And, yep, I can't seem to write very long chapters. Maybe the next ones will be longer, I don't know. It isn't going to be a very long fic either.

Enjoy?

Sky

First cloud

Izaya Orihara weaved through the crowd with a skip on his step. The cold night air ruffled his raven hair and turned pink his cheeks while the neon lights reflected in his reddish eyes, giving him an almost childish look, although most of Ikebukuro inhabitants knew better than to fall for that façade.

Tired of having to dodge countless bodies, he went into the calm refuge that were the dirty back alleys, where no one stupid enough dared to walk into at night, fearing the color menaces -especially the yellow ones- that hid in the shadows.

Everything was going great that day for him: He had caused a large-scale yakuza war and had even gotten paid for it a incredible sum of money and he even had gotten the opportunity to ruin some silly couple's life not that long ago, resulting in their break up and two attempts at suicide, which he, of course, had "prevented". He loved humanity after all, he couldn't let them die. Now, the cherry on top would be some 'Shizu-chan toying'. And speak of the devil…

"Shizu-cha~n!"

The blonde appeared around the corner looking at the ground, hands in pockets, his shoulders and back hunched, his hair a mess and, was that blood on his shirt? Even giving off the impression of being quite unstable on his feet. However, he did not react to his pet name being called -or more precisely, shouted- by his sworn enemy. He kept walking in the brunette's direction with his head down, his sun-kissed bangs and purple-ish sunglasses covering his eyes all the time.

Of course, the shorter man couldn't have any of that. Who knew about a person that could ignore so blatantly THE Izaya Orihara? No, that was bad for his ego -particularly coming from his personal toy- , so he started bouncing around the taller man shouting 'Shizu-chan' all the while, an attempt at taunting the other man to 'play' with him for a while. The only result was the other stopping in the end, but no noticeable change in his demeanor could be seen nor did his pocketed hands made an apparent move to get out of their warm place in a threatening motion.

Izaya hated Shizuo with fervor since they were young; too much unpredictability was concentrated on his persona and he liked to control everything. Humans were simpletons there for his entertainment as the only puppeteer intelligent enough to handle the threads. Yet, he loved them. Just this…'thing' in front of him seemed to escape his comprehension every time, and therefore his unconditional love. Add to this his out-of-this-world strength, his so-called pacifism and that strange…feeling of possessiveness that stung him every time he saw him. Just insufferable.

But that day he just knew something was wrong, different, bizarre, and it had nothing to do with the other's bloodied appearance, but with his behavior. And that intrigued him.

"Ne, Shizu-cha~n"

[…] (A/N: = silence)

"Ne…"

[…]

"!"

[…]

"Oy!"

Nothing seemed to faze the zombie-like creature in front of Izaya. He didn't lift his head even once.

"Ne, Shizu-chan, why aren't you looking at the sky like you usually do while smoking a cigarette?" He was mostly talking to himself, already getting bored of the situation. That was something that had always piqued his interest, how the blond would look at the sky every now and then for long periods of time. However, he did receive an inaudible answer that time around.

"…" (A/N: This is not silence, but an inaudible sentence…)

"What was that?" He asked, tilting his head with amusement in front of the other's very face.

"…Because I love blue…"

"Hahh?" He couldn't help but be taken aback by the response, falling back a step from his previous stance.

This was getting out of hand; Shizuo was getting weirder than ever. "What does it have to do with anything?"

"…It's because when you stop seeing something you like for a long time, and then see it again after that, doesn't it look more beautiful than before? So I'm just waiting for that moment, when I'll see the sky from the tallest place in its utmost beauty. "

He wasn't making any sense. The almost taciturn whisper was so cheesy and so out of character Izaya could not believe it anymore. Shizu-chan had finally gone crazy from too much adrenaline in his brain. That, or he had hit his head by accident while causing a ruckus and this was the consequence, or at least that was the conclusion Izaya had reached.

And with that, the blond kept on walking, head still down and leaving behind a partly relieved, partly annoyed, partly amused Izaya.

Relieved because his day wouldn't be ruined with object of great caliber thrown at him.

Annoyed for being ignored and hadn't been able to get a better reaction from the fortissimo of Ikebukuro.

Amused for the whole strange situation, where Shizuo had been in the "best" mood everyone had ever seen.

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Gusi~ (=^w^=)