Title: Brand New Tomorrow

Pairing: Eventual Shizaya

Rating: T for now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! Or any of its characters.

Summary: Two and a half years after the events that shook Ikebukuro and everyone is starting to get their lives back. Or…almost everyone. Shizuo Heiwajima would rather bite his tongue to death than admit he was worried, but what would happen when after that much time, Izaya Orihara comes back in Ikebukuro? Will he be out for revenge? Or will he be different now?

Warnings: Probably OOC and blood and violence for later chapters.

A/N: …I don't really have anything else to say…I hope I give this plot justice. It's been ages since I've written anything and I'm pretty sure I suck at it now. But this bunny was just begging to be written down so I had to.

Please let me know what you think.

Review, please? ^^

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Two and a half years.

Two and a half years have passed since that day Ikebukuro plunged into chaos and near destruction.

That much time has passed since that moment that shook the lives (and even took some) of those who lived in the diverse city. Two and a half years since the place never felt the same ever again. Those who've only stepped in their diverse city would never experience Ikebukuro as it was two years ago. Sure, the city already recovered from the destruction and the mayhem caused by the 'war' almost as if it never even transpired (Some were even skeptical at how quickly the government seemed to be able to fund the repairs, but after a while no one asked), but those who played a role in that commotion knew, while the city was now back to normal, it would never be the same place again.

Everyone's lives went back to normal after all that insanity. Ryuugamine Mikado had to spend a few days more in the hospital but returned to school with Kida Masaomi and Sonohara Anri as if nothing happened. Their classmates greeted them, blissfully unaware of their part in the prior chaos. Of course the Dollars, the Yellow scarves and the Saika still pretty much exists, but for now the three are just happy to be back to where they started…Peaceful and Harmonious coexistence. Kuronuma Aoba disappeared without a trace but his name was never brought up again. Kururi and Mairu Orihara went under the tutelage of Mikage after Izaya disappeared and were getting along quite well with Akane. Shinra and Celty returned to the house they lived in, their love for each other growing more and more after the circumstances. The dullahan didn't even protest when Shingen proposed to take her head with him to Chicago for study, as she was happy and contented with her life now, with the man who accepted her for who she was and loved her despite not having a head. She was grateful Shinra made her realize this was where she truly belonged. She still works her usual job, and of course the legend of the headless rider is still infamous to everyone in Ikebukuro, though for Celty Sturluson, it was her life and she was happy with it.

Shizuo Heiwajima went back to working with Tom as a debt collector after Vorona and Sloan went back to Russia. Last they heard the two were already deciding on a date for their marriage after being confirmed by Vorona's father, they sent in invitations of course, but the chances of anyone from Ikebukuro actually going to Russia for them were slim to none, so they vowed to return soon and hold another wedding ceremony in Japan.

Two and a half years.

Two and a half years later, and everyone has moved on and were all living their lives again.

Well…Almost everyone.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll get the money! Please don't kill me!" the man shrieked trying to cover his head as he was lifted off the ground by none other than Shizuo. He looked close to fainting too so he decided to let him go as Tom did the rest, his job was to scare them anyway.

After a while they made their way out of the man's house, Tom smiling as he got what he came for and Shizuo already reaching for the cigarette he kept in his pocket. That was the last person on their list today so after a while Tom told the former bartender he was free to go home. The blond nodded and walked away without another word, it had become quite a routine for them after two and a half years. Shizuo's boss simply shook his head, staring after him.

"Two and a half years and he still hasn't forgiven himself huh?"

Like how Celty is still regarded as the headless rider, Heiwajima Shizuo is also still known as the monster of Ikebukuro; of course he still had his crazy strength. Several gang members still try to do him in from time to time but over the past years the blond learned how to fight them off without losing his temper so much and going on rampages and throwing vending machines and signposts all over the city. True, they still pissed him off to no end, but lately they all became boring with their usual stunts of trying to shoot him or stab him with a knife. Usually he would have sent his offender flying the next city over, but nowadays he wasn't even into it that they were only ending up on the edges of the city, sometimes closer when Shizuo wasn't in the mood to deal with them.

Of course Shizuo still hated violence, and was a little proud of himself now that he could keep his temper under control. But if he was going to be more honest with himself he would admit that it was simply because life had become so boring now. Not even those stupid gang members could actually make him feel anything other than annoyance and that pinch of pain on the rare occasions they actually managed to land a bullet on him. He let out a puff of smoke, hands inside his pockets as he made his way back to his apartment.

Bored, bored…bored…damn it…kill…kill…kill…Bored…

He grumbled, kicking a few stones that were on his way. No he wasn't at all complaining, Why should he? Everything was what he wanted in the first place…a peaceful Ikebukuro…or at least, an Ikebukuro that wouldn't be enveloped in total chaos in the near future.

So why did he feel this way? Why did he feel so empty?

Almost as if…he—

Damn NO. He halted his wayward thoughts before they could even go there because that sort of thing was just not possible. Not in this lifetime…or any other lifetimes, for that matter. He tch'ed, reaching towards his pocket for another stick of cigarette, the boredom must really be getting to him…to actually think that he'd actually miss Izaya's presence…of all things.

Ah damn it! He actually said it!

Izaya Orihara never showed up in Ikebukuro ever again, nor Shinjuku as he heard from people. The flea dropped off the face of the earth after his death match with Shizuo two and a half years ago. No one knew what had happened to the informant. Some say he died, some say he became invalid after getting all of his bones broken, some say he fled to another part of Japan and found another place to torment there, some even say he was just hiding, biding his time to come back and finish the hell uproar he started. Personally, the blond didn't care if it was any of the earlier choices, but if the flea was indeed intending to come back for revenge (and he wouldn't really put it past that man-Izaya was one sick bastard after all), then he needed to be prepared in case the raven haired informant indeed suddenly appear.

The ex-bartender sighed, trying to clear his head. Damn flea wasn't even here yet he manages to get on his nerves as usual.

When I get my hands on him again I swear I'll—

Then quite suddenly Shizuo's thought process stopped and completely froze. He stood rooted to his spot and even comically dropped the cigarette in his mouth. He wasn't sure if he was seeing what he was actually seeing or his mind was just playing tricks on him.

No, he was sure he was just seeing things.

Because standing by the edge of the park, dressed in his fur trimmed parka and his hands in his pockets…

is unmistakably the thought of the devil himself.

Izaya Orihara