I have a lot of romanji Japanese in this fic. I'm too lazy to translate for you.

CHAPTER 1

"I-za-ya-kun!"

Heiwajima Shizuo had spotted the familiar black-haired, red beady-eyed pest in front Russia Sushi. He was casually leaning on one foot and slouching forward towards Simon, who was talking to him.

"Oi, nomimushi, I thought I told you the other day to stay out of Ikebukuro."

Recognizing Shizuo's shamelessly loud voice, Orihara Izaya swiveled around on one foot and smirked.

"Ah, Shizu-chan, I can't avoid the best sushi in the district though."

Now face to face with the flea, Shizuo growled and swung his fist at the raven head. Izaya swiftly ducked and hopped backwards.

"Jya, Mata-nee!"

As soon as the flea darted away in a blur, Simon wrapped his arms firmly around Shizuo's torso.

"Oi, Simon, yamete! I have to fucking kill that little shit!" Shizuo growled and struggled helplessly as he saw the disappearing figure of Izaya in the distance. Simon tsked.

"Shizuo-kun, fighting is bad. Hunger is bad. Do you want to have our daily special? It's half off today. Half is good, Shizuo-kun."

Now reaching into his pocket to get a brochure, Simon let him go.

"Not now, Simon."

"Are you sure? Sushi is good."

[Pure Water 100%] Oi, Oi! Did you hear? The CCG is in Ikebukuro!

-Bakyura has logged on-

[Bakyura] Gonbanwa!

[Taro Tanaka] Kowai! Do you think ghouls have started preying on us?

[Pure Water 100%] Ma, it would be expected if the CCG starts to interrogate the citizens.

[Bakyura] Ghouls?

[Setton] Ah, apparently the CCG is in Ikebukuro.

[Bakyura] Majikayo?!

[Taro Tanaka] Yeah, but the CCG hasn't taken any action yet. Tabun.

[Setton] They respond to any suspicious events you know.

[Pure Water 100%] I'm back.

[Bakyura] Then they should have come a long time ago, considering all the urban legends and such.

[Setton] I'm pretty sure if they respond to every urban legend they would run out of money.

[Bakyura] Just saying.

-Kanra has logged on-

[Taro Tanaka] Ah, Kanra-san, Gonbanwa.

[Pure Water 100%] Well, doesn't the CCG work with the police? The Color gangs would have to lay low.

[Setton] Kanra-san.

[Bakyura] Same with the Dollars. They might offer money for the forum.

[Kanra] Probably to filter the websites for ghoul activity, right?

[Tanaka Taro] Yabe!

[Pure Water 100%] Dayo-nee.

[Kanra] Why? Is the CCG in Ikebukuro?

[Setton] Yeah.

[Kanra] Hey, do you think Heiwajima Shizuo is a ghoul?

[Pure Water 100%] Gotta go.

-Pure Water 100% has signed off-

[Bakyura] Hmmm, that would explain a lot of things.

[Setton] Oi.

[Bakyura] What? You don't think so? Considering his strength, there is a possibility.

[Setton] If he was a ghoul, he wouldn't be so flashy about it.

[Tanaka Taro] Setton-san has a point.

[Kanra] Who knows? Maybe he is.

[Setton] I don't think so.

-Setton has signed off-

[Bakyura] What was that about?

[Kanra] Sorry guys, I have to go.

[Tanaka Taro] Okay.

[Bakyura] Watch out for ghouls! ;)

-Kanra has signed off-

Turning off his computer, Izaya leaned back and sighed. He closed his eyes and felt his office chair spin around slowly. Stopping the chair with his foot, the Japanese man massaged his temples and groaned.

"You've been spinning around in that chair again haven't you."

Namie set down a cup of coffee on his desk and glared at him.

"Black. No sugar, no cream. You know, you're going to break that chair and yourself if you keep spinning yourself dizzy."

Cracking open one eye, Orihara Izaya smirked.

"Oh, Namie-san, you know me so well!"

Twitching slightly, from the overly gleeful tone of voice, Namie exhaled and crossed her arms.

"I know about it. About you, I mean."

Izaya froze, his grin quickly disappearing.

"You forgot to flush the toilet. Many times in fact. You know, I don't have a medical degree for nothing. Anorexia isn't really the best of habits."

Izaya flinched and immediately started smiling again.

"Daijoubu. I'm not gonna die tomorrow."

Namie scowled and muttered, "You might one day."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. None of my business to worry for you. You can die for all I care."

She swung around, her white lab coat billowing after her as she walked away.

As his secretary left, he called out, "Nice to know you worry about me so much! That's so sweet of you!"

"Shut up!"

Izaya frowned, looking down his reflection in the steaming cup of coffee. In the distorted image, the white of his eyes started fading into obsidian, his burgundy eyes now glowing into a bright ruby red. The skin outside his eyes cracked open, shiny red veins coursing through his eyelids.

"Kuso."

It was that time of month again. Izaya took out a key from his jacket pocket, grimacing. He unlocked his bottom-most drawer in his desk and opened it. The contents were clothes in all black, and a mask.

He stripped off his fur jacket and pants, letting them fall to the floor. He wore a large baggy sweatshirt with a zipper across the back of his shoulders and tight fitting jeans. The mask was a plain, shiny black circle, with a red winking smiley face.

Izaya stuffed it in the large sweatshirt pocket and pulled combat boots out of the drawer as well.

Once a month Orihara Izaya does not bring his knife with him.

Once a month Orihara Izaya does not wear his fur jacket.

Once a month Orihara Izaya does not reveal his identity outside.

When he reached the door to his apartment, he shoved his feet into the boots and laced them up.

"Namie-chan, I'll be out for a while."

"Don't care."

Closing the door behind him, he pulled up his hood and unzipped the back of his sweatshirt.

Once he was out of the complex, he walked into an alley, away from the bright lights of the city. Calmly placing the mask on his face, Izaya jumped onto the roof of the wall in front of him.

Due to his experience as an informant, he knew where to go to find suicide victims. It was a parking lot below one of the tallest buildings in Ikebukuro.

Unfortunately and fortunately, there were none in the empty lot.

He'd have to hunt.

Yamato Hiroki was not happy. They had reports of a ghoul in the streets of Ikebukuro. There wasn't much to go on, other than the fact that it was terrifying and wore dark clothes.

They were assigned this task from the CCG headquarters so they rented out an office in the district.

His squad had investigated the area, asking questions and researching online.

They had gotten a lead after some time. A man, 23 years old, named Heiwajima Shizuo. That had ultimately failed, after the fact that the blood tests revealed him to be human. Heiwajima was just a man with extreme anger issues and upper body strength.

"Eichi-san, let's take a break."

His coworker sprang up from his seat.

"Hai!"

"Don't forget your quinque."

The young investigator's eyes widened in realization.

"Ah, gomenasai. Wasuremashita. My quinque is back at HQ for repairs."

Yamato lit a cigarette and sighed.

"Don't forget next time."

"Hai!"

Izaya had found a rapist behind an inconspicuous office building, who was assaulting a young teenager. He had quickly killed the man with a twist of the neck, and rendered the young girl unconscious. After dropping the girl on a park bench, Izaya returned to the murder scene.

"Yare-yare, you're probably going to taste like shit."

Flipping his mask up, he set to work immediately.

He tore the garish yellow shirt open with his fingers and sunk his teeth in the hip of the victim. Izaya hated this part, biting into skin and tasting the greasy fat attached. Once the skin had been torn away, it revealed the red and brown flesh underneath. As soon as he tasted blood, his eyes changed color, his fingernails were black, and his kakuhou had released from his shoulder blades.

Losing control, he feasted on the body, ravenous with hunger. Izaya hated to admit that this tasted delicious compared to the human food he had forced himself to eat.

"You know, you shouldn't smoke as much, Yamato-san." Eichi frowned. "It's not good for you."

"You think I don't know that? Noob."

Eichi blushed in embarrassment.

"Let's go through the back of the building if you're going to smoke."

"Hai, hai."

Stepping into the alley, they walked along the side. It was quiet, except for the sound of cars rushing through the roads and the occasional honk. The alley was barely illuminated from headlights and streetlights behind them. Eichi could smell the smoky menthol trailing from the cigarette between Yamato's lips.

"Yamato-san?"

"Hmm?"

"What made you want to be a ghoul investigator?"

Yamato exhaled, white wisps streaming through his teeth.

"Curiosity I guess."

"Curiosity?"

"Yeah, I always had something for the supernatural."

"Ah."

"And you?"

"My parents."

"Hmm. Dead?"

"Yeah."

When they were about to turn around the corner, Yamato's cigarette fell from his mouth. He stopped Eichi.

"Wha-"

Yamato clamped his hand over Eichi's mouth and put his finger to his lips.

"Mate. Listen."

Both of them strained to hear, but sure enough, there was the sound of crunching and the tearing of fabric.

Yamato mouthed, "Ghoul," and let Eichi go. They crept around the corner and looked. He gaped in shock.

The ghoul's back was to them, crouched over a completely mutilated body. A pool of blood surrounded the being. The body wasn't surprising, but what shocked him was the ghoul's kagune.

They were pure white wings with feathers, large in size. The wings glowed, ethereal and beautiful. They were folded back, like a bird would when not in use. If you looked closely, you could see tiny red veins coursing through each feather.

Judging by the location of where the wing's bases were, it was an ukaku type.

"Freeze, ghoul."

The ghoul's wings twitched and flexed, unfurling. It stood up from his knees and turned around. The ghoul was clothed in all black from head to toe, highly contrasting his white kagune. A shiny black mask grinned back at them in a wink.

Eichi quickly took a snapshot with his phone.

"Heichou, I think that's the one from the reports."

"Wakata."

Izaya froze and slowly turned around. Stupidly, he had been too absorbed in his meal to realize two doves were behind him.

He would have to fight.

There were two men in trench coats, a man in his forties and the other probably younger than him. Luckily, only the older man had a quinque. The man unclasped the silver briefcase, revealing a large, black, sword-like structure.

"Fuck!"

The man ran towards him, swinging the koukaku sword towards him. Izaya hopped back, avoiding the blow and flying upwards. Suddenly, the sword extended, lightning fast, towards his heart.

He would have to release his fifth kakuhou.

Sprouting from his tailbone, his bikaku kagune shot around this hip and blocked the attack.

The older man's eyes widened.

"A double-type?"

His bikaku was pure white, like his wings. Instead, it resembled a single giant peacock feather.

Click. A flash. Another picture was taken.

"Oh shit."

Izaya let go and flapped his wings, gliding away.