Author's rambling:

First thing I want to say: I'm sorry for all the mistakes! This story is the first one I've ever tried to write using English. I don't have beta. So I'll be very grateful for all the reviews and comments.

Okay, about the story! Basically it's going to be completely twisted, so prepare for strage stuff and randomness, but for violence or angst as well. I'm still not sure what is this thing going to evolve into. Containing ShizuoXIzaya, TsugaruXPsyche. And Delic - someone has to make things complicated. Rated M for possible sex, but I can't promise anything~

I really hope you'll like it!

Nuria


Tell me please, how should I begin? Intro has to be properly written, right? To gain reader's interest as quickly as possible, and stuff. I suppose you already have your own image of how this prologue should look like, right?

…introduce myself? It's not very original, don't you think?

Okay, okay! My name is Orihara Izaya. I'm 23 and I'm an information broker. Some seem to consider me as one of the most dangerous people in Tokio. Are they right you ask? Let me keep my opinion to myself.

Isn't the weather today really pretty? Just look how many people decided to come out of their houses and take a walk! And not to mention that you've chosen one very good place – you can clearly see the whole street and everyone who's passing by without being noticed. You've got some kind of talent, I have to admit it.

Well, back to the topic! I'm sure you won't believe a word from what I'm about to tell you… but I'm going to do it anyway, since it's the story worth being remembered. But I have to warn you. No laughing, no making fun. You see, this whole thing has its well… embarrassing moments. Yes, embarrassing even for me, Izaya Orihara.

There are things in my past I'm proud of, and the ones I regret. Even if I'm incredibly intelligent and very vicious (try to say it twice as fast!) I have my demons just like everybody. The story you're going to hear is about the way these demons were haunting me for years, and how I finally managed to get rid of them – and, of course, about those who came to help me. You're going to see this world through my eyes, hear what I've heard, feel what I've felt. And maybe, just maybe you'll be the one to understand me.

Are you sure you still want me to tell you everything?