A/n: I redone Chapter 1, I hope its a lot better now. The other one was poorly done. Thanks a ton Chloe for the awesome editing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara.

Fired

I stormed past the people of Ikebukuro in a fit of rage, suddenly coming to a stop and shouting "Today is the worst day of my life!" I felt heat rapidly rushing up to color my face when I noticed all the pairs of curious eyes looking towards me. Feeling anxiety, I quickly try to rush away from the curious stares, and try to push away the embarrassment showing on my face.

Feeling the stares long gone, I come to a slower pace and let out a long breath of air that I hadn't realized, I had been holding. When the feeling relief came over me, I lifted my head to look up into the light blue sky without a cloud in sight. While staring at the beautiful blue color, I lost myself in thought of remembering how my day started off, not noticing the dark clouds behind me, coming my way.

Coming out of my unconsciousness, I blinked my eyes several times trying to focus them on my alarm clock to check the time. Once I was able to see the time, I swiftly jumped out of bed and tried to rush for my dresser, only to fail and fall backwards as my feet slid out from under me..

Coming to my senses, I felt a slight pain throbbing on the back of my head. Looking around I realized I was lying with my back against the floor facing the ceiling. I slowly sat up, checking the floor to figure out how I had ended up on the floor. I looked down to see my clothes that I had taken off last night before hoping into bed.

After pulling myself up to my feet, I looked behind me to see what had caused the pain to form on the back of my head. Spotting the only thing behind me, I come to the conclusion that I must have hit my head on the bed railing. Turning back around I kicked my clothes to the side, cursing myself for being too lazy to put them in the laundry last night.

While venturing back to the dresser, I suddenly remembered the time. I quickly grabbed a pair of clean bartender clothes and put them on in hurry. Being fully clothed, I rushed out the door to head to work in anger because I was running late from oversleeping. I've never been the type to oversleep; however, this time I had gone to bed late because I was out at the club celebrating Shinra's birthday till 3 in the morning. Stupid Shinra, let's see if I ever go out drinking with him again.

While rushing down the street of Ikebukuro, I felt a heavy weight land on my back causing me to fall and smash my face into the pavement. Forcing my mind away from the pain in my nose, I quickly pushed myself off the pavement, cursing at whoever was trying to hold me down.

After knocking the person off, I turned around to see two angry guys looking at me with the intent to kill, and noted one of them was carrying a metal pipe. Upon seeing a stop sign next to me, I pulled it from the ground with all my strength. I noticed the guy with the pipe coming towards me with the intent to hit me, so I quickly swung the sign into the guy's side causing him to fly into the dumpster in the alleyway next to us. The other guy then hollered in shock and tried to escape; however, I throw the pole towards him knocking him off his feet and yelled, "try and mess with me again and you'll receive death!"

Resuming my fast pace, feeling pissed and slightly pleased from the attack, I continued towards work. Arriving in the northern district of Ikebukuro, I stopped and stared at the entrance of the bar I am currently working at. Feeling a tad nervous for being late, I gathered my courage and headed in.

I started towards the back to clock in for work, while trying to avoid my boss in the process, only to fail. Then for the next fifteen minutes, I had to listen on the importance of being late, or at least pretend I was.

Once I was done with pretending to listen to the lecture and clocked in, I headed to the front to start work. I started washing the counter while fussing at the boss in my head.. 'It's not like it's my fault I'm late... Okay maybe the oversleeping part was my fault, but I didn't ask those two guys to attack me.' I reasoned with myself.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard the door slam open. Looking up to see what the commotion was, I saw a guy with raven hair and a black jacket with fur around the hood and cuffs rush over to the bar with a pissed off look on his face. While staring at the guy with a hint of interest, I heard him bark out a command to give him a drink. Feeling irritated I replied "What would you like?"

'I don't give a shit, just hurry up and give me something" he growled.

Upon hearing that, a rush of rage washed over me and I snapped. I quickly grabbed the counter and hurled myself over it, not giving him any time to react, and pinned him to the floor straddling his waist with my hands clutching onto his black v-neck shirt. Looking up at me, I stared into his very sinister ruby looking eyes and said, "What the fuck is your problem?"

Instead of answering me, I noted a smirk forming on his face while he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a switchblade. To my surprise he brought the blade to my neck and applied enough pressure to cause a tiny prick in my neck that produced a few drops of blood.

"Who the hell do you think you're messing with?" I asked him in a furious tone while thinking,' who does he think he is? Like I am going to be afraid of some knife, it's almost comical.'

Bringing one of my fists back readying to punch the guy, I felt my boss pull me backwards and away from the raven haired guy saying "Both of you guys knock this shit off while in my bar or I'll call the police.". The crimson eyed guy then got up quickly and stormed out the door fuming, looking back at me with anger before he walked out of the door.

After lifting myself off the floor, so I could return to working. I heard my boss say with a hint of sorrow "I'm sorry Shizuo, but I can no longer handle your temper anymore. This makes the sixth person you have attacked….I am sorry to say, but you're fired".

Feeling something hitting my face pulling me from my thoughts, I realized rain was sprinkling down on me. "Great!" I yelled with fury from the realization that I didn't have an umbrella with me. Not wanting to catch a cold, due to the fact that I now have to start looking for another job, I started running as fast as I could towards my apartment.

After running for about ten minutes, I finally made it to my apartment, while panting hard and trying to catch my breath I tried to unlock my door. I stopped what I was doing when I heard faint footsteps coming near me. Turning around wondering who could be coming, I looked at their face in shock from realizing it was my landlord's face.

Feeling nervous from the distressed look on his face, I asked with concern, "Is something the matter?"

His eyes shot down to stare at the ground and then he nervously said, "Shizuo, please tell me you have the rent money, you're already behind two months' worth."

I swallowed hard and with slight hesitation I replied, "Sorry Yamashita-san, I still need a little longer to get the money."

He then sighed and looked at me with desperate eyes and said, "Shizuo, I've given you two months already, I can't wait much longer."

Feeling miserable for taking advantage of his kindness I said, "I know. I'm sorry, but please just give me a little longer. I promise I'll have the money."

I looked strongly into his eyes hoping he caves, and I heard him say, "Okay, but I'm only giving you a bit longer then a week and then you're going to have to leave. I'm sorry but that's the best I can do, because I really need the money." I sighed in relief at his words.

Feeling a gush of happiness and compassion, I quickly said, "I understand. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to get the money for you". Little did I know, I really was going to do whatever it takes to get the money. He gave me a slight nod and turned around, heading back to his room.

Letting out another sigh of relief, I continued opening my door and went towards the shower. After stripping all my drenched clothes off, I turned my water on setting it to a lukewarm temperature and hopped in. The water felt so good while relieving me from the chill in my skin. Feeling myself relax, I started wondering what I was going to do now that I was about to lose my first home. Knowing the feeling of having no home very well, I start to feel a rush of panic. I then quickly dismiss those thoughts, and tried to calm myself down. I forced myself to relax again, trying not to think of the past and how Kasuka and I had been forced to live on our own on the streets.

After I finished my shower, I headed towards my room to put on a clean pair of my bartender suits. Feeling a wave of tiredness wash over me from my long morning, I decided I would take a nap. I pulled my blue and white bedding back, and slid into the covers lying down on my back looking up to the ceiling.

"mmmmmm," I moaned at the comfortable feeling of being in my king size bed. Feeling content, I stared at nothing in particular, awaiting sleep to overcome me and then the image of a pair of ruby eyes filled my head. Feeling slightly pissed off from seeing him in my thoughts, I started wondering who in the world that guy was. 'I've never seen that guy around here before,' I thought to myself while turning over to my side to stare out the window. The raven haired boy had very unique eyes, they were so alluring and I probably could stare at them all day. His skin was a creamy white, reminding me of milk. He wasn't a very large guy; in fact he was very small and petite. I quickly tried to dismiss the feeling of thinking he was kind of cute, and hollered, "Oh my god, I did not just think that. I mean he's a guy for crying out loud!"

Feeling irritated with myself, I turned over to lie on my back again, and let my eyes shut, trying to ignore anymore thoughts that might come to my mind about him.

Many minutes passed before I started feeling my eyes grow heavier and heavier. About to fall into a deep sleep, I suddenly remembered my brother said he might come by tomorrow if he was able to get off.

"Crap" I said, upon remembering about my brother.

Squeezing my sheets tight, trying to fight my anger away I thought, 'Now what am I going to do, I can't tell him I've been fired again.' He doesn't voice it, but I know he is disappointed in me because I manage to get fired from every job I get. From the time I was little I have always had a bad temper and monstrous strength, unlike my brother who is void of all emotions. I know he has them, he just doesn't show them on his face or voice. If you play close enough attention to his actions you can see hints of what he's thinking. One thing I know is my brother has never feared me like the rest of my family. Smiling at knowing that fact, I turned over trying to go to sleep again and hoped my brother wasn't able to get off work tomorrow; but with my luck, I just know he will.

Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed it. ^_^