Even though it's passed the holidays but, hey, we're only human. So, this is going to be my first fan fic outside of Kingdom Hearts. So, let's hope this doesn't go horribly wrong. Enjoy!

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Twenty Five Days

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Chapter 1: A Partridge In A Pear Tree

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The snow fell upon the busy city of Tokyo. The people of the Ikebukuro district were going about their day taking care of business. One man in particular, going by the name of Orihara Izaya, stalked the streets this December first. Izaya was a man of callous and deceit. He only helped others if he got some kind enjoyment and or pleasure from it. For he loved humans, and loved to see them in every possible situation. So Izaya walked around causing several situations and problems with a verity of people. Needless to say he had several enemies who'd love to see him dead.

One of those men was none other than Heiwejima Shizuo, who calmly sat at the bar watching the news while smoking his cigarette and drinking his drink. Shizuo was waiting for his business partner Tanaka Tom to meet up with him to take care of some business. And that was his daily routine. Once in a while, that routine was broken by Izaya, who'd show up unannounced, filling Shizuo with rage and monstrous strength. During days like that, vending machines and street signs were victimized as they were thrown at the mischievous Izaya.

When Tom joins Shizuo, he pays for his drink and the two leave for work. Business carried on, a few people refused to pay their debts and got beat up and landed in the hospital, and others paid up the second Shizuo's name was mentioned by Tom. Again, another boring day for the blond man. But this day was bound to be that once in a while occasion Izaya shows his face to try and anger the blond.

Izaya walked the roof tops of the high risen buildings, his hood on his head trying to block the cold snow from covering his head. He stared down at the streets below watching out for the grumpy debt collector, hoping for quarrel. A smile cracked on his face once he stopped his target. The snow crunching under his feet, he sprinted towards a nearby alleyway to meet up with Shizuo.

"Ah!-What a perfect day for a gentle snow fall!" Izaya said tauntingly as he emerged from the alleyway. "Wouldn't you agree Shizu-chan?" Normally, this would be the part where falling object would try to strike him, but Izaya was greeted with nothing. He stood there dumb founded for a moment-thinking that maybe the guy with dyed blond hair maybe wasn't Shizuo, but when he looked over, he saw Tom walking next to him.

"Aw, has poor Shizu-chan finally given up?" There was no response to his taunt. "Shizuo?" Izaya quickly caught up with the blond blocking his path. "Did you not see me?"

Shizuo was blank faced. "Yeah-I did." He stepped passed Izaya and walked with Tom, who was completely taken aback, like Izaya that Shizuo wasn't, at this very moment trying to kill Izaya. "I'm not in the mood to deal with you today."

Izaya was left dumb founded in the frozen city street. In a way, one could describe his feelings as being similar to a child throwing a tantrum. He took out his frustrations on his secretary Namie. "Who does that bastard think he is?" Izaya ranted. "Ignoring me like that? The asshole!"

"So the king didn't get his way." Namie commented nonchalantly. "Maybe it's time to throw your stupid feud aside and grow up." She smiled sarcastically.

"Talk about boring." Izaya yawned turning his chair to look out at falling snow covering the district. "What could be wrong with Shizu-chan to make him act so calmly? Even just the mention of me is enough to make him throw people into buildings." The more Izaya thought about it, the more aggravated he became.

Since the first day they met, Shizuo has been trying to kill Izaya with a burning passion. The same went for Izaya, although, he liked to play with his food before eating it. He'd toy with Shizuo before trying to slice his throat. Shizuo didn't care; he'd kill first ask questions later. But today, he just flat out ignored Izaya, like he was just an ant crawling on the sidewalk. With a heavy groan, Izaya turned to his laptop and joined the chat room he often used to check up on gossip that was going around town.

"So, today I heard that Heiwejima Shizuo walked passed Orihara Izaya and no one was hurt. Is that true?" Someone typed.

"Yeah. I saw the whole thing." Izaya typed. "It was pretty strange. Normally Heiwajima's trying to kill the guy. What's wrong with him?"

"Who knows?" A second person typed. "Maybe he was just under the weather and didn't feel like beating him to a pulp."

"Doubt it." Third person.

"Ditto." Forth person. "Everyone knows that Heiwejima could be stabbed in several times and still find the will power to get up and hunt down Orihara."

"Yeah." Izaya typed. "It still doesn't make sense though. Oh well, guess this city has anther mystery to solve."

"Sure, if you want to die."

"The bigger the risk, the more there is to be had." Izaya smiled at himself. "Well gotta go. Sleep safely everyone."

Izaya logged of. So no one knew. This was going to be quite the mystery. He only hoped he didn't die before finding out what was Shizuo's illness.

Meanwhile, across the district, Shizuo was watching the chat room. So people noticed how he had acted earlier. He knew that not making a scene with Izaya would be a shocker to some people, but not big enough to make headlines He found it somewhat annoying. He shut his phone and laid back on is bed listening to the city outside. He pulled his box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. He knew smoking in bed was a habit he should break, but needed to just close his eyes and go to sleep and this was the only way he knew how.

That night, Shizuo dreamt the same recurring dream he had been having for the pasted few months since Izaya returned to Ikebukuro. The dream that was the driving force towards his actions towards Izaya. The dream wasn't bad, it's wasn't good, it was just-he didn't know. All he knew was that, he just wanted to keep his distance for Izaya. He also knew that neither Izaya nor anyone else could find out about it. But knowing the little flea, Izaya was going to stick his nose where it didn't belong.