Author's Note:

Starting my first multi-chapter fanfic. This is a story between Shizuo from Durarara! and an OC of mine (no yaoi). Hope everybody likes it, and I love feedback, so if you have any suggestions, or just want to say what you liked and what you didn't, feel free to comment! I love Durarara! and Shizuo is personally my favorite character from the series. I want to do him justice. :)

Chapter 1

Poetry

Stop signs are red,

ATM's blue

Please stop throwing things,

Or else I'll cut you

-With Love, Izaya Orihara

Shizuo Heiwajima held a small piece of paper in one hand and a brand new, unlit cigarette in the other. As his eyes scanned the paper and grew progressively more narrow in anger, the cigarette bent farther out of shape until it broke in half and was hurled suddenly to the ground. A formal black dress shoe lifted above it and ground it into the concrete.

"…IIIIIIzzzzaayyaaaaaaaaaa~" A whisper crossed his lips, to the pace of his quickly beating heart as he scanned the streets in search of a certain black haired information broker.

Shizuo hadn't been expecting much when he found the note attached to a box of strawberries on his front door step. He didn't really get mail, so it had come as a slight surprise, but Izaya's cliché attempt at poetry was a bit much.

He hadn't even gotten a chance to light his cigarette before the day had found some way to piss him off. Now somebody was going to get public property thrown at him and it wasn't going to be Shizuo's fault.

The blonde formally dressed man stormed down the road, paper in hand. He vaguely recognized a restaurant owner known as Simon as he crossed the street. However, blinded by hatred, he hardly heard the words, "Eat at Russia's Sushi! It cheap! You like it!" as they echoed in one ear and out the other. Celty, the headless rider of Ikebukuro, rode by on her roaring motorcycle, just noticing Shizuo before she passed. She gave him a quick wave but he didn't see her. Nor did he see Shinra as he walked down the street a few minutes later, calling Celty's name. When Shinra tried to talk to Shizuo and ask if he'd seen the girl, he didn't stop but continued to march along the sidewalk, his body hunched slightly forward, the crumpled note in his left hand, his eyes squinted behind a pair of blue shades.

Shizuo Heiwajima was blind to the world. The only thing keeping his composure was the realization that there was no way he could kick Izaya's ass if he was locked in the back of a squad car for destroying public property. He had to kick ass first, and worry about being arrested later.

That was all that was circling in Shizuo's mind until suddenly his march came to an abrupt stop. He hesitated, lifting his nose to the air and taking in a deep breath, his face wrinkling up with disgust. "Smells like shit…"

He felt a tap on his shoulder. "Good morning, Shizu-chan. I thought it was a nice day for a walk, too. Imagine that."

Shizuo spun around. The only thing leading him was his fist, which would have barreled into Izaya Orihara's face had it not been for the info broker's supreme reflexes. Suddenly he was behind Shizuo again, leaving the blonde to swivel his head back and forth in search.

"I'm right here, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo saw movement and punched blindly at the air once more. "Izaya!" He growled through gritted teeth.

"Oh my, are we in a mood today." Said Izaya. His face was suddenly leaning over Shizuo's right shoulder, the grin of a Cheshire cat spreading across his lips. "Maybe a game will cheer you up. It's called 'Find the Guy with the Big, Shiny Knife!'"

Shizuo reached for the nearest road sign and tore it from the ground like a pitiful daisy, swinging it like he was in the middle of a game of baseball. As he spun around, he caught sight of his target, this time brandishing a small switchblade.

"Izaya, you're dead!" He swung the road sign back and forth, taking big steps in Izaya's direction. He thought he might actually hit him this time when, out of nowhere, a bright light filled his eyes, followed by the click of a camera.

Shizuo was blinded as the flashing light went out. He lost control of the sign in his hands and it flew out of his hands, hitting a wall to his right and leaving an indentation in the brick where it had hit. He blinked, trying to see, and staggered back a step or two.

A few feet away, a young teenaged girl stood, a camera in her hands, the strap wrapped around her neck. Her mouth bore little expression, but her eyes were wide with interest.

Izaya, who had been momentarily stopped in his tracks, turned to look at her. He grinned, a laugh escaping his lips. "Shizu-chan, you didn't tell me you had fans."

Shizuo shook his head, blinking. He saw nothing but white for several long seconds.

"That wasn't nice." Izaya strode towards Shizuo, his knife in hand, and waved it back and forth in front of Shizuo's face, using Shizuo's temporary lack of vision to his advantage. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's give her a show to remember."

His hand pulled back and swept across Shizuo's chest, tearing his bartender's suit open and staining it with blood.

The girl blinked, mesmerized.

Izaya turned to her, smiling. "How was that, young lady?" He looked back at Shizuo, who looked down as if he'd just noticed the gash in his chest.

"Y-You…" The girl stammered.

"This…this was…" Shizuo said, speaking up.

Izaya turned his attention back to Shizuo. "Oh, Shizu-chan, you have ten just like it. I'm sure it wasn't a loss."

"…was given to me…by my brother."

For sixty seconds, all hell broke loose. Shizuo looked like he was ready to pound Izaya's face in, and while Izaya dodged every one of Shizuo's blows, the girl watched silently. Whether she was silenced by shock or curiosity only she knew. Only when she realized what Izaya was doing did she snap out of her trance.

Slowly Izaya was luring Shizuo towards open traffic. He took a step back in the direction of the rushing cars every couple seconds until he was on the edge of the sidewalk, and then waited for Shizuo to take the bait.

"Sir, watch out!" She called at the last second, as Shizuo swung his fist in Izaya's direction, just slightly too fast to stop himself as Izaya leapt into the air. Shizuo's eyes went slightly wide. He tripped over the curb and turned, stumbling into the line of a bus. The bus driver yelled something inaudible through the windshield. It was too close for Shizuo to react or do anything, really, besides spit his cigarette out and curse in Izaya's general direction.

Izaya flipped to the ground, safely on the sidewalk, and saluted as the sound of screeching metal met flesh. There was the sickening sound of a bus horn and then the sound of a warm body hitting the road. Bus wheels ran over glass and something else.

The girl's eyes went wide. She turned to see where the sneaky info broker had gone but he was nowhere to be found.

She was sure that the blonde man was dead. She had heard a few rumors about him, yes, but how could anyone survive a hit like that?

…had she been the cause of this? I mean, it had been her camera flash that had blinded him. But it wasn't her fault that the black haired man he'd been fighting had drawn him into the street like that.

Never the less, she ran into the road, where the bus and five or six of the cars behind it had come to a halt. The bus driver came running out of the bus, his face pale and his hands shaking. He ran up to her and she found that his hands were on her shoulders. "Oh man…oh man…oh man…" He muttered, looking up at her. "Do y-you know him?"

She looked past the driver at the front of the bus, peeking under it. She saw a tuft of blonde hair and, looking closer, a hand that was shadowed by the underside of the bus.

Her face was once again expressionless. She took a deep breath and gulped, preparing herself to speak to this man. He grabbed her arm again and shook her. "Miss?"

"No, I'm afraid I don't." She said, giving him an icy stare.

He didn't expect him to be alive, either.

The road filled with people. Most of them came streaming out of the bus. A few came from the cars stopped behind it. All of them were asking questions. Somebody raised their hand and pushed through the crowd. "Excuse me! I'm a doctor! Maybe I can help!"

The bus driver nodded anxiously. "Please." He turned back to the girl. "W-What was your name, miss?"

She fingered her camera, feeling a horrible feeling sink into her stomach. "Yuuka Fukashima, but that's irrelevant."

The doctor started giving orders immediately. He and a couple of other people helped pull the blonde man out from under the bus. They each hooked a hand under his arms and dragged him a few feet into the open. It was only then that the full extent of his injuries were visible. Not counting the gash in his chest, he was bleeding from his abdomen where the twisted metal of the bus's bumper had dug into his stomach. The metal had been miss-shaped, it looked like by Shizuo's own hand in an attempt to save himself.

The girl, Yuuka, gulped. This had been her doing, she was sure of it. She had killed Shizuo Heiwajima, the strongest man in Ikebukuro with the power of photography.

The doctor looked up at her, frowning at the expression on her face. "Are you a relative or something?" He asked, responding to how shaken up she looked.

"N-No…" She whispered. "I'm…just…" Her eyes went wide suddenly. She stopped breathing. No, it wasn't possible.

"What?" The doctor asked.

She lifted a finger to the blonde man in the bartender's uniform silently.

Shizuo's expression went to the slackened face of a dead man to a slight frown. His head tossed to the right, as if he was waking up from a bad dream. Yuuka felt her knees go weak. She knelt down next to the man called Shizuo Heiwajima, breathing out. His eyes snapped open. His slightly glazed eyes took her in, and his expression quickly slanted into a glare.

"So the rumors are true…" She whispered. "You really are invincible."

He winced, baring his teeth at the sky and lifting a bloody hand that had been resting on his stomach to his face, staining his forehead with blood as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "You again…why are you still here?"

"I…" She hesitated. "I…"
"Sorry, but I don't have time to chat. I have to go kill someone."

Everyone in the crowd went deathly silent as Shizuo Heiwajima got to his legs shakily and regained his balance. He put a hand on the hood of the bus and surveyed the indentation of his body on its grill.

"Mr. Heiwajima, sir…" Yuuka protested. "Are you alright?"

He frowned. "Huh? Yeah. I'm fine. Why the hell wouldn't I be?"

She looked at the bus. Its yellow paint was marred by a streak of red.

The doctor ran to Shizuo's side, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Sir, you shouldn't be going anywhere. I…I can't believe you're even standing up right now! You need to be taken to a hospital immediately."

He flinched as Shizuo reversely put his hand on the doctor's arm. He tightened his grip. "Believe me. I'd love to. But there's a certain person that I know who has to die, so if you'll kindly excuse me…"

The doctor reluctantly let Shizuo free, or rather he backed away, afraid. Shizuo looked around him, apparently trying to figure out where Izaya had gone. He was about to just leave, but he hesitated. Yuuka stared at him. "M-Mr. Heiwajima…?"

Shizuo put a hand to his face and blinked confusedly. Silently, he turned around and looked down. About three dozen bystanders watched in shock as Shizuo took a few steps forward, bent down and picked a pair of blue sunglasses off of the ground. He bent them back into a reasonable shape and forced them on. They fit on his face crookedly, the stained blue glass broken in ten different places. How he was even able to see through them Yuuka didn't know.

She lifted a hand to stop him but he ignored her, sticking his hands into his pockets and stepping onto the sidewalk. He hesitated one last time. Shizuo's eyes closed for the briefest moment, as if feeling slightly dizzy, and then he shook his head and started down the sidewalk.

Yuuka Fukashima, though she knew it was probably a bad idea, shook her head in unison and followed after the bloody, blonde haired man, leaving behind a shocked doctor, bus driver and between 30-40 stunned witnesses.