A/N: This is my second story ever, so please feel free to criticize my work. Please it's something that makes me immensely happy. Also I don't know why but I'd really wished that I had the Durarara! novels, it would really make my day to have a least one. But I'll wait as long as it takes to get that book. It seems so cool from all the things I heard about it.

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Durarara!, if I did well I don't think it would have become as popular, I can tell you that.

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Kodukuna Mikami stood precariously over the edge of a roof staring at the people below, only the bar she loosely held stopping her from plummeting into the unsuspecting mass.

Her baggy tee-shirt and brown hair flew in the wind, while she surveyed the scene. Couldn't do it now, when there were children with their mothers… she'd have to wait until the night crowd, when kids were in bed and safely away from stalkers, muggers and suicidal maniacs.

She should probably think this through more; think of her family, her friends. But, every time she thought of them; she thought how she was putting them in danger. Something that she was putting them through at this very moment; because of that one person who plagued her life for two years going on three. He was a nightmare—her nightmare—and he would stop at nothing to have her for himself and she knew it.

And, quite frankly she didn't care if no one else saw it, she did—it was very real—and he was very hazardous to their lives, so she thought if she ended her life he would kill himself too, out of desperation—or the love that he claims is undying—to be with her.

She should probably end it now; while he didn't know where she was.

This whole thing started at the beginning of junior high, when she was out doing errands for the family she saw a scrawny boy in a jumpsuit carrying a lot of boxes trip. She kindly stopped to help him. And to her surprise he helped her with some things and walked her home.

He was nice enough; he didn't set off any radars at first; he showed up at her school, (in her brothers academy uniform) to pick up his sister and spotted her, (she'd learn later that he had no sister that went to her academy). Even then the radars didn't go off.

Until, of course, her brother came home saying that some guy at his school was asking him about her. That was when the creeper radar started going off in her head every time he was near.

She'd go shopping he'd be there buying her favorite foods, she'd go to school one way he'd use that route; she ate out with friends he'd pay for her food. Everywhere she went he'd follow her, and after awhile she bought a map to find different ways to get to the same places, she started going out with friends in groups, she even went as far as to take self-defense classes! But somehow he kept finding her, he just knew which route she would take each morning, and would hang out with her friends as a means to hang out/get to know her more.

But it was really the last few weeks that she was being tormented more.

She found a note on her bed early one morning two weeks ago, and—thinking it was her parents—read it with a cheery smile as she was walking out the house. That was when she noticed the handwriting and started feeling eyes on her. That freak had gotten in her house—while she was sleeping no less—and the letter itself was creepy enough; what with all the heavy professions of love and an undying loyalty to her and her, ahem, womanly wiles (for gawds sakes she was only fourteen).

It even said that she was cute when she was having a nightmare.

And for the last two nights she was suffering from paranoia, which led to suicidal thoughts which—not surprisingly—led to the point of her wanting to act out said thoughts, and save the people she loved.

That's why on that Tuesday afternoon she stood ready and willing to jump to her death. Why Tuesday she really didn't know. It was probably because school would start in a week, one week until he'd find her again.

"Is it really worth it?" a smooth voice from behind her said.

She turned carefully to look at the stranger, sighing at the fact she'd been caught. "Yes it is." She stated in a bland tone, turning to take a deep breath and inch a tiny bit closer to the drop.

"Oh…Really? Then why don't you step over here and tell me about it? Maybe I can help you~ you'll never know~" He said smoothly, mocking her.

"I-I'm not so sure that's a good idea…" she said to the man, fidgeting as she mumbled the last part, "he may get you…"

"Who might get me~?" he asked in a teasing voice as he stepped slightly closer to the edge, he had this crazy look to him that really made her want to run but you can't do that on a ledge.

She was between a rock and a hard spot, or in her case: a rail and a long drop.

"The… reason I'm up here." She said cryptically after a moment, slowly moving back a tiny bit.

"So this guy—whoever he is—is willing to kill me for you? Sounds like love to me." He said coming to stand right beside her but on the safe side of the barrier.

"Pretty warped view you have sir." She said sarcastically, leaning a little forward and smirking lightly, the streets were starting to clear out, mostly to make way for the night dwellers.

"Well what do you view love as?" He asked in a way that made him seem somewhat nicer. Though still having that glint the said he was mad (in a mental way).

"I wouldn't know…" she had pushed all those she cherished away when she found that note. It probably wasn't the best idea. But, if it keeps them safe then she didn't care if she'd never have anymore friends. They'll be safe and that means the world to her.

"I got them to hate me. So they'd be safe." She finally answered after a moment

The man just sat there staring at nothing in particular while she leaned with and against the wind for the fun of it. She really needed someone to talk to, but she didn't want them to worry so she pushed all of them away, especially her brother. She feels a little more heartbroken every time he glances her way. But, she can live with the hatred; she would take the entire fault if it made them happy.

"That's what love is then," He said turning to put most of the weight on the railing making it groan, she suddenly didn't feel so daring when she heard it. "You feel the need to protect those around you so you cut yourself off from the world." He philosophized.

Mikami stopped to look at him, is that what she was doing? Cutting herself off, did this make her safer? No, actually it didn't in fact it made her more vulnerable, though she tried to keep this realization from showing on her face she couldn't help but feel mentally violated. This man didn't even know her name and knew about her situation.

"Well, what about you?" She asked, suddenly realizing that this boy wasn't much older than her. "You've got to have a reason to be up here too." Curiosity getting the best of her.

"I don't have to have a reason to be up here~." He stated in a matter-a-fact kind of manner, eyes filled with mirth.

"Well, I guess I was here to figure out why someone is trying to kill themselves in such a way," He said leaning over the edge to look at the people below, "If you did it now odds are you'd cause a ruckus…" He said eyes sharpening to something cold.

"And what if it didn't kill you? Then that guy, he would come to try and save you—in a sense—and may possibly end up hurting the ones you love/cherish, Right?" his gaze then turned to her eyes still sharp but with an unidentifiable feeling in them.

She hadn't thought of it that way… what if—by some heavenly intervention—she didn't die? What then? He'd come to find her right? Come and take her away, deeming her truly unsafe unless she was with him.

Dear lord he would lock her up and she'd never see the light of day again.

"You don't have to think about it so hard~ you'll get wrinkles" He teased grabbing her arm lightly.

Mikami yanked it back violently; she didn't want to be touched. Though she probably yanked too hard, for she nearly fell to the ground several stories below, where she could see, her tormentor walk around the corner the minute she slipped. She was barely caught by the boy behind her, holding her wrist tight.

"Oopsie~Daisy don't want you dying now do we~" he said jokingly, pulling her—feet and all—over the guard rail to safety or at least away from the edge cause she'd rather prefer not to touch him at this moment.

"Get off!" she nearly screeched at him kicking wildly, tears forming in her eyes.

What had she gotten herself into? What if this guy was a stalker too? She let out a small cry—out of terror or desperation she doesn't know—and slightly leaned forward.

"Well according to the way you're acting I think you saw him down there. So how about you shush and show him to me, hmm?" he asked, walking them both toward the railing again, Mikami kicking and silently screaming the whole way.

"Point him out." He commanded voice somewhat soft against her ear, she nodded letting her hair fall in her eyes, stopping all movement.

She pointed to a moving head of brunette hair, in a tee-shirt and jeans.

"Well what's his name" She gave him a look.

"What don't tell me you don't know his name~!" he cried loudly in her ear—she could have sworn that the people down there could hear it—the brunette head stopped and turned painfully slow. He pulled them away from the ledge, just as Mikami saw the top of his head rotate in their direction.

"Kigen… his name is Fu Kigen; now… please let me go." She pleaded weakly, wanting nothing more than to get as far away as she could.

"Hmmm, okay." He said looking away innocently, and then back again a new glint in his eye, letting her go.

"But~ what's this? A note? Hmmmm~, let's see here," To her horror he held the note that she couldn't bring herself to get rid of.

"'My dearest Mikami how I long to-' yada yada, and blah blah blah… lotsa boring crap." He said as he skimmed the note that she was unsuccessfully trying to pry from his hands. "Ooooo, here's something good 'I long to hold you in my arms at night, and blissfully wait 'til your mine. How I want to-' WOAH! Pretty explicate for a middle-schooler." His gaze traveled to her then back to the note, as if it couldn't possibly be to Mikami.

"H-he's in high school now; he's two years older than me." She weakly admitted, still struggling to get a hold of that damn paper

"Well that would explain the detail…"he trailed off most likely thinking of a way to torture her more.

"Well Mi-ka-mi~, I think I'm gonna be your new best friend! Do you like that idea? Oh~ I bet you do~. We'll get into a bunch of shenanigans and have heartfelt conversations on life! Wouldn't that be a dream come true?" He asked enthusiastically.

"No." She deadpanned, "But, why…" She questioned shortly afterwards

"Because!" He paused probably thinking that she got his logic, which she didn't

"You actually seem interesting enough to waste time on. Congratulations you officially have a life!" He said happily skipping off towards the fire escape, probably unaware that he insulted her.

She opened her mouth to retort but he cut her off, "Now let's go get some something to eat~!" she regrettably couldn't find it in herself to try and run for it so she just followed the man she possibly hated more than Kigen—and that's saying something—cursing her bad luck all the way down. Which was also hard, because it's hard to climb down when your tight-fitting skinny jeans are cutting off circulation to the lower half of your body all the whole time.

Life couldn't have sucked more than this right?

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Well apparently it could, because when they got down the guy gripped her wrist and started walking, trapping her. He didn't get the hint that she didn't want anything to do with him, but oh well he was treating her to a meal right? So might as well put on a happy face, and look for a way out.

If she could get the perfect opportunity she could book it and lose him in the crowd.

"Oi! Kami-chi! Hey you listenin-"

"What! What do you want…want… uhhhh" she trailed off because for the first time she realized she didn't know his name. Idiot you're going to eat with someone you don't know! How in the world is this smart at all? He could be working with Kigen! Her mind screamed at her.

"Oh~ did you just realize that you don't know my name? Hmmm~ you're not that bright are you? Going to eat with a stranger is Dangerous~! Right, Kami-chi~" He mocked obviously finding her useless struggling amusing.

Mikami wondered what was stopping her from yelling stranger danger.

"Well you know my name… so that doesn't make you a stranger now does it?" She snapped

"Ah~ so what does that make Stalker-san? A buddy?" He mused looking back while he led the way to some unknown place.

Seriously 'Stranger Danger' not that hard to say her mind informed her.

"NO!" She blurted while stopping in her tracks, making people stare and he dragged her several feet. Most likely making her look like a stubborn child with her brother.

"He is NOT my buddy" She seethed after catching her footing.

"Ah~ okay just wondering," He said clearly loving the torment.

"Eh, just drop it already, and tell me your name—so I can have an excuse for why I'm late." She said the last part mostly to herself, but she wouldn't be surprised if he heard her.

"Meh… I don't think I want to~ you might stalk me." He joked; she flinched back, that was horrible thing to say!

"Ah~ here we are!" He said stopping and pointing at the shop next to him, it was apparently a Ramen shop, "Now Kami-chi let's eat" he exclaimed not waiting for her to take in everything.

On the outside the place looked worn down, but the inside was painted a very relaxing midnight blue and it was obviously some place that you took your first date. Why would he take her here of all places? Though she had to admit that it was kind of cool being here, it would probably be her new favorite place to eat.

If she didn't have stalker-boy following her everywhere

The boy waved her to the back of the restaurant—darkest spot in the restaurant she noticed—smiling at her, probably trying to make it look like they were just meeting up.

"Mei-chan over here" Who the hell is Mei Mikami thought as she slowly strolled over, sitting across from the boy, she leaned closer hoping she looked as pissed off as she felt.

"Who-" She started

"Ah! Izaya-san is this your girlfriend? She's pretty!" An elderly waiter said, he looked about mid sixties.

"I'm not-" she started to correct

"This is Asukura Mei, she's my girlfriend" He said leaning closer to the waiter to whisper last part, "She's kinda shy."

If looks could kill…

(A/N: Shizuo would have killed Izaya already)

"Ah~ so she's that kind of girl" The elder man stage whispered back "Okay I gotcha" He winked at Izaya and then at Mikami "Well how about I get your drinks, and later you and your Lady Friend can order." He said, looking amusedly in her direction.

She ordered an herbal tea and Izaya ordered water, they sat in silence until the waiter was out of ear shot.

"Okay, now why the hell did you say that we were dating? I have half a mind to just walk out!" She quietly whispered across the table.

"Hey~ no need to get angry Kami-chi~, they give couples half off on Tuesdays." The boy—Izaya she corrected herself—explained in a normal voice.

"Yeah okay so save yourself some money—okay I can understand that—but what's with the name Iza-chi~?" She questioned mockingly.

"Well I didn't think you would like the 'Kei-Fu' guy to know you're here, baby." He sweetly said, and she gagged at the new name as the waiter arrived again, they hadn't looked at the menus but she just said some random dish.

"I'll have Shrimp Ramen please." She smiles at him, completely guessing that they had that on their menu, he wrote it down without blinking and looked at Izaya.

"Chicken" Izaya told him flatly, the waiter nodded and walked off.

"Soooo~ how long has this guy been following you hmmm? A month a year?"

"Three years now…" she replies without blinking, those years were rough but not as rough as the last couple of weeks, so it was easy to say how many.

"Woah so it's been three years! Wow, call me mean but I don't even love my sisters that much." how could he say something so mean about his sisters. "Oh don't give me that look, trust me you'd never want to meet them their twisted." He sounded disgusted by the thought of them, and she never knew hatred could run that deep.

"So what about you~ hmmm? By the way you tell your story, you have a family—maybe some siblings—so I assume…" It was apparently his turn to ask questions, so She answered flatly;

"A bother, mother and father."

"Oh~ come on don't be difficult Mei-chan." He complained

"Stop calling me that!"

"Oh~ claws; Rawr" He said playfully

"Ugh, then no I'll never tell you their names." He grinned, a wide wicked grin

"Fine I'll just do some research, shouldn't be that hard" She flinched, but didn't say anything on the subject as the food arrived.

They sat in silence and at the end of the dinner she found that the 'pole' she was resting her foot against was his leg, which she couldn't feel through her jeans. And horrified she tried to ignore the smug look on his face, and kept walking, until of course she realized that she didn't know where she was and—after some inner-self berating—let Izaya lead her back to familiar grounds.

They stopped at the park to see the lights of the town.

"This is where I leave" He announced after a moment of silence taking a small step in the opposite direction; she looked confused, "Unless—of course—you want me to walk you home?" She hurriedly turned him down and started walking away at a fast pace, clearly not wanting to talk to him.

Though she had to admit, he did stop her from killing herself, and for that she was glad. For you could never tell what a stalker would do when his stalkee—victim…err…whatever—killed themselves. So she probably would have to thank him later, if she ever saw him again; which she hoped she wouldn't. But, it didn't take long for Mikami to realize that her suicide note was gone.

She screamed in her head at the thought of him running around with that kind of blackmail… but quickly brushed it off, because the thought would give her nightmares for weeks.

"Mikami-chan~" A voice from behind called as she turned onto a back alley. "Hey, Mikami-chan!"

She sped up her walking and turned another corner and bolted toward the main streets again. Only, there was one problem with doing that, and that was the fact that she turned into the wrong alley and was now in a maze of twist and turns that without a doubt was leading her into a dead end. She really wished that Izaya was here, because for some reason she felt somewhat safe with him around. She quickly brushed it off as she turned another random corner, hearing her name shouted again and was yanked against into the dark shadow of a side alley, by a hand.

Fear rose in her as she struggled wildly. The person pulled her closer telling her to stop but she just kicked harder wanting to scream, and she decided that she'd take her chances with Kigen would be worth it if it got her out of this mess, so she sucked in some breath…

Only to be cut off by a hand.

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If you're wondering what's on the note well so do I, if you can think of a good one then put it in the review… and yes Izaya is about to start his first year of High school.