This has been a story I've been wanting to make for a long time, but never knowing how to do it. However, I think I finally got it! It's a Noragami and Durarara! Crossover with God Izaya~ This is.. Sorta my first true crossover so I hope this goes as good as I want it to, and I hope you all enjoy it as well!

Full Summary:

Izaya dies at the end of his final fight with Shizuo, Varona shoots him before Simon can stop him. But instead of going to afterlife, he is given a second chance.. As a God. With the help of some new friends, he will train, and learn, and decide to find a way to change his old ways, protect the mortals of the world, to love and be loved back. He promises to give back to the humans he hurt so much, in return for his second chance, even if he'll never get to talk to anyone from his old life again.

It's 3:30am ;-;

Enjoy~!

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Izaya stared up at the blonde woman, his red eyes narrowed. The raven's broken arms were throbbing, and the wound in his stomach leaving him motionless. Shizuo was behind Varona, staring at the scene with no emotion in his eyes. If Izaya didn't see what was going on around them, he may have tried to find help, but there was no hope anymore. Anyone who would stop this was surrounded by Saika children, injured, or wanted to see Izaya die.

He accepted his fate, though he was afraid of what he may see beyond the grave, he may as well accept his death as it came. Izaya looked at Varona, blood falling into his eyes before he lowered his head and closed the red orbs, accepting his fate. Nobody could stop it. Simon, the Van Gang, and Tom could only watch, horrified, from a distance as Varona pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Blood spurted, Izaya's form wobbling, before falling forward. He hit the ground, blood from the gunshot wound pooling underneath him. Izaya never even felt the pain of death as it grabbed him, it simply felt like his was falling asleep. Everything faded away, Izaya's eyes became glassy, and his breathing stopped.

Orihara Izaya was finally dead.

"He's dead.." Shizuo whispered, brown eyes horrified at what he'd just seen. Varona was unfazed, lowering her gun as she replied,"He will never hurt anyone again, senpai, remember that. And remember that you are not a monster"

The saika children suddenly stopped, moving towards some place else, and Simon was able to push his way through. "Shizuo! Varona! How could you kill him?!" The usually calm Russian man exclaimed, eyes wide with horror. Tom gasped at all the blood.

"It had to be done," Varona said simply,"There was no other way" Simon looked up angrily. "There's always another way!" The black man yelled,"There's always a way to stop the violence, now you killed him, he'll never get a chance to redeem himself!"

"What's done is done, it cannot be fixed now," Varona said, putting her gun back in her pocket. "He's dead, it's over" She turned and walked away, she turned and walked away. Shizuo stood still for a moment, before looking at Simon. Unable to look at the dead body of the louse or Simon's pained face, he turned and followed after Varona. He did, however, look back several times.

Simon glared at them, before looking at Izaya's eyes. He slowly brought his fingers up, closing the lids and lowering Izaya back onto the ground. "I'm sorry.." He whispered,"I wish I could have done something"

Kadota and Erika removed their caps, looking at their deceased friend in slight pain, before placing them back on. Simon stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes, before looking at the others once more. "Let's go, it's not over yet, we must go and help," He said, before running away as fast as he could, towards the violence. The others looked around for a moment, before following after the Russian man quickly.

Izaya's body remained on the ground, ignored by all who passed. Nobody cared for the informant's death, nobody felt sadness, nobody felt pity. To all of them.. Orihara Izaya got what he deserved, and he would not be missed. He was forgotten without a passing glance. To the people of the world..

Orihara Izaya was officially dead.

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Somewhere.. On the other side of Japan..

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Orihara Izaya was awakening.

Izaya groaned, shivering at a sudden, cold breeze that hit him. He curled in on himself, feeling the ticklish grass underneath him. Wait..? He thought in confusion. I was shot, I was killed.. Why do I feel as though I am alive? He opened his red eyes, examining the world around him. He did not recognize where he was..

He was lying up in the brown grass, staring up at the empty, ragged branches of old, dead trees. Izaya placed his hands firmly in the dirt, pushing himself up. That's when he noticed what he was wearing. It was a white yukata, no pattern, just a simple white color that had the left side folded over the right side, with a white obi around it and tied around the front, Underneath the long robe was slim, white hakama pants, white tabi, and straw zori sandals on his feet.

"Is this the afterlife?" He asked himself, pushing himself to a standing. After a slight stumble, he brought his eyes up to examine the world around him. It was.. Barren. The trees were twisted and without leaves, the branches empty of any wildflife. There was barley any grass, no wildflowers or bushes and whatever was there was simply brown patches or ragged sticks.

Turning, he could see a huge dip into the ground that stretched as far as his eyes could see. Why has my eyesight gotten so much better? It looked like it should have been a lake, but there was no water, no fish, the rocks that would usually be hidden by the water were bone dry. How had what looked like such a large and luscious, beautiful and powerful forest been reduced to such a state? Surely it couldn't have been people. Despite the fact none of the leaves had trees, he still couldn't see the sight of any buildings nearby. This wasn't near a city, what hurt it? And why did he feel so protective about it?

"I can feel him.."

"He is here!"

He heard whispers around him, twisting his head around to try and see who was whispering, but he saw nobody there, except a stone staircase. On both sides of the staircase was lanterns, and it seemed that the lanterns continued up the stairs. They were dirty, covered in old sticks and cobwebs, the stone was cracked or cracking, the whole thing was in a state of disrepair.

Seeing nowhere else he could go, Izaya took a step towards the staircase, listening for the voices again. He swore he heard something.. "Is someone there?" He called, wondering if there were people watching him from up the stairs.

"He can hear us! He is the one!"

"The heavens have granted a new one!"

Izaya gasped in surprise, as two glowing dots appearing in front of him, the first set of lanterns lighting up as Izaya passed them. The two glowing dots suddenly began to float up the stairs, Izaya watched them go, and yelled,"Wait!" They didn't stop though.

The raven raced up the stairs, dodging old branches and looking around. As he got higher, he saw Shinto and Torii gates as he climbed up, the lanterns lighting up as he passed them. He saw small, Hokora next to or bunched around the lanterns, and Yokai structures around them. There seemed to be remains of Yorishiros on the ground.

He noticed a structure at the top of the stairs, and quickly climbed up the rest of the way. It wasn't a village, like he had hoped, it was a large Shinto shrine. It looked to be at least two to four stories, but the building itself had obviously fallen into disrepair. The guardian shrines, animal or not, around them were broken, and it looked like what may have been a zen garden was now completely destroyed. Parts of the Shinto shrine had broken and fallen to the ground, he saw the entrance ahead.

Something was making him want to go towards the shrine, Izaya couldn't place his finger on it. As he walked closer, the whispers grew louder. He climbed over a piece of rubble, staring at open doorway. The whispers grew louder, more hopeful. Looking around, Izaya noticed how empty and barren the shrine was. It seemed abandoned long ago, dark end empty, the wind blowing through it and the whispers around him were the only things he could hear.

But then, something began to glow. Izaya's red eyes switched over, noticing it nearby. It was a mask, not just any simple mask though. It was a Kitsune mask, with red markings on the sides of the cheeks and around the eyes, and many other small markings. Unlike everything else in the shrine, it was perfectly clean, and on a pedestal in the middle. Izaya couldn't stop his curiosity, as he reached out one shaky hand, placing it on the mask.

Sudden, the golden light surrounding the mask flowed out, a gust of wind blasting past the raven and outside, the golden light following it. Izaya gasped, feeling a thrum of power flowing down from his hand and to his body. When the golden light hit his sleeve, Izaya's white clothing began to change, patterns flowing out onto it.

Izaya yanked his hand away from the mask, pulling his shirt forward and watching as his sleeves of the Yukata robe turned a golden yellow, the rims of it turning black while on the edge of his robe, and flowing from his right shoulder, around his back, and stopping underneath his left arm, real clouds began to grow and flow off of it. In his hair, an intricate red, green, black, and gold hairpiece in the style of a bow grew in his hair/ The mask moved, attaching itself to the side of Izaya's obi, which was now decroated with intricate gold patterns. He went to pull it off, but pulling his eyes away from himself finally made him realize what was going on around him.

The shrine had begun to clean itself up around him. Around Izaya, the broken parts of the building floated back up, the colors of the carpet and walls fixed themselves. The whispers were excited, and Izaya suddenly felt himself panting in shock. He turned, running out of the shrine in a panic. Outside, he saw the entire shrine had fixed itself, even the outside. The zen gardens were still floating back into position.

He stood still, watching, waiting, until all the movement around him suddenly stopped. Izaya panted shakily, reaching out his hand and placing it upon a still jagged tree, and then another jolt of magic ran through his body. Izaya gasped, jerking away and watching as the tree suddenly pulled itself upright, the cherry blossoms on the tree suddenly regrowing. The magic continued this time, as grass began to sprout, bushes, flowers, and the other trees following it.

Amazed, wide eyed, Izaya took off down the stone stairs, watching as they began to fix themselves too, the stone lanterns still lit even though he had left a while ago. He ran, watching all the destroyed vegetation around him fix itself, before landing where he had woken up. Everything was green, and he suddenly heard the sound of rushing water.

Izaya ran to where the giant, empty lake had once been, only to watch it suddenly fill up with water. Soon, it was filled all the way to the brim, splashing against the grass at Izaya's feet softly. The raven's red eyes fish who definitely hadn't fucking been there before jump out of the water with happiness, and the magic seemed to continue on to the other side of the large lake, the brown of the mountains and beyond suddenly growing green.

Gasping once more in awe, and listening to the chirping of birds around him. He backed up, staring at his shaking hands, which were still glowing, in awe. "I.. I did that?" He croaked aloud, unable to comprehend what was going on around him.

"The Master! The Master has arrived!" Some voice exclaimed, and Izaya jerked around, gasping again at what he saw.

There was a tortoiseshell cat, standing on it's hind paws and wearing an open navy blue yukata with blood red spots all over it. In his paws he was holding a stick with a glowing lantern on top. Next to the tortoiseshell was a raccoon dog, also on all fours with a lantern, and a bell. There was an old looking tortoise with a beard, and a traditional hat. He was holding a fan. Lastly was a white rabbit with large ears, and red kanji markings all over his body. Above them many spirits floated, still whispering.

The tortoiseshell walked forward, not noticing Izaya's pale face, and happily spoke. "Master! It has been many years coming! We have all been waiting for your arrival a long time! We welcome you to your shrine!"

M-my shrine?!

The creatures all bowed, even the tortoiseshell. It was all too much information, too much sensory overload. Before he knew what was going, Izaya found himself falling backwards and to the ground, falling into a dead faint.

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"Bishamonten!"

Bisha jerked up at the sound of her name and looked over, noticing two other gods running over to her. It was young Ebisu and Daikokuten, who had come to visit the young reincarnation for a while. Bisha had been spending her days lately at her shrine with Ebisu. Yukine, Yato, and Hiyori were sitting with her at the moment, as they were trying to eat. "Guys, what it it?" She asked, standing up nervously.

"Didn't you feel it?" Ebisu asked excitedly,"I felt it! It was huge! So much power!" Daiko smiled at him fondly before looking at Bishu.

Yato frowned as well, before asking,"I thought you guys were training or something.. Was I wrong?" Hiyori frowned suspiciously, before looking at Kofuku. "Can you tell us what's going on already?"

"The Aisareru Shrine, it was fixed! It's all back! The new God has arrived!" Kofuku told them excitedly,"Just today, we got the word"

"You say new God, he's not a resurrection?"

"No, it's a completely different person"

"What, really?!"

"Yes, it looks like a mortal died and got changed into the new Aisareru"

Silence reigned over the group for a moment, while Hiyori and Yukine exchanged confused looks, they didn't know mortals could become Gods.. And who was Aisareru?

Yato suddenly stood up. "Well? What are we waiting for? Someone's gotta go show this new God the ropes! I'm gonna go and meet him!" He declared, pumping his fist into the air. Ebisu giggled excitedly, jumping up and down. "Yeah!" The child exclaimed excitedly.

"You know," Bishu said simply,"That might actually be a smart idea, since whoever this was used to be a mortal, they won't understand what to do. I say we all go"

"Yay! Adventure!" Ebisu exclaimed excitedly, hugging Kofuku's side happily. The Gods seemed to be getting prepared, and Hiyori felt rather overwhelmed. "Wait, we're all going now?" She asked.

"Yes! Come on Hiyori, it'll be awesome!" Yato said, giving her puppy dog eyes. "The Aisareru God was awesome, and we gotta make sure this one is too!"

Hiyori sighed, but curiosity got the better of her, so she and Yukine grabbed onto Yato. "Come on, Yato, it's go!"

With a simple poof, all the Gods and their passengers vanished, heading to see this new God with excitement.

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Izaya groaned once more, the world slowly coming back to him as he blinked, opening his eyes and finding himself staring at a traditional Shinto ceiling. "Ugh.." He thought awkwardly,"It was just a dream-"

"What was just a dream, my Lord?" A voice exclaimed, making Izaya jerk his head to the side and notice the Yokai next to his bed.

Groaning, Izaya slammed his head against the Tatami mat in confusion. "OKAY!, It wasn't a dream!," He admitted, rubbing his head, before sitting up straight.

He went to sit up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Looking in front of him, he shrieked again realizing there was.. Quite a few people in front of his futon. He placed a hand over his heart, feeling like if he had any more shocks that day, he would go into a coma.

"W-who are you guys?" He asked in confusion. In front of him he saw a blonde woman, a brunette teenager, a young blonde boy, a man with black hair and purple highlights, a brown haired man with his hair slicked back and stubble being hugged by a pink haired girl, and a black haired child.

The black haired male smiled and pointed at himself. "We are here to welcome you to your new position, I am Yato, the God of Fortune, this is my friend Hiyori and my Shinki, Yukine!"

"You guys sound similar.." Yukine muttered to himself.

"That is Bishamonten, the God of War and Fortune, Kofuku, the God of poverty, and her Shinki Daikoku. And finally, Ebisu, the God of Fishing and Commerce!" He explained,"It's an honor to meet you!"

Izaya tilted his head in confusion. "Honor?" He asked angrily,"More like strange! I don't understand what's going on! I wake up in a dead place, and suddenly everything is being put back together, there's talking animals, and you guys are calling yourselves Gods. I'm supposed to be dead, what's going on?!"

Hiyori felt pity for the young men, and understanding. She smiled and knelt down next to him. "Um, don't worry, I know how you feel, it's really overwhelming, but that's why we are here, to help you understand," She told him softly.

"She's right!" Kufuku explained happily,"You gotta understand, you aren't a mortal anymore! You're like us! You're a God!"

Izaya still felt confused. "A.. A God?" He asked,"I don't understand.." He pulled himself out of the futon, coming to a standing. Now that they weren't constricted, the clouds on his robe began to flow out again. Bisha decided to help him understand what was going on.

"I know it's hard to take in. But for hundreds of years, this Shrine has had no God to do it's job, and serve the people. After the God died, the whole shrine fell into disrepair, and humans became harder to please. It became easier after a while, with all the local gods pitching in, but the reason it was so hard in the beginning was because they were a powerful God, and ruled over more than one thing," The blonde explained.

Izaya stared at her, confused, as she continued,"You arrived, you are now the God of this shrine, and the ruler of it.."

"You are Aisareru, the God of Love, Protection, Creation, Life, and Happiness"