Authors Note: So yeah i have had this idea for a while now so i finally decided to write a chapter of it. What do you guys think? Review and Let me know if you like :) Rating may change depending on continuation. :)_

-JokerSmiles:)

A group of teenage girls were screaming like a bunch of fan girls as they stared at a poster displayed in the music store's widow. A dark haired boy slowly shifted his glance from the ground to view a poster of the famous rock star Shizuo Heiwajima. Everyone in Ikebukuro let alone Japan knew the tempered idol's habits. He had an anger issue with some people, his weekly riot routines always broadcasted. Izaya however couldn't care less about the most likely self-absorbed musician. Just staring at the poster made Izaya not want to know him. The bleached blonde stood in the middle of a busy street with a street sign hung over his back and broken traffic signs, of course for the sex appeal his shirt was ripped down his chest and his makeup made him look cut up. Apparently this ad was promoting his new album that was soon to be release in the next few days. Forcing his eyes away from the striking brown orbs printed on the paper Izaya made his feet move to get away from squeals of three of his many fans. Pulling his hood up the man walked down the street continuing on his path he shoved his hands in his pockets. Unable to resist the temptation he turned his head behind himself to glance at the girls one last time to listen to their conversation, being an informant he couldn't stop himself from trying to gain information.

"Yeah I hear that his brother is back in town as well to see his concert! EKK! Kasuka is so hot just like Shizuo!" One of them shrieked out.

"But they are total opposites I hear. I heard that Kasuka is pretty much a dead beat when away from his acting." The tallest one said.

"I wonder what Shizuo is like in person?" The other said as hopping in place. "Do you think he has a girlfriend?"

"I doubt even if he didn't he would date you. He is too good for any normal people. Come on lets go already I have to be home in 10 minutes."

The other girls agreed and strolled on their own path with Izaya moving the other direction in his own. Humans were strange to him, although he himself was human he never considered himself one. He thought he was too unlike them to be part of their standing. Days like this were days he loved, when he saw his humans displaying their emotions for all to see and take advantage of. Though, that poster just made him think the male printed on it was nothing short of a monster. The way he looked, there was something in his eyes that set off that mental part of his brain that screamed beast at him. Distracted with his thoughts he collided into someone's chest knocking him backwards onto the sidewalk. The stop made him think he ran into a brick wall instead of a person. Rubbing his now aching head Izaya looked up to see a blonde guy gazing down at him wearing a blue kimono with white details.

"Hey can you hear me?" Someone was speaking to him?

"Huh?" He muttered out.

"I said are you ok?" The voice was gentle. Looking closer at the male's face closer he could only see concern in his eyes. This was different for Izaya, normal his humans displayed nothing hatred for him if they knew who he was.

"Ah. Yeah I am fine." Taking the hand outstretched towards him Izaya was pulled up as he rubbed his temple.

"Are you sure? You look a little off balance." The blonde questioned as holding Izaya up who was wobbling on his feet at the moment.

"I'm ok." Izaya didn't even trust his own words.

"I don't believe you. Come on let me take you to my work to fix you some tea." Smiling the blonde help hope on his face.

Unable to say no in his state nor to that face Izaya agreed. He was lead to a traditional Japanese styled building which was refreshing in this busy more modern city. Directed inside Izaya was sat down at table in the back corner. Sitting on the pillows and leaning his head against the wall his brows arched a bit when it hit the hardness. The male in the kimono walked away to the kitchen, this gave Izaya the opportunity to collect himself. He was an underground informant, why was he agreeing to be here. Some of his enemies could be here, even the very blonde who brought him there. Deciding to keep calm he put his hand in one of his pockets and felt the slick feel of his steel blade. Smiling happily Izaya knew he should be fine, for if this man tried to do anything to him he had his best friend. The man came back with a tray of tea and an icepack.

Sitting down few inches away from him the blonde took the icepack and put into Izaya's hands. "Here put this where it hurts." Izaya complied and held it to the most painful part of his head, in the back of his skull. "I am so sorry I ran into you, I was lost in my thoughts. My name is Tsugaru."

Izaya could not, but help to try and make Tsugaru feel better when he watched him bow before him in a tradition form. "It is not entirely your fault. I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Well if you want. To make you feel better I…" He cut off himself. "You see we were going to have a raffle at dinner tonight for these tickets, but I want you to have them as compensation and to show you how sorry I am." Coming out of Tsugaru's sleeve came two tickets to the upcoming Shizuo Heiwajima concert. Of course.

"It is ok. You can keep them." Izaya said.

Tsugaru pushed them forward. "Please take them."

"Ok."

Tsugaru led Izaya to the entrance. "Come back anytime." He smiled a shy smile.

Izaya found himself smiling back. "Maybe." Walking down the street Izaya could not make himself stop smiling. He only could think of Tsugaru.

…Maybe he would go to that concert…

…And maybe he would go back and see Tsugaru again.