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This is a Shizaya Fanfic, the first fanfic I've made on this pairing. This is also the first story I have uploaded on so please critique it :D
It's part of the DRRR-Kinkmeme

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara, but this fanfiction is mine, and mine alone ^.^

Keeping hygienic and proper sanitation were the top most common thoughts in Orihara Izaya's daily routine. He hated being dirty, though it was alright after a fight or two with some gangs or a certain brute with probably, in Izaya's mind, the least order out there. Izaya wouldn't have been caught dead smelling bad because he forgot to put deodorant on or having oily hair after a long period of missing out on a shower. Those sorts of things just weren't Izaya's style. He was as perfect as a human with a genius mind could get. It could be tough sometimes to remember to get out of his desk when he was absorbed in work and forgot to get up every few hours, but he still managed.

But keeping clean always meant taking care of himself on private. Not once in his life did he dream of trying to keep clean by taking a bath with other people. Especially if they were people that he didn't even know, or did know but they were lower than him. Scratch that, everyone was lower than him. But that just went to prove his point. Taking a bath with humans, who weren't even up to his standards in I.Q., let alone sanitation, was a thought that never once crossed the young informant's mind. So when Shinra and he were walking passed a new onsen that opened in Ikebukuro after bumping into each other, he didn't even look up.

He knew what an onsen was, knew what was done in there, and he knew it could be refreshing, but the man just found the idea of actually bathing in one himself repulsive, disgusting, and filthy. How could he let himself be sharing his body with other men and let the human's germs touch him? How could he even let any other, nearly naked men, have the liberty of seeing his body? There was no one who was allowed to see his body unless he got horny and wanted a good night's fuck. But then, he would never let his night's companion know his name or remember who he was, because, when morning came around, they'd most likely have a huge hangover and he'd have already left, leaving no traces of his presence, heck, not even his semen, behind.

So why was it then that Shinra seemed to be absorbed with gawking at the onsen's exterior as if it was he'd never seen one before? Sure, most onsens weren't up to par with this new one, and the name, Clandestine, left a couple of questions, but Izaya found nothing interesting about it. It was just another private business in the middle of millions of others that was vying for some attention and money. He wasn't so disinterested that he didn't find a little background info though, he was still an informant after all, but nothing rang any bells. It was owned by middle-class businessman who was a CEO in another, larger company until he retired. After the ex-CEO got bored of doing nothing, he used up some of his money to open a new onsen. There was nothing illegal about it and no behind-the-scene deals were done. Izaya quickly grew bored of it after reading a couple of pages online.

But back to Shinra. He was pointing and waving at the onsen in Izaya's face as if it wasn't just a couple of feet from him as well. Izaya wouldn't have been very surprised if Shinra had even sent him a text and a couple of pictures to go along with it, seeing how excited he was. Izaya wanted to slap some sense into the other male. Wasn't Shinra a doctor, albeit underground? Didn't he know better about how contaminated it would be to go into one? Izaya sighed wearily; Shinra was drawing unnecessary attention. The raven haired man lifted one arm before backhanding his best friend, a little rougher than needed, and Shinra comically fell to the ground with the impact. Izaya would have laughed, but that would just compel Shinra to whine more than Izaya wanted to listen. Listening to nonsense wasn't one of the informant's fortes; after all, there was other information to absorb with his intellect.

"Please shut up Shinra. You know how unsanitary an onsen is. I'm not planning to waste my time going to one when there are other things that require my immediate attention," Izaya laughed lightly to show his goodwill in the statement to his friend, holding out a hand to help the other man up. Shinra pouted, the look wasted on Izaya, before brushing off his lab coat.

"But Izaya… we barely hang out together unless it's to eat, and that's rare too. You've never been to a public bath before, and I heard the Clandestine was extremely expensive to go to." Izaya knew that already. He had memorized the prices and stocks on the building before it even opened. He could've said them by heart if he wanted. He tilted his head slightly to show Shinra that he wasn't following on the point Shinra was trying to make. Shinra sighed dramatically before pointing in the direction of the onsen being referred to. "That means it will barely be full. And the only people in there will be rich people, and they can afford to be clean."

Izaya shook his head slightly at the obvious point that Shinra was making because it only solved half his problem. There was still the problem of him being too beautiful to show off his breathtaking body to random strangers, rich or not. He gave a malicious grin.

"Shinra, those men don't deserve to see my body. Alas, I am much to awe-inspiring and astounding to let others goggle over my splendor. I don't want to make anyone jealous." With that, Izaya gave a wink, twirling once with his hand in the pockets of his fur-trimmed coat.

Shinra gave him a disbelieving look, before giving a smirk of his own, though it held no comparison to Izaya's trademark grin. Shinra quickly typed out a text on his cell to his wife, the Dullahan Celty, to meet them here. He then grabbed a hold of Izaya's sleeve and literally dragged a kicking and screaming informant into the onsen.

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"You seem excited," Tom said calmly, musing quietly over who the other had been on the phone on. He knew he would find out soon and, sure enough, the blond man answered more than happily.

"Kasuka. He's coming to Ikebukuro on a paid vacation and he invited me to an onsen right after he's done unpacking his things at the hotel he's staying at. Is it okay if I leave early Tom?" Shizuo was already putting on his sunglasses again and getting up from the table the three were eating at. "He said you and Vorona could come too if you want."

Tom looked over to Vorona, who was quietly watching the exchange with wide eyes, trying to memorize how they talked so she could mimic it later on. She nodded eagerly. "I haven't been to one before, it should be a good place to learn." Her thick Russian accent made Shizuo smile slightly, before they all got up and headed out after Tom paid for the lunch.

Vorona had just recently been a new addition to the debt-collecting duo, and Shizuo was glad she was there. With Vorona, who was extremely skilled in martial arts, Shizuo had longer breaks and the debt-collecting went that much faster, plus smoother. He grinned happily, these days were always getting better. Especially since the flea was rarely showing his smug mug around Ikebukuro after the informant moved to another city. Shizuo didn't care that he knew that Izaya was causing havoc in other cities in Japan, as long as he wasn't playing with Ikebukuro.

Shizuo let out a breath, watching as it showed slightly in the air. Guess it was getting colder nowadays, a little later this year around since it was the middle of autumn. Shizuo was still only wearing his bartender clothes, not feeling chilly in the slightest. Vorona had on a nice looking pink coat on with a matching scarf and Tom was wearing his long jacket already. Shizuo dwelled on how lucky he was sometimes, being able to not have to be affected by changes in temperature. He was smiling as he walked with his friends, more often than they were used to; but if he could give a reason, Shizuo'd have the flea to thank for leaving.

Vorona and Tom were making light conversation and he walked a little behind, too absorbed in the thought of feeling happy as he let their words slide past him. He knew his brother would already be at the onsen, seeing as he had his own private driver and his hotel was less than ten minutes away. Shizuo hadn't seen his brother in three months now, and Kasuka wanted to see how he was holding up. Whenever they talked over the phone, Kasuka would often wonder how his brother had changed in the last few months since the last time he'd been there for a T.V show about romantic couples.

"Oh, we are here now. Shizuo-san? Are you okay?" Shizuo looked down to see Vorona peering at him through blond hair that was waving in the wind. She didn't seem to concerned and Shizuo grunted to show he was with them. He looked up at the onsen, glad he could read and speak English fluently, seeing as the sign was in English.

"Clandestine," He muttered under his breath, wondering who in their right mind named a public bath that sounded like it was illegal. Actually, the name seemed to have no attachments at all to how it looked, which was very beautiful and fancy on the outside. His instinct wasn't showing any signs of stirring by looking at the building, so he figured there was nothing wrong with it inside.

They walked up to the front desk, the two receptionists on duty blushing profusely at seeing Shizuo take off his sunglasses and look at them directly with hazel eyes. He leaned on the counter a little, and smiled, radiant in the happiness he'd been feeling since the flea had left his life. "We were invited by Heiwajima Kasuka?" He smiled again, showing pearly white teeth this time. Tom thought Shizuo was going a little overboard with his giddiness, but didn't speak on it since he knew Shizuo didn't know or care about the affect he had on people.

Both of the young women gave a high pitched shriek at hearing his deep voice, obviously overwhelmed by his perfection. Tom figured they were new in Ikebukuro, seeing as they didn't recognize Shizuo with his strength, which every other resident already knew about. Then again, Shizuo was rarely causing mayhem these days with the informant, Izaya Orihara, gone.

One of the ladies finally managed to calm down enough to point at the door they could g through. The three nodded their heads in thanks before heading to the door.

Vorona and Tom went right back to talking to each other as they reached the four rooms Kasuka had booked for them. Shizuo opened the main door and found himself face to face with the young actor, who was just about to head out. They exchanged greetings before they all went to change, Vorona heading to the women's bath as the three males went to the male public bath.

Once inside the bath, Shizuo was surprised to see it mostly empty, for the exception of three or four other males there as well. The three stepped into the steaming water, relaxing their muscles. Shizuo loved coming to onsen's very often, seeing as he was usually in need of a stress-reliever and onsens helped him calm down, normally after he was done chasing the flea around half of Ikebukuro. He stepped into the boiling water and instantly felt his muscles loosening, a hearty sigh escaping his lips. Kasuka smiled slightly, but it was barely noticeable on his otherwise apathetic face. It was rare these days for the two brothers two hang out since he had gotten his job as an actor and was out of Ikebukuro most of the time for a drama or movie.

Shizuo peeked at him through half-lidded eyes, turning his head slightly to get a better look at his brother, who he hadn't seen in three months. Shizuo opened his mouth to start idle chit-chat and ask about how his brother was doing, but he suddenly stiffened up. His instinct was pulling at the corners of his subconscious, and he had the vague idea that he could smell a horrible stench. It was utterly degrading. Kasuka noticed the sudden alertness in his brother's pose and eyes, biting his lips lightly in anticipation and a little annoyance. He had gotten used to seeing his brother stiffen up before, and he knew what followed. It looked like this meet-up together was going to be short-lived, again.

Shizuo realized he was still with his brother after so long, and he knew it wasn't easy for his brother to find time to hang out with him, so he tried his best to calm his ringing instinct and just let it go. He really, REALLY, did try, but it was killing him. The nostalgic putrid scent was not going to leave any time soon, so he figured it'd be better to get rid of it, once and for all. Shizuo smiled apologetically at his brother and his boss before standing up to check out what the smell was. He didn't want to cause a scene in front of his younger brother, nor did he want his brother to be held responsible for the damage he knew was surely to come. After all, he was Heiwajima Shizuo, a walking volcano just waiting to erupt.

Just as he was about to pull himself over the ledge to get out of the water, the doors to the indoor public bath opened, and all head turned to see the newcomers. They were welcomed by the sight of two young men, one with a frown and the other with a large childish grin. Shizuo would've been fine seeing just one of them (the smiling one) since he was his long-time friend. Shinra Kishitani was a sight that Shizuo always found calming, in all the doctor's genius stupidity. Or maybe it was stupid genius. Anyways. He wouldn't have minded seeing his old friend, had he not seen the black-haired man the illegal doctor was literally dragging into the onsen. There was only one man who had those gleaming red eyes, that pitch black hair, and the mouth that was normally in a sadistic grin, only now it was turned down into a malicious frown. The young informant was muttering swear words at the doctor, most of which would have left a woman quickly covering the ears of her child and ushering them out after giving him a death glare.

The red eyes which were previously focused on Shinra turned to look at all the head turned in their direction, many of the mouths agape. His eyebrows rose seeing Yuuhei, the young actor, but his surprise was just beginning. Turning his head slightly, he saw a mess of blond hair, followed by golden eyes wide in shock, and then down at the perfectly toned torso. The raven's frown literally turned upside down, and then turned into a full on sneer. Oh, this was going to be fun.

The blond man blinked before narrowing his eyes in anger, ignoring his brother gripping his arm or Shinra trying to wave the informant he was dragging into the onsen back out. But the informant wouldn't budge. Instead he took a tantalizing step forward, his grin wide. Shizuo gritted his teeth in anger as he spoke the name he detested with all his being.

"IZAYA-KUNNNN!"

"Shizu-chan."

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