Erm...First Fanfiction so I have no idea how to do one of these "Author's Note, Intro" thingy?!
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This is my first FanFic and I really don't know where I'm going with it yet but its probably going to be fluffy-term-smutty *thumbs up* so yeah! I would really appreciate any feedback, but please play nice with me. I'm kinda peeing my pants.

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Rust

Nicotine filled my lungs, closing her caressing claws around me and soothing my body. I exhaled slowly, a pleasing puff of smoke floating towards the night's sky. I looked up, surprised I could pick out the stars as they were normally swallowed up by the bright city lights. I smiled. It was a small smile, but a smile none the less and it wasn't a crazed with rage smile either. I wouldn't exactly call it "happy" as happiness seemed to be a feeling of the past, but I supposed it was somewhat appreciative.

It had been a peaceful day and I had gone without throwing, punching nor breaking anything, or anyone for that matter. And for that I was thankful. I had the day off and had spent it curled up in my small apartment, reading one of my many books and trying out its many calming techniques. The anger management book had suggested a therapist but I decided that it would probably be better to do this alone, as me and people wasn't a good mix. But I was doing everything else the book said. Like at the moment I was walking home with a bag full of candles and bubble bath and more sweet-smelling stuff to try and cure me of my rage. Honestly, my apartment had turned a little girly since reading the books but I think all the colour and scented stuff had helped and it wasn't as it I had anyone coming over anyway, other than Tom of course, and he was being rather supportive about it.

I had decided that my home would be a place of organisation and relaxation. My apartment would be free of all chaos and that was that. And all this would stay top-secret so that a certain someone didn't come along and try to mess things up. I knew he was pretty much capable of anything so taking my home away from me would be a piece of cake for the pretty faced informant.

I stopped walking and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath "Shizuo," I said aloud, not caring if anyone saw me. Everyone knew me as a sign wielding maniac so I doubted it would be too odd to find me talking to myself… "Don't think about him. You will not let him dictate your life. You will not-"

"Argh! The fucker cut me!"

I snapped my eyes open. Around the next corner I could hear the rustle of people, moving around quickly and talking in low, and now angry voices. I wasn't shocked to hear a load crush that sounded like someone getting shoved into a dumpster. I was walking down a dark alleyway in the rougher and more deserted part of Ikebukuro, not to mention it was the middle of the night. It was safe to say I had expected to bump into some trouble. I rounded the corner to see exactly what the trouble was. It was a long and notably dark alleyway and at the far end I could make out a group of about six men. I narrowed my eyes as I assessed the situation. None had noticed me so I could simply walk away and let them get on with whatever they were doing.

However as I turned away I picked up on what one of them where saying. I froze, mid turn "I'm sick of waiting. I was gonna make this nice and quick but after the stunt you pulled," he laughed bitterly "I think we'll take are time with you. Get him out of those jeans."

"No!" I heard a small whimper followed by a loud smack, as someone got slap in the face.

"Oh you've done it now. You wait. When I'm inside you just know that this was your own damn fault, you dirty slut."

Now that right there…that shit was fucked up.

I whipped around and had one by the throat in three large strides. I tossed him over my shoulder as if he was as light as a piece of rubbish, sending him flying. The rest all span round on hearing their friend scream. Their eyes widened.

"It's…its Shizuo Heiwajima" one of the gasped, causing me to wrinkle my nose in pure disgust. I felt kind of icky knowing that someone like him recognised me.

"This is the guy?" one gasped.

"Hey man," said the apparent leader, holding up his hands as if in defeat "look, if you want we can share him with you. I mean, you can go first and everything."

I snapped, flicking my cigarette to the side "Oh fuck no!"

I picked up the huge wheelie bin and flung it as the man, not caring if it killed him. I ignored the screams of the other three men as they dropped their victim and sprinted from the scene, leaving their leader potentially for dead. The situation was resolved pretty quickly actually.

Well, almost resolved. I glanced down at the slender man who was now hunched in the corner, his face towards the grimy brick wall. He was shaking and I could hear his muffled sobs.

"Erm," I blushed, shuffling forward "they're gone now. If you want I can walk you to, I don't know, the police station or I could call someone or…"

I didn't finish. Something shiny had caught the corner of my eyes. I crouched down to inspect the bloodied switch blade. Had his attackers stabbed him? Should I take him to the hospital? I didn't really want him to die on me. Somehow the blade seemed familiar. There was an item of clothing next to the weapon. I scooped it up with one finger, not keen to touch it too much. I held it up to the light.

My stomach dropped. There was no mistaking this fur rimmed jacket.

I shot round to look at the man; his fingers tangled in his own dark hair, trying to control his breathing, trying to hide his face, trying to hide his fear…I grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn around. His copper eyes sparkled as terrified tears gushed down his cheeks, his lips trembling as he tried, and failed, to fight back his emotions. He was scared and at his most vulnerable and now came face to face with his greatest enemy. There was something so very wrong about this image. The psychotic flea looked so human and for some reason it broke my heart to see him so weak. I couldn't hurt him, I couldn't even hate him while he was in such a state. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. Not even this protozoan of a man.

"Izaya?" I could barely whisper, unsure what I should do.

To my absolute horror he launched himself into my arms, his arms latching around me and he cried even harder. It was strange to feel his body loosen at my touch as if he trust me of all people, not to hurt him.

I shifted my weight uncomfortably but awkwardly wrapped my arms around my waist, to support his quivering body. "'ey…druu…drug…" his voice was slurred "dunt lea me."

I felt him go limp in my arms.

A little short but it's only chapter one *shrug* Thanks to anyone who's still here...I'll probably write a little more even if it is kind of sucky?

Bye-Bye
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