DISCLAIMER: I do not own Durarara! or any of the songs used in this work of fiction. I only own my OC Tamiya.

Chapter 1: Secret Calls

The day was like any other. Ikebukuro was bustling with the lively people that characterized it. Shizuo walked next to Tom as they travelled through the downtown area. Their destination? The house of another debtor, which made Shizuo annoyed for the day. Shizuo grunted as they waited for the train to pass. What made these guys want to borrow money from yakuza was alien to him. They knew that they weren't going to repay the debt. Shit, a job was a job though. And with his temper, he was lucky Tom needed someone like him to be the muscle.

When they arrived at the small house, Tom knocked on the door. Once. Twice. On the third time, Tom called out to the guy. "Akira Asahi? Open up!" They waited for thirty minutes before Shizuo became enraged. He hated waiting. Shizuo stepped back before he kicked the door in.

"Damn it, we know you're here!" Shizuo shouted as he stormed in the house with Tom behind him. Both looked around the house. It was dark and dusty. Furniture had been strewn about and smashed to make it look like more debt collectors had paid this guy a visit. If they hadn't been in this business for a while, they might have fallen for it. But not this time.

Tom looked around the living room for a bit until they heard a large smash followed by the shattering of glass come from the bedroom. Shizuo, who was the first to make it to the room, was welcomed by a flying vase. Shizuo growled when the vase broke on his forehead. His shaded gaze fell on Akira, his body half out the window.

"Get back here!" Shizuo growled. Akira gasped his eyes wide in fright as he jumped out the window. Sadly, Shizuo was faster. Shizuo had grabbed his collar and slammed him against the floor before Akira had fully left the room. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" Shizuo growled, shaking him senseless.

"H-Hey man, take it easy." Akira grunted.

"We'll take it easy when you pay off your debt." Tom said as he watched Shizuo pull him into a full nelson.

"Fuck that!" Akira spat in Tom's face as he tried to wrestle free of Shizuo's grip. Akira winced when Shizuo tightened his grip and kneed him in the back. "Shit!"

"Listen, I don't want to be the bad guy. So, just give us the cash and we'll be on our way." Tom sighed as he lazily wiped the spit from his cheek.

"And what if I don't?" Akira asked from his knees. He glared up at the dark-skinned man as he still tried to wrestle free from Shizuo.

Tom sighed and scratched his cheek before turning his back on Akira. "My friend'll get really pissed. He's not the type of guy you want to piss off."

Akira looked from Tom to Shizuo, then back to Tom. "I don't believe it." Tom shrugged as he took out his cell phone.

"Fine. Shizuo. He's all yours."

Shizuo smirked, releasing Akira from the full nelson. Akira's freedom, however, was short lived when Shizuo grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the wall. Shizuo stepped through the wall, leaving Tom to look around lazily in Akira's bedroom. It was like any other room, in a sense; it had a bed, a dresser, and a TV. The only thing that made it different was the unsettling amount of Sweet Shinjuku pictures and posters plastered on the walls. Tom cringed at the sight. "This is really sad." He sighed to himself.

An agonized scream that had been quickly muffled made Tom laugh to his self. He warned the moron. He glanced through the massive hole to see Shizuo throwing a bloody and bruised Akira around like a rag doll. I'll give him three more minutes. Tom looked down at his cell when he felt the Droid vibrate.

Shizuo looked up from the battered Akira to see Tom answer his phone with a smile. What the hell is he smilin' at? "Hey Tom!" Shizuo shouted as he picked Akira up by the neck. Akira squirmed and gasped for air as Shizuo walked over to his friend. Tom glanced up from his phone before whispering, "I'll call you back later, ja ne."

"Who the hell was that?"

"No one," Tom shifted his gaze to Akira. "Are you ready to pay up yet?"

Akira coughed up blood on Shizuo's arm. He glared at Tom through a blackened eye before pointing to a Sweet Shinjuku figurine located on his bed stand. "I…got 77,000 yen in there."

Tom scoffed before walking up to figurine of the Blasian pop idol. He popped open the base and sure enough, there was the money. "Next time, just pay people back upfront and you might not have internal bleeding." Tom said indifferently as he put the money in his pocket. Tom looked over at the blond and nodded. Shizuo dropped Akira on the floor, walking over to Tom. "Let's go."

"Who the hell were you talking to?" Shizuo asked once they were out of the house.

"Just a friend I haven't talked to in a while." Tom said as he looked through his Droid. Shizuo scoffed and looked around. There were more posters of Sweet Shinjuku being hung.

"Sweet Shinjuku? Who the hell…?"

"She's a new pop idol that supposed to be coming to Ikebukuro."

Shizuo shrugged as he lit a cigarette. He never really cared for celebrities, except for his little brother. He looked at one of the posters of the idol. She was pretty, but probably stuck up.

"What time is your plane arriving?" Shizuo looked over to see Tom on his phone, again. He watched as a large smile appeared on Tom's face. "Alright you know you can stay-" Tom paused and sighed. "I understand that you two have-"

Whomever Tom was talking to was really chewing him out. Shizuo chuckled when he saw Tom's face distort into a mix of fear and embarrassment, if the two could be mixed together. "O-Okay, but I don't have a place for you to stay so you'll just have to put up with him, okay imouto?"

Imouto? Since when did Tom have a younger sister? Shizuo stood up and watched Tom sigh in exasperation as he hung up. "Since when did you have a little sister?" Shizuo asked as Tom ran a hand through his dreads.

"I've always had one, you just never asked." Tom said with a weak smile. "We have one more stop to make. Let's go."