Hello.~ Another Durarara fanfiction here. This is another story from a few months ago. I hope you enjoy.~

"Noises could hardly bother me while I sleep, but I'm what you call a light sleeper… Now, who are you, and why are you in my room?" I smirked annoyed. Now the gall of a person to sneak into my home, let alone my room at night and wake me up at three in the morning just to ask if noises bother me in my sleep is quite high. Considering most in this area of Tokyo know better than to mess with a person like me. What can I say, I scare little girls into killing themselves. Meh… Some have done worse. But considering I love my humans, those girl's should be grateful, that I cleared up some thoughts for them.

There was a long pause, with the figure saying nothing. I rolled my eyes examining their appearance. Tall, could be either gender for that matter. But they were in a hooded cape that covered their entire figure until the ankles as well as being adorn with long sleeves, which I assumed went a few inches past the tips of their fingers. The cloak itself was much like those familiar shadows which my friendly courier, Celty-San had. But it never occurred to me that the figure before me was Celty, not even in the slightest. Their posture was different; sulky, but somehow confident. Which made me frown in disappointment. No person in their right mind, had that posture when sneaking into someone's household. The least of which being mine. That is of course if they knew who I was. Nonetheless it seemed like an opportunity to have some fun. I clenched my phone in my hand, prepared to dig up info, or even call someone. No, I didn't feel threatened. It was quite the opposite feeling. I felt exhilarated.

So, I finally ended this useless pause in our not so fulfilled conversation. "So, my dear acquaintance… Are you going to explain yourself. Or…?" I grabbed my switch blade from my black jacket, the one with the faux fur. The jacket was appropriately placed at the foot of my bed. Which I was sitting on now staring at my new found toy.

"No, Izaya-Kun… You should know me well enough by now. After all, we're so very close… No…" The figure finally spoke. I could now tell they were female. She stretched out a cream colored hand which grabbed mine grasping the knife out of my hand. While her other hand grasped my chin and she pulled me forward while kneeling on the bed.

"I don't believe I recognize you, refresh my memory, Female-San. Or at least let me see that face of yours." With my free hand I dropped my phone and put a hand around her neck. I wasn't much for physical fights, I well admit that. But the least I could do was overpower a woman.

The woman giggled. It seemed my choking her was having no effect. To say the least I was surprised. "Oh, Izaya-Kun, that's futile. You should just… Sit. Back. For the ride." She growled, and I could hear the frustration in her voice as she steadily spoke the last several words.

I sneered in annoyance as she used her body weight to push me down onto my back. "You're quite the pest, Female-San. Tell me, are you trying to rape me or something? Because I'm sure the cops would be quite keen to hear about it." I bluffed. So, what? I merely dialed a random number on my phone's speed dial… Yes, the cops are on there. For reason's concerning Shizu-Chan…

I lost grip on my phone, due to Female-San's angry hand snatching it out of my hand. She then proceeded to throw it against the wall. I was unamused. This was testing my patience. What is this woman trying to do to me?

I sighed as she had grabbed both of my arms and held them down to the bed. "Oh, shush, Izaya-Kun. I'm not trying to rape you in the least. I'm just going to show you something. It's special, so keep it a secret." Female-San had leaned in and whispered lightly in my ear. I have to say, this woman is quite annoying. She also reminds me of myself, in a way…

"Tch… Female-San…-" I was cut off from my thought as this woman gently kissed my cheek. It was not what I thought she would have done. But then she almost playfully smiled. I was somewhat sick of seeing the lower half of her face but not the top half where her eyes resided. Damn that cloak, whoever this woman was, it seemed like she planned this thing out well. Though my suspicions of who she is, are still very vague.

"It's a parting gift, Izaya-Kun… For your last moments as one of the human beings that you so love, with that empty husk of what you call a heart." Female-San smirked, while I only sweated. What the hell? Was this woman saying she'd kill me? Certainly no… I'm not ready to die. I tried wrestling with her, much what I should have done in the first place. And oddly enough she seemed to almost have the same amount of strength that I had. But she landed on the floor on her butt. I could only see a sick smile plastered on her face.

"You see, Izaya-Kun… You have more in common with your humans and, Shizu-Chan than you think." What? I was slightly bewildered. This all seemed quite out of character with my usual self. She continued speaking as I mentally went over everything that had happened since I woke up. "Izaya-Kun… We both know you're afraid of dieing. Like we both know, that you fear disappearing forever like you say to all those poor people that you trick."

"You're an unamusing human if you think that's all I felt. Granted you know me well. But…-" I merely spoke. She was begging to annoy me.

"Nevertheless… Izaya-Kun… Farewell." I wasn't expecting it. But the woman had gotten up and stabbed me within a matter of moments. I was loosing consciousness. She stabbed me in the heart. Ick… How disgustingly poetic..

Yes, I realise Izaya goes out of character a tiny bit. I hope you enjoyed it anyway.~ No, Izaya's not dead, don't worry. And yes, I realized that sounded sexual for a little while... It's not meant to be seen that way..