Author's Note: Hello there. Uh, yeah. This is my first angst ever. So bear with me.
Well, this chapter doesn't have any angst parts in it yet, but soon there will be. Hmm, will try to update every other week, but really can't keep an promises due to RL stuff. But please, to all of you, if I do not submit a story, please don't rush me. I take my time in things. And I mean I really my times in things.
Disclaimer: Do not own Durarara or the characters. Either way, I think you guys already know. ^^
Warnings: This is somehow be a yaoi fanfic later on in the chapters. Don't like yaoi, then don't read. Rating might change, depending on how this goes. Rated T for language.
The figure of a man towered the front of his desk. His hair messed up; strands of hair were in his face, his face groggy from sleep, his long sleeve shirt rumbled. The man didn't get much sleep the day before due to some, well, unnecessary business.
The man sat down in his rotating chair and turned on his computer. He wondered if anyone was on the chat room. Smiling a bit, he leaned back, waiting for the computer to load. He should have left it on like he always did. The chair was turned around, where the man was right in front the big window, viewing the building right across from him and the street now covered in cars and humans.
When the computer was done loading, it made a little sound that all computer makes when their turned on. He was about to spin around, but something caught his eye. A couple walked down the street, hand in hand. They acting so lovey dovey, it made the man sick to the core. Seeing couple acting like couples mad Izaya horribly disgusted and angry. Izaya quickly spun around and logged on to the Dollars chat room.
- -Kanra has enter the chart room - -
Kanra: Hello~!
Taro Tanaka: Hello there, Kanra
Setton: Hello Kanra
Kanra: So what is everyone doing~?
Setton: Nothing, we were just talking about something.
Karna: About what?
Taro Tanaka: Um . . . Well, something about someone
Kanra: Well, that's helpful~!
Kanra: You guys are mean. Not telling me who this "someone" is
Taro Tanaka: . . .
Setton: Have you heard about the Strongest Man in Ikebukuro?
Kanra: Heiwajima Shizuo? Yeah, what about him?
Setton: That's who we're talking about
Izaya stared at the screen for a while. Shizu-chan? Their talking about Shizu-chan? What in God's hell are they talking about him for?
Everywhere the man went, everyone would be talking about that brute. Things like, "Oh that man in the bartender suit destroyed the inside of the restaurant" or "That man is such a monster. No human being can have that much strength." People talk about that idiot like he's a fucking god for crying out loud. Humans shouldn't love that man. They should come to love Orihara Izaya. Not that deem writ, Heiwajima Shizuo.
The red eyed man shook his head. He will not allow that Neanderthal to take his beloved humans away from him.
Izaya quickly logged off the chat, not even caring to say goodbye to Mikado or Celty. The Informant looked around for his jacket, which was apparently lying on the couch. It took a while before finding it. Long, slender arms slid through the arms of the jacket. The faint scent of the similar smell filled the nostrils of the man. Grinning the famous grin, the man fixed the hood.
"Hmm, I'm hungry," Izaya said. "Let's go to Russian Sushi!"
The Informant left walked out of the room and out of the building.
Cars drove back and forth, either going to work, going stuff for the family, or simply driving around town. People also did the same thing, except just on the sidewalk of course.
Humans do the same thing over and over again. Nothing is never new. Izaya thought.
Orihara Izaya slowly, but swiftly skipped towards the train to Ikebukuro.
Yay for the end of First Chapter!
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