Hey~! Here's my DRRR fanfic I've been working on for about a month now. Hope you enjoy! Also, I do not own Durarara! or any of the characters used in this fiction.

Chapter 1: Rescue

He was cold. The wind bit his nose and cheeks. Where was he? Orihara Izaya couldn't remember anything that had happened before this. He looked up at the grey sky to see small white puffs of snow falling down. He better call for a cab. He looked back down to realize there were no cars on the road. It was a small road, like the ones you see in movies where it's a little neighborhood where everyone knew each other.

"I'll just call Namie." He put his hand in his pocket to get his phone. "What the..?" It wasn't there! In fact, where did any of his stuff go? No phone, wallet, switch blade, nothing.

The young informant looked around for someone he can ask where he was. He looked down one way of the small neighborhood, no one. The other way? Yep. There were a few kids in a small park playing in the snow with their parents nearby.

He started walking down the sidewalk, with his hands in his hoodie to keep warm. The sidewalk looked like it was just shoveled, and the streets had a lot of that grey slush kind of stuff.

"Hey, can you tell me where I am?" he asked one of the mothers.

"You don't know where you are? Well, I can tell your not from around here." She smiled at him.

"No, I'm not." He smiled back at the taunting lady. "I'm from Ikebukuro. In Tokyo?"

"Oh. You're far from there. I used to live around there for a while, but I enjoy living here better." The young man didn't have time for a strangers back story. He had to get back to Ikebukuro.

Wait, why /did/ he have to get back? There was something… No! Some/one/ he had to get to. But just who was it? Was it someone he needed to give information to? Probably. That's the only thing he did in Ikebukuro besides getting chased by Heiwajima Shizuo.

"SHIZUO!" the man accidently spurted.

"Hm..? What was that?" asked the woman.

"Oh… Nothing. I'll be going then." He wove good bye, then started back down the sidewalk.

'Shizuo?' he thought. 'Was Shizu-chan the one I need to get back to? No. That can't be right. We hate each other. Don't we?' He started to question himself. He did hate the blonde. Didn't he? Everything was getting confusing and colder by the second. He shivered then looked back at the mother. He sighed and headed back towards the woman.

"Uh, excuse me," he said to her. "Do you have a phone that I could possibly use?"

She chuckled at him. "Yeah, I do." She reached into her purse and pulled out a small cell phone, and handed it to him. "Here you go."

He thanked the woman then turned around. He thought he'd better call Namie first, she might know what's going on. He punched in the numbers and held the phone to his ear.

Ring… Ring… Ring… Ring… Ring… Ring…

No answer. He hung up, and sighed. He tried to think of someone elts who would go out of there way just to pick him up… Shizuo? No! He didn't even want that to cross his mind. But it did, many times in the two minutes of thinking.

Izaya sighed deeply then punched in his enemy's number.

Ring… Ring… Ri-click… "Hello?" Shizuo picked up, and Izaya went blank. "Hello?" he asked again. Izaya shook his head, returning to reality.

"Uh, hi, Shizuo. It's… Izaya." He replied.

"…" Shizuo's end went silent.

"Shizuo?" Izaya tried again.

"… Izaya..?" Shizuo's voice sounded more of a whisper. "Where have you been?" He asked suddenly. "I've been looking for you all over! Everyone thinks your dead!"

Izaya couldn't think of how to respond to that. He'd normally be able to come up with a snappy come-back to anything Shizuo said, but this was way out of ordinary.

"You've been looking… for me..?"

"Yes, stupid!" he heard Shizuo sigh. "Just tell me where you are."

Izaya looked back to the woman and asked her where exactly he was. She told him, and he told Shizuo.

"Okay. I'm coming to pick you up. Don't go anywhere."

"Wait! …Why do you care?" Izaya asked.

Shizuo sighed again, deeper this time. "I'll tell you when I get there."

Beep beep beep beep…

Shizuo hung up and Izaya hadn't had any of his questions answered but one (where he was, but that was the least of his problems right now).

How'd you like it? I like reviews, so enough of those and I'll post another chapter –wink, wink-