FatalNightmares: I am so happy to finally finish editing this chapter. I took forever! We do not own Durarara! or Ib (although we wish we did).
This is a role-play styled fan fiction between LucritiusEridian and I.
He plays Garry, and I play Izaya. We both play the minor characters.
This is a yaoi fan fiction, meaning gay love. If you don't like BL, then why are you reading it? For the rest of you, enjoy!
AN: We are still working on editing the first chapter, while writing the second chapter. Please bear with us and continue reading!
THE MEETING
"What just happened?" Garry stood in front of a beautiful red rose sculpture for a few seconds trying to remember what he was doing. "How long have I been standing here? All I can remember is entering the gallery, looking at a bunch of paintings... something else, and now standing here..." Garry looked around to make sure he was still at the normal gallery.
Suddenly, a little girl walked up to him."What are you looking at?" she asked him. "Hm? Well let's see. It's a rose sculpture I guess... When I look at this sculpture... I feel somehow sorrowful... I wonder why?" Ib looked down in sadness. "Ah, I'm sorry if I said anything to trouble you, Ib... wait who's Ib?"
Ib looked up at him. "I'm Ib." She said curiously.
Garry paused. "What? That's your name? Your name's really Ib?" She nodded. "That's the strangest thing... I mean, I don't know you at all. It just kind of came out." Garry took a moment to think hard about what he was doing and who this girl was. "But... Actually... Have we perhaps met somewhere before?" Garry thought to himself. What am I doing, I'm asking a little girl if I know her, I could get in trouble for things like this.
"Oh, look at me, asking you such strange things... Never mind what I said... Well bye." Garry went to leave, then felt something soft in his pocket. "Hm? What's this... A handkerchief? When did I get this..."
Ib ran up to him and hastily said "That's mine!" She exclaimed.
Garry looked at it, then her. "Ah... This is yours? Ib, your name's right on it. But why is it in my pocket? Plus, there's blood on it..." Suddenly, Garry remembered being given a handkerchief as a bandage in a strange world of chalk and danger. "I-I was... wounded, on the hand... and... a girl..." Garry remembered everything about Ib in another split second flashback. "A girl gave me her handkerchief..." Every memory came back to Garry. "And that girl was Ib!"
He become extremely happy from remembering everything. "We were together back there, how could I have forgotten?! It was so important! We stuck together through that bizarre gallery, almost died, and Mary too! Ib you remember all this, right?" Ib hastily agreed and hugged him tight. "Thank god! It's hard to believe even now... But it must have happened right? Ib we got back safely! We did it!" He stayed hugging her for a moment, then let go. "Ahaha...There is so much more I want to talk about, but I've got to get going. I have to pick up a package by six." Garry asked her if he could keep the handkerchief, and she handed it over before they departed.
I actually made it out of the painting alive, the man thought.
Garry turned his head to leave the gallery, when he confronted a man about his age. He wore a parka with raven, black hair and blood-red eyes.
Izaya Orihara refused to categorize himself as a human. Naturally, this game interested and entertained him. He desired to study humans. The game involved certain humans who survived inside a painting. Yes, a painting. He wouldn't believe it if it weren't for his own, crimson coloured eyes. He saw exactly how his pawns reacted inside of a heinous painting.
This man, Garry, would abandon anything to help Ib, a girl whom he just met. Izaya found that quality in a human rare. From his experience, humans were selfish. All of them were, with no exceptions. It mesmerized Izaya. He expected Ib and Garry to take months, years, possibly forever to return from the painting. He assumed, at least that they would die there... but no.
Izaya looked astonished as he saw two figures emerge from the painting. It took all that he had no to burst out laughing. It would blow his cover, since he hid behind a corner. As the purple haired man departed the scene, Izaya spotted a blue rose on the ground. He made his way towards it, and pressed the rose against his lips. The informant chuckled darkly, and walked his way over to the entrance of the building. There's no way he's human. I mean, his life depends on this rose. He ran his fingers along the petals, feeling the soft texture.
Garry stopped. Who is this guy? He's looking right at me. Does he know me? I don't remember him. He looks a bit creepy like the stuff in that awful painting. Garry examined him. He had a slim physique, a pretty, yet sinister face, and black clothes with a parka. It was about eighteen degrees out.
Then again, Garry also wore a jacket. Well, it's not like I can avoid him. "Um, hello? Do I know you?" He took a closer look at the man's hand. He saw a blue rose. Where have I seen that? Oh no! I'm not still in the alternate gallery, so why is my rose here? "That rose, where did you get it?"
Izaya looked up and met the eyes of Garry. The same purple eyes he spent his time trying to decipher. "Oh no, you don't know me!" But I know you very well, in fact. He replied with a signature smirk on his face. "I don't know; it appeared out of nowhere. It's beautiful though, isn't it?" He scanned the man's body. Garry wore a green shirt, tan pants, and a jacket that looked ripped along the edges. His light purple hair was wavy, and he had a few pieces on the top that were dark purple.
Izaya longed to reach out and grab a fist full of his skin, to see if he was actually real, alive, breathing. He craved knowledge, and at that moment, he felt like he was in a dream. Izaya hated feeling out of control. He needed to know more about this man.
He wasn't interested in Ib. She was a predictable human. Not to mention that she was a shy little girl, so the raven guaranteed she couldn't give him what he wanted. "Do you like blue roses too? Oh how fascinating." He waved it around. "You look confused. Here, you can keep it." He thrust the rose against Garry's chest.
Garry looked stunned, mostly at this man he never met before apparently knew so much about him. He slowly grabbed his rose from the man's hand, while accidentally brushing his hand against the raven's.
Whoa, his skin is soft. Maybe I should ask him out... Wait, what am I saying? I just met this man, I can't think like this, but I can't stop looking at him. Something about him is just transfixing. "Uh, thanks. Um, what's your name?" Garry asked, tensed and frightened.
Izaya smirked as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm Izaya Orihara, an information broker. Humans fascinate me, especially handsome men." He laughed. He's real, he's real! I wonder if he can bleed, like in the art gallery. Does his life depend on his rose? Would his rose fall to pieces if he died? Or would he simply die like a normal human? Aah, if only Shinra knew.
Shinra Kishitani, the closest thing Izaya had to a friend, was an illegal doctor who loved dissecting objects. He obsessed over his girlfriend; Celty Sturluson. Believe it or not, she was a headless dullahan, (meaning an Irish fairy,) who lost her memories when she lost her head. She aspired to return said memories.
Shinra, however, feared that Celty would hate him if she returned her memories. Personally, Izaya didn't understand his love for a headless creature. She was not human; therefore, she was not attractive. From the corner of his ruby eyes, he saw Ib talking to her Mom. How sweet. It's as if it never happened. Who would believe a little girl, anyway?
Garry blushed when Izaya said he was handsome. Does he like me too? I like him even more now. "Well my name is Garry, I am an author, but I don't have popular books. So, you get a lot of information. That must be really interesting." Garry looked at his watch for a split second, and then noticed he should probably leave. Damn it, I got to go! But I really want to keep talking to this guy, I like him a lot. I hope he wants to talk again, and with that job I doubt finding me would be too hard.
"Izaya, it was really nice meeting you and talking, but I just remembered I have to leave soon. Do you think, maybe, we can talk another time? Or you can come with me if you're not doing anything." Garry looked down nervously. Stop blushing, Garry; you're making a fool of yourself.
Of course, Izaya knew that Garry was an author. He was an information broker, after all. "It's never ceases to amaze me." Izaya beamed. His hobby was to study humans, he didn't think of it as a job. He was paid to observe humans and collect information... Was there a better occupation? He loved watching human lives spiral out of control. He controlled his humans, could predict their every move. Every touch, sound, gesture, Izaya could predict it all.
The raven was the closest thing to god in his own opinion. He didn't believe in a heaven or hell, 'much less a virtuous life'. It was hilarious, really. Monsters like Celty and Shizu-chan existed, along with the ability to live inside of a painting, yet he didn't believe in an after-life. Oh, what's this? He wants to 'hang out', as they say. The informant held down a wicked laugh. Silly naive innocent Garry, of course I would love to analyze your every move. And, he's even blushing, isn't that fun! "I'd adore to come with you. Take care of that rose, now."
Garry was scared, but also pleased and excited. Why do I like him so much? I only just met him. I mean, I've had lovers before, but I've never felt a need to talk to someone I just met this extensively. I hope he feels the same way. Oh my god, what am I saying? Get a hold of yourself; you're all over the place. You're even blushing! He started walking and motioned Izaya to follow.
"I will keep this safe, don't worry, it's too beautiful to damage." Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the rose was emitting a dim glow from the core of the flower. This has to be my rose, it must be magic; but does this still represent my life?
The informant followed Garry. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going, hopefully somewhere interesting. Izaya had different views on what was interesting. He found that he hated movies, TV shows, really anything fictional. He did like shows like the news, and documentaries, however. It was a waste of time to gather fictional information. "Where are we going, Blue-chan?" Izaya gave a nickname to him, along with everyone else. The poor amethyst-haired man had no idea what Izaya was capable of.
"I have to go pick up a package from the post office, something I ordered online. Been waiting for it for a while, I'm excited to pick it up." Garry had ordered wall scrolls online a few weeks ago. He had a soft spot for Japanese shrines and gardens, especially at night. The rivers in the middle of them were beautiful. Sitting in the middle at night relaxed him and cleared his mind. It put him at complete peace like nothing else.
There was one he consistently visited at the top of a hill in a nicer part of town near his apartment. It had a shrine at the top with a garden, complete with a small river a bit further behind the shrine. Garry went there at night whenever he needed time to think or to just wind down after a long day.
Izaya narrowed his eyes at the man. He seemed awfully casual after such a major event, unless Garry thought surviving inside a lethal painting was a minor event. Izaya laughed quietly, as he followed him to the post office. He knew for a fact that Garry was genuinely a nice creature. He referred to him as a creature, since the raven doubted he was actually human.
Izaya knew there was more to Garry. No one could easily walk out of a painting and talk about a package. Seriously, was Garry in shock? Was he dangerous? After all, he pushed statues out of the way easily. Maybe he was blood-related to Shizu-chan. Izaya clutched his knife in his pocket. "Oh really, do you care to share what's inside this package?"
Garry continued walking and noticed that Izaya became tense, but brushed it off. "A week or two ago, I ordered a few scenic wall scrolls, and they finally arrived last night. It feels like it's been a couple days since I entered the gallery." He looked down at the raven. "I won't talk about that though; I'll wait until I go to the shrine."
Garry paused for a moment. "Oh sorry, was I thinking out loud? I do that from time to time, usually when I'm frantic. You should tell me a bit more about yourself, Izaya, you seem really interesting. Plus, it's a long walk to the post office." I really need to stop thinking out loud like that... What if he thinks I am weird?
Izaya giggled loudly and obnoxiously at the mention of Garry ordering wall scrolls. That's exactly what the man needs; more paintings! "An inside joke about wall scrolls," he waved his hand around, "you wouldn't understand." His lips curled into a Cheshire smirk.
It was so entertaining to mess with him! Garry was definitely in shock. He even said that he thought out loud when he felt frantic. "You visit a shrine? That's interesting." Izaya looked at Garry when he said he wanted to learn more about him. "You'd have to pay for that information." Izaya winked. He would inquire more information about Garry later, when the man could actually think.
"O-Oh, right with you being an info broker, you must have a lot of stuff you can't say to just anyone... And yes, there is a shrine near my apartment that I visit every so often, usually at the end of a day. I go up there whenever I feel like it, which is about twice or three times a week. You should see it sometime, it's really nice." Garry and Izaya had been walking for about two blocks; they were getting closer to the post office. He always had liked Ikebukuro.
Izaya nodded happily as he skipped beside Garry. The informant loved to gather even the pettiest information, such as Garry's hobbies. As he gathered information, he remembered every single detail. He memorized, lived for information. "That's nice, Blue-chan." He held a creepy smile on his face. In spite of Izaya's money, how nice his loft was, he only cared about his humans. Anything could be replaced, (aside from his motherboard where all his files resided,) as long as interesting humans existed. Instead of normal emotions humans displayed, Izaya was different.
The raven loved to piss people off, to see their true colours. It didn't affect him at all, he considered humans 'his' since he could 'control' them. Except this one, who was a blonde monster with half of a brain (not literally, of course). Shizuo Heiwajima was indestructible, which was what enraged Izaya the most.
He hated him; he hated people he couldn't control... Therefore, Shizu-chan was not human. He could not consider himself human, either. Not because he had his own strange abilities, but due to the fact he stood on a different intellectual/observant level. He decided he would keep Garry around until he knew he was human, and everything about him.
"IIIIZZZAAYYAAA-KKUUUNNNN!"
Ah, speaking of the Neanderthal. The raven pushed Garry onto the ground, which was luckily grass, and Izaya landed on top of him. He watched as a vending machine glided over their heads, and laughed cheekily. As soon as he saw it hit a building, Izaya quickly stood up and pulled Garry along. "We should run now, ne?" He bolted towards the post office, still holding onto Garry's arm. He tested if the poor man could keep up with his agility.
FatalNightmares: Ooh, cliff hanger! Tell us what you all think. We adore reviews, it keeps us going!
LucritiusEridian: I really hope everyone likes it. I'm happy that we made the first fan fiction for Garry and Izaya. Hopefully it becomes famous!