Shizuo had just gotten out of his work at a bar in Ikebukuro-district, Tokyo, Japan. He walked towards a vending machine that sold tobacco. It was a rather peaceful night, and the young blonde man sighed. Nothing had made him angry today, so no bones, freezers or vending machines had been broken by his hand. It sure was a sign of a good day, Shizuo thought.

The man paid his tobacco and lit a smoke. He leaned to a wall and looked around. Even if he was rumored to be the strongest man in Ikebukuro, there were people he would rather not meet. First, there was Celty Sturluson, a female Dullahan from Ireland, who rode around town in search of her missing head. The headless rider was both creepy and dangerous, especially if she was annoyed. Shizuo did not actually hate her, but dealing with her was just complicated.

Another person the bartender with blue sunglasses found difficult to deal with was Orihara Izaya, his archenemy since high school. The two, Shizuo and Izaya, were like night and day. The men did absolutely not like each other, but Izaya called the other "Shizu-chan" whenever they met. The blonde man showed his distaste towards the younger man by throwing heavy objects at him. Even seeing the pale informant walk the same street with him would make Shizuo completely lose his temper.

Shizuo lit another smoke, he felt calm. He thought of how nice it would be to go buy a crepe with cream and strawberries before going home. He had some 100-yen coins in his pocket; he would definitely get a huge, delicious crepe with them. The man smiled at his own thought; he was 23 years old, but his tastes were those of a little child's. Shizuo didn't like anything sour or bitter, 'the sweeter, the better' was his opinion. He could have eaten ice cream everyday without getting sick of it.

After finishing a third smoke the blonde bartender searched for a crepe hut that was still open at 3 AM. He found one and to fulfill his sweet desire. The lady at the hut was in her late thirties and had a round, tanned face. Maybe she's from Okinawa, Shizuo thought. "One strawberry crepe, with cream and chocolate sauce, please", he ordered.

"Sure, right away!" the woman said with a cheerful smile. She didn't seem to be tired, even if it was this late. After some minutes Shizuo had in his hands the prettiest crepe he had ever seen. He took a small bite and smiled happily like a small child. "Thanks! It's really delicious", he said and exited the small nameless crepe hut.

The blonde man wandered quietly toward his home, a small apartment in the backstreets of Ikebukuro. The crepe was really sweet, and he had some chocolate on his lips. A drunken man walked past Shizuo on his way. The man accidentally bumped into the bartender and made him drop his crepe.

"Hey! " Shizuo shouted. Usually he would try to stay calm, but dropping his crepe was unforgiveable. He noticed there was something very familiar about the drunken man wobbling away from him.

"!"

A vending machine selling used panties flew towards the drunken Orihara Izaya. Alcohol slowed down the usually so quick reflexes, and the machine really hit the informant to his shoulder. He fell to his knees, looking at Shizuo without understanding.

"Why?" the dark haired man whispered. Shizuo Heiwajima had been the center of his amusement for some years now. He was the only person in the world Izaya did not love, so it caused the bartender to become interesting.

"Because I hate you!" spat Shizuo simply, not thinking too deeply about the informant's weird behavior. Somehow Orihara seemed weaker than usually. His mocking smile and cruel words had drowned to alcohol; he reeked of beer so strongly that Shizuo was disgusted.

Izaya tried to get up, but fell again. He lost consciousness.

Author's Notes:

Hello, everyone! Long time, no see. I'm kind of busy with my mundane life, but yet I still started writing this fic. I just got an inspiration on my way home, I was sitting in the bus and was like 'oh yeah, Durarara! sure is cool series…hmmm….yeah, I wanna write a fic of Shizuo and Izaya. But daaamn, there must be hundreds of Shizaya-fics already! Maybe something different? But in the end, I guess I can't stop myself from writing romance…Too bad?

I noticed there already is one or two fics where Izaya is totally drunk, but yeah. I hope nobody thinks I'm copycatting this from someone else. ^^'

Please review~!

P.S. For those who want me to continue my IkkiTousen fic "Through Trial and Error", please wait just a bit more, okay?

P.P.S And, yeah, actually vending machines selling used panties are an urban legend, I don't know if they really exist.