Bad Seed

Izaya is a jerk-ass sociopath, yes, but he didn't ask to be born this way. Something is wrong with his brain. A genetic defect. Blaming him for not having empathy is like blaming a total color-blind person for not seeing the beauty of a rainbow. This is a story about Shizuo trying to humanize Izaya Orihara. Shizaya/Izuo. Warnings: violence, possible lemon in later chapter.

Note:

Hello! This is my first Durarara fanfiction. English is not my first language so please go easy on me, Grammar Police ^^"

I was writing a manga concept about a sociopath before I decided to make this fanfic. Some scenes are taken directly from the manga pilot chapter, but I try to make everyone as in-character as possible.

Please enjoy~

Here it goes again.

Beefcake brutes encircling him on a corner of Raira Academy restroom, obnoxious sneer plastered across their greasy face. They're mocking, threatening; even without listening Izaya can tell the words they spit. Always the same old song. Always about him being a new kid, or his girlish figure (which is not true—sure, compared to those testosterone monster he's sure a lot slimmer and smaller, but girly? These men must have some sort of masculinity complex that they deem anyone whose bicep is smaller than his head is girly), or about his nonchalant attitude toward seniors.

Meh. Who cares about senior-junior these days anyway. Born one year sooner doesn't mean you're given the privilege to have younger kids licking your shoes.

Enough. Time to pull of a show.

"Oi, kid! What are you smiling at?!" one of the seniors snarls, annoyed.

"What, I'm not allowed to smile?" Izaya puts on his best innocent mask, "Hmm. Let's see. What human would normally do when encountering this situation... Oh! I get it," he pauses. The group frowns, but before any of them can bark Izaya lowers himself to a sitting position. His eyes are—somehow—watery, and there are quivers in his voice as he sobs, "Please, Senpai! Don't hurt me! I promise I won't disrespect seniors anymore! Let me go!"

Their frows deepens. Just what is this kid trying to do?

A rough hand fists Izaya's red shirt, lifting him off the floor. His face is separated only an inch from the senior's red angry one. "Don't mock us, you little shit!"

"Eh? But I've tried my best to look scared! Isn't it how human would react when bullied?" Izaya's voice is cheerful as he retorts. Completely different from his acting a few minutes ago. "I don't understand why, though. To me, seeing someone displaying their strength in front of me is rather exciting!"

The bald-headed senior who gets his hand on his shirt immediately throws him down. "Gross! This queer is getting off on this!"

Izaya lets off a tinkling, way-too cheerful laughter that resonates through the toilet stalls. He pulls himself to his full height, head still lowered. There's a glint of mischief in Izaya's red orbs as he tilts his face guys surrounding him takes a step backward—how can someone sound so cheery yet look creepy at the same time?

The raven-haired junior scrapes his sharp canines with his tongue. He whispers, "Mmm. Your physical strength sure is impressive, Senpai, but—"

A clink of metal.

A screech from fabric being torn.

"—still not enough to turn me on—"

Sounds made by liquid falling in drops.

"—still not as strong as him—"

And finally, a scream.

The men holds their breath as they realize what just happened—Izaya had pulled out a balde from his pocket and slashed the bald-head's chest, leaving a big gaping wound where the sharp metal met skin. Baldie holds his injured chest, a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. No such luck. The sights of their friend drenched in blood put to the rest of the gang into a rage. They clench their fist, ready to knock that arrogant smile off of that black-haired kid.

Clink. Screech. Drip.

In a swift motion that seems to fast to be caught by a naked eye Izaya's blade slices their flesh. In quite an impressive speed, too, the seniors run away while taunting, "You'll pay for this, bastard!"

The seniors grits their teeth when they hear Izaya's laugh echoing through the empty corridor. "I'm looking forward to it, Senpai! Hahaha! hahaha!

"...Hahaha. Haha. Ha. Ha."

As the senior's thumping footsteps fades away, his laughter stops. The fox-like smirk that Izaya wears from ear to ear flattens. Puffing out a long breath, he grunts, "You're not as entertaining as him either, Senpai."

"Shizuo-kun! Sorry for the wait!"

A brown-haired boy in spectacles pops up from behind the school gate. The boy, Shinra, is lucky because today is one of the very few days where Shizuo's patience level increased by a tiny bit, thanks to the soft, sweet pudding Kasuka made for lunch desert. "What took you so long?"

"Got called to help our school nurse. Some seniors got slashed," Shinra replies, his breath is still fast and shallow after jogging from clinic all the way to the gate. "They bullied a transfer student who somehow carried a fold knife."

"Che. Serves them right, bullying is pathetic." Shizuo frowns, "Even so, carrying a knife to school... isn't that against the rules?"

Shinra snorts. "Funny you care about school rules, Shizuo-kun," he chuckles, eyes cast to a mountain of broken desks and chairs piled on a garbage bin near the gate, 'victims' of Shizuo's outlash yesterday. "I heard that kid was bullied so bad since elementary school that he had to arm himself."

"Is he in your class?"

"Yeah. He has a weird name... Kind of a westernized name... What was it... hmm... Pariah? Mesiah? Isaiah? "

Shizuo freezes on his feet. That name... could it be—

"Right! Izaya Orihara, that is!"

—him.

It's him.

What is that flea doing at his school?!

Shinra catches the discomfort in Shizuo's deepened face. He opens his mouth to ask, but an annoyingly loud shout shuts him up. "SHINRA-KUUUUN!"

Both the brunet and the blond turn their head. A black-haired boy runs in their direction, wearing a black hard-collared uniform outside of a red shirt that matches his gleaming eyes. There's a happy smile on his face that somehow annoys the hell out of Shizuo.

Speak of the devil...

"Shinra-kun, I'm sorry to make you busy earlier. I shouldn't have used my knife," Izaya makes puppy-kicked-out-in-the-rain look as he speaks. Shizuo almost hurls.

Shinra pats his shoulder. "It's fine, Izaya-kun. It's not your fault! You were trying to defend yourself."

Izaya smiles innocently. He glances at Shizuo, who's been immobile since his arrival. "Oh, you're going home with a friend, Shinra-kun?"

"Yeah! We're gonna pull an all-nighter for tomorrow's exam. Shizuo-kun is helpless without my notes," Shinra giggles. He jabs the blond's waist with a finger. "Oi, why are you so quiet?"

Snapped from his thought, Shizuo finally speaks. His caramel eyes meet Izaya's scrutinizing red ones. "Ah. Well. I'm Shizuo Heiwajima. I'm... I'm Shinra's friend. Nice to meet you, I guess?"

Shinra's giggling evolves into a fit of laughter, followed by Izaya's. The glasses boy can't stop himself from teasing." Oh my, Shizuo-kun is nervous! Did you just fall in love with Izaya-kun at the first sight?"

"What?! Gross!" is Shizuo's automatic retort.

Izaya's smile grew wider. So wide that it'll probably surpass the length of his face. "It couldn't be 'love at first sight' because we've met before, right, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo clenches his fist. His nails digs painfully into the flesh, leaving red crescent marks.

"Oh! So this is a reunion of two lovers?" Shinra teases again. This time, however, his giggle doesn't last long because Shizuo's fist launches itself on his mouth. It's rather comical how Shinra is still wearing that silly teasing expression even after he collapses from the punch—Izaya would have laughed if Shizuo's raging punch didn't land on his jaw.

Caressing his bruised face, Izaya grins.

Found you, Shizu-chan.

That's for the first chapter! I'd love to know what you guys think before continuing the story... should this be Shizaya (Izaya as uke) or Izuo (Shizuo as uke)? Both seem reversible to me ehehehe~

Reviews are welcome!