A/n: This fic was inspired by the izanamie fic "Childhood" by the aspiring cynic. It's a really good fic and if you like this one you will differently like that one go check it out here

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Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara or any of its characters.

From the moment Namie saw him walk into her classroom her mood immediately soured. Her teacher was introducing him as the new student in her class, Izaya Orihara. Why she hated him was kind of a long story. It all started the summer before school started.

Namie was helping her mom cook dinner and clean the kitchen. "Namie, go make sure the stew isn't being overcooked."

She checked on the stew to make sure the temperature wasn't to high and then returned to making the deserts. "I don't see why we're cooking for these people."

"Because we are welcoming them into this community, it would be rude not to invite them over and cook for them." Namie rolled her eyes, she loved her mom to some degree, but could never figure out why she did her random acts of kindness. Like helping someone pick up trash they knocked over, or picking up money they dropped... And giving it back to them.

"They're strangers, according to society's social standards we don't have to do shit for them."

"Bite your tongue,young lady!"

Namie ignored her mom and finished up her kitchen duties then ran upstairs to wake up her brother and make him get dressed. Afterwards she took a shower and put on a blue summer dress, with black flats. By the time she was out the bathroom the doorbell ringed.

She came downstairs just as her mother, father, and brother were greeting the new neighbors. It was a family of five.

The father was friendly-looking, but just from his appearance she could tell he was a businessman. The mother was beautiful in all honesty, but she wore way too much make up. There were also twin little girls, they were dressed the same and had the same hairstyles, and even acted similarly enough to the point that it was almost strange. Her eyes finally moved over to the older brother. He was only about an inch taller than her, he had dark hair and eyes with a hint of blood in them. Honestly, he intimidated her and she immediately resented him for that.

The two families grabbed plates of food and settled around the kitchen table. Her father began to to talk about football with , while her mother began to gossip about other neighbors with . The twins, Mairu and Kururi, were both playing with their food. Izaya, on the other hand, was on his phone and didn't seem interested in anything going on around him. As a matter of fact, neither was Namie, she placed her dishes in the sink and began to walk towards the stairs. "Namie!"

She turned around to see a stern look on her mother's face.

"How rude. Do you really plan on leaving without speaking one word to Izaya? Give him a tour of the house."

Namie rolled her eyes and motioned for Izaya to follow her upstairs.

Other than his rude side comments about what poor taste her family has in interior design, which was exactly what her mom was, he didn't say much during the tour and it was over in no time. At the end of the her little tour they went back downstairs to join their respective families.

"What's behind that door?" The question came out of nowhere,but it was the only room she did not show him.

"My Dad turned the basement into his office, it's nothing interesting, besides I prefer not to go down there."

Namie's dad was a coroner, whenever he disappeared into that basement he came back smelling like death and usually had some unknown substance on his hands. Whatever was down there, she did not want or need to see.

"You prefer not to go down there or you're scared of going down there?"

Namie simply glared at the boy as he walked past her and went down the stairs, she followed closely behind him. Her dad's office had a computer and walls filled with pictures of corpses. Some of the pictures were even labeled stab wound, gun wound, disease,etc.

To be honest, the office disturbed her, but at the same time it intrigued her.

"I guess this is where my dad gets his morbid sense of humor from. It's almost sad that he spends so much of his time down here."

Namie tries not to let her dislike for her parents show, but the comment made her seem judgmental, and it wasn't one Izaya appreciated.

"It looks like your father and I share a similar hobbie, except I like to study the nature of humanity, whereas he studies the physical aspects. Besides,a forensic medical examiner is a decent profession, who are you to talk down about it."

Namie almost didn't catch the insult he threw at her. His tone was so polite that it lead her into a false sense of security.

"Same hobbies you say? You must be a serial killer, I wouldn't be surprised."

Izaya turned towards Namie with a malicious smile on his face.

"You distrust me already? But you haven't even seen me at my worst yet."

"Call me a clairvoyant." Namie said with sarcasm dripping from her mouth.

Izaya walked back up the stairs with Namie following, before she closed the door he asked her a question.

"Namie are you scared of me?"

She gave him an expression of annoyance and responded with a simple "no." She then tried to walk away put Izaya put his hand on the wall to block her way out. He placed the palm of his hand on her stomach, leaned in close to her, and whispered in her ear "Good."

Next thing she knew she was flying down into the darkness and hit the floor hard and the little rectangular ray of light she could she in her blurred vision was slammed closed.

From the moment she laid her eyes on him, she knew he was trouble, but she did not expect him to be easily willing to put another person in harm's way. Namie realized that she didn't truly know what extremes he would be willing to take to complete a task, but she avoided him for the rest of the summer.

When he was outside, she was inside, when his family was visiting, she was visiting Celty. She later found out that she was knocked unconscious for 6 hours after she had fallen down the stairs before Seiji realized she was missing, she had a minor concussion, but ultimately she was fine. And now here she was, in 7th grade, with her teacher introducing Izaya Orihara as a new student.

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Izaya observed the classroom left to right, from the girls who swooned over him to the antisocial boys in the back corner. He took the seat that was in the first row in the classroom, and last column next to the window, right by the boy named Shinra.

Shinra was the closest thing that Izaya ever had to a friend, but Izaya equally loved him just like he loved the rest of his humans. Shinra was honestly annoying and low-key an asshole, other then that he loved science and was infatuated with a girl in their class named Celty. In the seat in his column on the last row was Namie Yagiri. He could tolerate her bad attitude, sarcastic comments, and discourteous nature, but her lack of reaction to his action is what vexed him. After the tumble she took down the basement stairs she completely avoided him.

No anger, no sadness, just avoidance, but no matter how indifferent she acted towards him, she was still human. He would break through the walls she had up and peek at the secrets she hides behind them, it became a personal goal to him. It would be a while before he actually pursued it, after all he just found 20 other humans to experiment on.

The bell that indicated the end of class started ringing and every kid packed up their stuff and exited the building. After he was outside he was immediately approached by one of the girls from his class.

"Excuse me, but my friend over there really likes you, her name is Sakura, do you like her?"

The girl pointed to another girl who was blushing and giggling with her group of friends. A smile, that could rival the one of a Cheshire Cat,had formed on Izaya's face. He would have lots of fun in this town, just like he did in the last.