A/N: as promised my DRRR and K crossover! :D This chapter is mainly creating the setting and initiating the plot (yes there will be a plot XD) Rating might go up.

This fic will feature eventual Shizaya and SaruMi but romance isn't the only genre. There'll be adventure and action too. Other Durarara and K characters will be brought in later as well. This is a multichapter story.

Enjoy~

Lost in the City

Chapter 1: Recontextualisation

It was a bright sunny afternoon in Shizume city. The skies were a pretty forget-me-not blue and a light cool breeze swept through the city gently fluttering tree leaves creating a rippling sea of green. It seemed as though everyone was outside, taking a walk in the park, hanging out with friends, or simply enjoying the beautiful weather.

It was disgusting.

Saruhiko Fushimi walked through the crowds of people, his hands thrust deep inside his pockets, a frown evident on his face. It was Tuesday, didn't these people have to go to work? In fact, Saruhiko himself was usually at the office at this time of day. However, his king had insisted that they all take the day off today and 'enjoy the weather'. They'd been having truckloads of paperwork on and off for the last month due to two gangs who had an all out battle that destroyed five major buildings.

Tch. I should have just stayed home. Fushimi sincerely regretted his decision to go outside because just seeing all these people annoyed him terribly. And it made no sense in the first place why the king let them off for a day. There had also recently been a reporting of a wild strain wandering around Shizume city with unknown powers and he seriously doubted that lieutenant would let that slip for a day.

But then again, he could be sitting in the office now digging through piles of paperwork. Maybe a day off wasn't too bad. For all he knew, the king might have some ulterior motive to this. Knowing him, he probably did.

Sighing deeply, Fushimi changed his route, heading off in the direction of the Homra bar. Maybe he'd meet Misaki…

As he was approaching the bar, the door swung open, banging loudly against the wall, and out walked Yata carrying his skateboard and baseball bat. Fushimi grinned broadly. Today was suddenly making a turn for the better.

Taking his hands out of his pockets and resting one cautiously against the hilt of his sword, Fushimi made his way towards Yata.

"Well, nice to see you, Mi-sa-ki~"

Yata whipped around. There was no mistaking that voice. His hazel eyes narrowed and he put on a glower.

"What are you doing here you damn monkey? And stop calling me that!" He raised his metal bat and kicked up his skateboard.

Fushimi chuckled lightly as this open show of hostility. "I wanted to see Misaki…" he said tauntingly, drawing out the syllables of the name.

"You had better shut up Saru… Unless you want that face bashed in!" roared Yata, he raised his bat and it burst into bright red flames.

Smiling even wider, Fushimi advanced towards the Yata, drawing his sword from the sheath, the metal engulfed in blue flames.

"Still so hostile, Mi-sa-ki-"

"Damn you…You asked for it Saru!" With a roar of outrage, Yata flung himself off the steps, landing on his skateboard. The wheels sparked red against the concrete as he sped towards Fushimi, his flaming bat held aloft.

Fushimi's insane laughter ringing in his ears, he swung, aiming a heavy blow at his head. This bat was met in mid air with the edge of a blade. He saw Fushimi's blue eyes behind the blade flash with excitement and his burned with rage.

The street was filled with sunlight, a light breeze, and now the harsh sounds of metal against metal. Their blue and red flames burned even higher as they exchanged blows. Flinging the flaming bat at Fushimi's head, Yata charged at him, his fists wrapped in red flames. Tilting his head slightly, Fushimi dodged the bat and countered the blows with his blade. They were perfectly on par.

Then suddenly, right when Yata was about to strike Fushimi, there was a loud popping noise and a girl materialized between them. She was so close that one movement would get her burned by a flaming fist or run through with a blade.

"Wh- What the-" Yata stepped back in alarm. The girl was glancing from one to the other, blinking her large purple eyes. In fact, everything about her seemed purple. She had straight dark hair, shoulder length with purple streaks running through and a simple outfit consisting of a white oversized t-shirt and some purple shorts.

Fushimi's eyes narrowed. This girl must have quite some speed to get between them in that one second. But what intrigued Fushimi the most was the cat ears on her head. They twitched and definitely looked authentic.

"Strain."

She's the wild strain.

Fushimi leapt back immediately, raising his sword. He honestly didn't care at all about this strain, other than the fact that she just disrupted his fight with Misaki. But lieutenant would pester him for a month if he let her get away.

Yata was still looking confusedly from Fushimi to the girl. "Strain? What do you mean-?"

But Yata never got to finish his sentence as the girl smiled, and extended her hands.

"Move back Misaki!"

By then it was too late, the strain grabbed onto Yata's wrist with one hand, and Fushimi's sword with the other.

Shit! Fushimi's eyes widened before his vision turned white.

Yata Misaki scratched the back of his head, wandering through the streets of a city. But it wasn't Shizume City. After the strain girl grabbed him, everything went white and the next thing he knew, he was waking up on the ground in the middle of a park.

It was already evening and Yata was extremely tired. He had been going through half the town (it was very large, even larger than Shizume City), trying to find out where he was. From what he gathered, he was in a city called 'Ikebukuro'. Having absolutely no idea where that was, it hadn't been very helpful. At least he knew he was still in Japan, but no one he asked seemed to have heard of Shizume City either.

So here he was, in the middle of a random city, with nothing more than his skateboard. He assumed he still had the skateboard because it was in contact with him when the girl grabbed him.

At first he had expected Fushimi to have a hand in this. But then he did remember Kusanagi-san mentioning something about a wild strain in the city. 'Their powers are unknown yet' he had said. Assuming that what had just happened was not a dream, Yata figured that her power must have been some kind of time, distance warp. He'd have thought Scepter 4 would have caught it by now. But Fushimi did somewhat try to warn him.

"Big help that did, you damn monkey," muttered Yata in a disgruntled tone. "Oi watch it!" he yelled when he accidentally collided with a person.

"Is that what you say when you bump into someone?!"

Yata glanced over at the man he'd just bumped into. Or glanced up more like. He had blonde hair (dyed by the looks of it), wore bluish purple sunglasses, and a bartender's attire. He looked over 185 cm in height and towered over Yata.

Woah he looks like Kusanagi-san… and curse my height!

The man scowled at him. "Show some respect kid."

Yata glowered at the man and clicked his tongue rather like what Fushimi does when he's annoyed. He's had just about the worst day ever. It started out pretty bad with an argument with Kusanagi-san this morning. And when he left the Homra bar for some fresh air and that damn monkey had to show up and make everything worse. Plus that damn strain girl who transported him to who-knows-where and he's had to walk around an unknown city for half a day. To sum it up, he's tired, annoyed, very ticked off, and this man was just looking for a fight. Kusanagi-san had always told him not to involve innocent bystanders, but in the current situation, it might be better to just blow off some steam.

"Hey are you looking for a fight?" he challenged, glaring at the taller man.

The man smirked down at the boy and cracked his knuckles.

"If you're stupid enough to start one." He took off his sunglasses and tucked them in his vest, revealing a pair of light brown eyes.

The resemblance to Kusanagi-san was astonishing.

The Izumo lookalike called over his shoulder at another man behind them. "Excuse me for a bit. Could you go on without me Tom-san?"

The other man who had dark brown dreadlocks sighed and shook his head before walking away. As he passed Yata he gave him a pitying stare. "You don't know what you just got yourself into boy." he muttered.

"DAMN IT DON'T CALL ME A BOY!" Yata yelled as he flung out a fist at the man's face. To his surprise, it was caught in midair by the blond bartender's hand. Yata pulled his arm back and glared at him.

The man called Tom proceeded to walk away, waving a hand over his shoulder. "Don't take too long Shizuo. And try not to hurt him too much, he's only a boy."

"You had better be prepared to die." Snarled Yata. He was worn out but too beside himself with anger to care. This day was going horribly.

Shizuo contemplated the boy for a few moments.

"You're going to fight me without a weapon? You won't stand a chance in hand to hand combat."

Yata, whose hand had automatically reached for his bat, froze when he realized it wasn't there. He had flung it at Saruhiko back in Shizume city. It hadn't been brought here.

"Keh, it doesn't matter, I don't need a weapon." Raising his fists they burst into red flames as he charged Shizuo.

Shizuo's eyes widened at the boy's flames. Interesting, was this something like Celty's powers? He shifted his head to avoid the punch but Yata was faster. The blow caught him on the side on his face and left a slight burn mark.

Yata smirked. "It burns doesn't it?"

Shizuo stared back at him, his face surprisingly passive. "Not at all. I won't feel pain from a tiny scratch."

His face suddenly broke into a smile. "You're annoying, brat. But you're not weak." He grinned manically at the prospect of a good battle, a vein beginning to throb in his temple. "I still like you better than Izaya."

Turning his back on Yata, Shizuo strode towards the side on the street. Yata stared in shock as Shizuo put his hands around a street pole and yanked it straight out of the ground.

What the hell is this guy?!

Having barely a second to recover, Yata dove out of the way as the pole came flying directly at his head. He looked up just as it smashed on the ground, the exact place where he had been standing a moment ago.

Shizuo straightened up and reached for the next vending machine, lifting it high over his head.

Shit! I've got to move or I'll be crushed!

Pushing himself off the ground, Yata rushed towards Shizuo, throwing a flaming punch at his stomach. Hearing the woosh and crash as the vending machine smashed somewhere behind him, he flung out his fist as hard as he could, making contact hard with Shizuo's chest. The flames seared a hole through his clothes but he seemed entirely unaffected.

Yata leapt aside when an arm shot out towards his face, doing a back flip and kicking off the pavement in a whirl of red. He darted towards the blond, sending a burning kick at his legs. He flinched when Shizuo's hand closed around his leg in a vice-like grip, strong enough to break the bones. Forcing out all of his energy, his bright red aura emanated from his entire figure, engulfing both Yata and Shizuo's arm. His grip tightened.

"Ah!" gasped Yata in pain. It felt like his leg was going to break. How strong is this guy? To grab on to the red aura is one thing but to hold on is totally insane. Any normal person would have their hand burned off.

Throwing another kick with his other leg, he heard a muffled thump and the grip around his leg loosened enough for him to slip out and jump back a good few meters. He crouched on the pavement panting, his right leg entirely numb.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" roared Shizuo, wrenching out a stop sign and chucking it at the boy. Yata's eyes widened as the projectile flew closer, his leg still unable to move. Putting his palms onto the ground, he fired a final burst of flame that shot him flying out from where the stop sign dug into the ground. He rolled a few feet before coming to a sprawl.

Shit! I'm so screwed! My leg isn't moving and I'm out of power…

Shizuo straightened up and threw him a dirty look. He looked down at the hole Yata's flames had seared in his shirt and scowled. Throwing out an arm, he gripped onto yet another warning sign and ripped it out of its base.

"I hate violence…and you made me get violent…" said Shizuo, his voice shaking with suppressed anger. His eyes were hidden behind his blond bangs as he advanced towards Yata, and anyone still left in the vicinity quickly scarpered away.

Yata's arm twitched involuntarily. He could feel the power coming from this man. But it wasn't a king's power. It practically radiated from his figure, the physical embodiment of pure violence.

He could feel cold sweat on the back of his neck. If this guy was serious…he might not even make it out alive…

Gripping his leg tightly as if that could make it move, Yata bit down his teeth and dropped his gaze to his hands, willing them to light up in flames. There was a spark, but that was all. He felt the man approach him, his shadow enveloping his feeble attempts at a flame. He saw a pair of black shoes and knew that he was there. In his mind's eye, he saw the man raise the sign preparing to-

CLANG

Yata opened his eyes. When had he even closed them? He raised his gaze slowly and flinched at the sight of the metal pole, protruding from the ground a mere inch from his face.

"Like I said, you're not weak. And I still like you better than Izaya. Make better use of your powers and quit annoying me."

Putting a hand to his vest, Shizuo shook out his sunglasses and put them on.

"Tom-san is waiting for me. You had better go home kid."

And with that he walked away.

-Dollars Chat Room-

-Kanra logged in

Kanra: Hello~ (ﾉ^v^ )ﾉ

Tanaka Tarou: Hey Kanra-san!

Setton: Good evening Kanra

Kanra: Ehh? Is this the whole chat room? Where did everyone go?

Tanaka Tarou: It's getting late, and tomorrow is Wednesday. I have to go soon too, I have school -.-

Kanra: That's so boring~

Kanra: Hey did anyone of you hear?

Kanra: Some idiot challenged Shizuo to a fight! The whole street got destroyed~

Tanaka Tarou: Eh?

Tanaka Tarou: Are you serious?

Tanaka Tarou: ⊙△⊙

Setton: Really? Why would they do that?

Setton: Are they mental? Why would they anger Shizuo?

Tanaka Tarou: Are they okay? Alive?!

Kanra: Haha~~

Kanra: Shame the idiot didn't get killed.

Kanra: Actually, it's amazing they survived…

Kanra: Hmmm, now I'm getting interested.

-Kanra logged out

Dragging his skateboard, Yata Misaki made his way slowly down a darkened alleyway. The feeling had returned to his leg, but the bruising was going to last for weeks. Damn that guy! Who was he? How dare he leave in the middle of our battle? Does he think I'm a coward?

After the blond man had left, Yata barely had enough energy to pull himself up and limp away. He hated the feeling of defeat. He never lost in any battle because that would disgrace the name of Homra. But here...the people haven't even heard of Homra. What kind of sick joke was this?

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish I could find that damn Saru sometime about now." Muttered Yata darkly. He was stumped about what to do now. His injuries weren't that bad. Though he had numerous scrapes and cuts, nothing was broken so he'll survive. But at this rate he might even freeze to death looking for somewhere to rest. Finally giving in to his aching muscles, Yata plopped himself down against a dingy looking building. Maybe some rest would be good…

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of red. Leaping up immediately, Yata grabbed his skateboard and his fists burst into flames. He winced when his injured leg hit the ground but gritted his teeth and didn't drop his position.

From the light of his flames, he could see the faint outline of a person.

"Who's there?" called Yata warily.

He heard a light chuckle before the person stepped forward. Illuminated by the flames, Yata could see this person as a young man, probably in his twenties. He was very skinny, wearing a pair of black jeans and a black fur-rimmed hoodie. In his hands glinted a short flick blade.

The man had a pair of startling red eyes that looked almost inhuman in the light of his red flames. He smiled, pocketed the knife, and held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you Yata Misaki. I'm Orihara Izaya."

A/N:that's it for the first chapter! A little bit of a cliffhanger. Will definitely be continued.

Next Chapter : Deal

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