Another story! Yay, sorry life hasn't been all that friendly with me. This story is for a friend of mine. Enjoy.
I hope it'll turn out rather long. Bare with me beginnings are not my strongest skill.
P.S I'm having to use my phone for this story at this point in time, so updates might end up late or early. Who knows?! I sure don't. So, I'll be utterly thankful to anyone who follows, reads, or even clicks this without meaning to.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, the anime nor the manga
Chapter 1
It was a cool day that showed that summer was now at it's peak end, It was the day school started again for Izaya who laid on his back looking at the ceiling of his poorly lit room. His light grey eyes traveled to his window that showed the sky turning a lighter shade of blue. A breath of air left his lips just before he sat up placing his bare feet on the cool wooden floor below him. "Izaya-kun you're gunna be late for school~" His upbeat younger sister sang at his door making him want cringe. Closing his eyes, he went ahead and got ready for school.
After he was ready, he walked down the hall to see his two twin sisters sitting at a table eating breakfast and what seemed to have been flirting as they sometimes fed on another. Izaya ignored them as he just gave a simple wave as his good-bye to the twins. As he stepped outside the warm breeze hit him softly making him a little glad it was still not day light. He lived in an apartment that seemed to stand alone away from the busy city, this didn't bother him as deeply as he thought it would, with his love for humans he thought being about a twenty minute walk might affect him. Soon the shopping district came into view making him light up a bit inside knowing this was the time they set up shop.
Once he was in the dirsict he begun to note the information that he knew in his head smirking as he walked. After about ten minutes he made it to a small neighbor hood that was filled with color gangs what stood out to him was yellow today, was normal for a monday which he had noticed some time ago. He heard little bits and peices about a colorless gang that happened to make him smirk more. Later he has made it to his high school the sight was dull, it was panited white with grey, the school itself was rather small at first sight but, once inside it was pretty big. He stepped into his class room for whatever close he was attending, he didn't pay much mind to it due to all the humans around him.
Once seated, he leaned with his elbows on his desk with his hands knitted together and his chin resting gently against them. He closed his eyes just listening to the chatter around him. "Did you hear? We're getting a New teacher!" A girl gossiped. "I heard he had a temper for troublemakers." Another girl let out. "Wouldn't that speak trouble for Izaya-San?" He opened his eyes at the sound of his name finding amusement in it. "The way the new teacher sounds, it might-" One of the girls was cut off by a squeal. "Oh, what if he is handsome?! How will I be able to keep up my grades?!" A girl who clearly used too much make-up said in a very airy voice. The sound of the door opened making everyone run towards their assigned seat. The man who walked into the class was wearing a bartender outfit, lightly blue tinted sunglasses, his hair was blonde and clearly a mess. He grabbed the chalk writing down on the board. 'Heiwajima Shizuo' he turned to now face the class. "My name is, Heiwajima Shizuo. And I will be your homeroom teacher." His voice was calm as be spoke, his hand rested flatly on top of his desk. Looking around to see if anyone would say anything, when no one didn't he picked up a price of paper that laid on the desk. "Alright, now I will do a roll-call." He read off a few names, Izaya knew he'd be in the near last people who would be called upon so he looked out the window watching the people cleaning up and setting up the fields for gym. As he was doing this, the sound around him faded.
A chalkboard eraser hit him in the side of his head turning his black hair to a light grey, waking from his daze he looked over to his New teacher who could have, had a vain popping from his forehead was glaring angryly at Izaya who was now laughing at what he just saw. "Iza-ya!" Shizuo shouted nearly on the top of his lungs grabbing a pen getting ready to throw it at the chalked cover haired boy who sat laughing and holding his stomach. "I-I'm here." Another laugh left him after he had said that. After he regained his breathe he was told to stand outside for the rest of the class. He snickered on his way out. 'What a funny expression. I should see what else would cause such a reaction.' He thought as he closed the door behind him to stand in the hall. Getting what the chalk out of his hair was no easy feat, only specks of white remained making him look like a half Dalmatian. He was leaning against the wall by the time the bell rang for the next class. Other teenagers flooded the halls talking rather loudly making it a hard task to hear anyone. A tap on his shoulder made him turn his head only to see his twin sisters. "Heyyyy! How was first class? Did you get in trouble again?" Asked Mairu, she wore a black skirt, a white button up shirt, with a red tie. While Kururi wore her gym outfit, she stood closely to her sister quietly. "Trouble? I should be asking you that shouldn't I?" He walked towards his locker to get a change of books for the next class. "I have you know I didn't get forced to wait out of class for it to end. Spots." She laughed before walking off so he couldn't say anything in return to the last comment.
The rest of school went on as a total bore for Izaya. The only thing that struck his interest was his new history teacher along with his new science teacher, they seemed like they would be fun to mess with. For now he mainly wanted to get home so he could get the remaining chalk out of his hair since his sister ran a nickname for him as spots, which he was not fund of. Once home he went to shower, looking in the mirror he recalled Shizuo reaction to him zoning out, with that a small smile formed on his lips.