Oh, oh, oh! Welcome to my new fanfic entitled Diaries of Housewives… though this is practically mixed Yaoi and het. The main pairing here is Shizaya but I will be inserting some other… and yeah, Namie Yagiri will be the one to tour us around. This story will be in Namie POV and she will be opened to a whole new world as she starts schooling at her prestigious Raira University… a university solely for women. Don't worry, the boys will be at Raijin College. Izanami moments are somewhat seen… but dun worry. ^^ THIS IS SHIZAYA!

Listed under Romance/General genre, the story will revolve around a woman who is getting cheated on by her future husband. However, instead of trying to stop him… she uses the man to get to know a world outside their so-called material world. Turning her diaries into her future husband's biography, Namie will be venturing into a world Izaya has pulled her into… and even discovering things she isn't supposed to.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! I merely own the plot and the wordings… nothing more. Other references (no, not other authors' fics) are also used.

Warning: Yaoi, hentai, light novel characters and other wild things (updates as I go, don't like spoiling you guys). Rated M… plus?

Diaries of Housewives

Summary: I do consider it isolation but after ten years, I somewhat get absorbed in a whole new world new world. Thanks, Izaya… for cheating on me. What do fans call them? Shizaya. Namie POV.

Diaries of Housewives

I'm not sure if I should say this, though. Hello, my name is Namie Yagiri. I am the daughter of a man behind Yagiri Pharmaceuticals and its underground business. Despite my age, I have been long coated with most of the impurities of the world… but none has completely reached under my skin. But everything has changed when my father met Shirou Orihara.

Shirou Orihara… one of the loudest and most powerful names in Ikebukuro and Shinjuku Underground. He is the head of most of the underground business and player of the information network webs in the two cities despite the distance. He was cruel and ruthless, conscience-free and evil… he was indeed the scariest man I have ever seen.

Being the person that Shirou-dono is, my father has almost died just to become a good acquaintance to him. But despite his efforts, he failed… miserably. However, worlds turned when we accidentally met at a New Year's Eve party when I was seven. All I did was to stare at his scary face… until it suddenly turned gentle and free of evil demand. He then said I was beautiful and he liked me a lot… for his only son. And after that, they had arranged a marriage between me… and a man that I never wished I met.

Izaya Orihara.

No, he had nothing to resemble with his father other than that terrorizing wind around him. But he was way too sensitive for an Orihara, save for his mother… well that was what I thought. I was eight and he was seven… but I have already seen the maturity in his eyes that very moment… like he had known the world like the back of his hands. He exactly knew what people think in the back of their heads… but he was not coming up with stereotypes. He knew of the word 'differences'.

That is what I like about him the most.

But still, after nine years of being with him in the same house, school and business… we never got really close. We were still acquaintances that we were stuck with. He had never had any friends like how I did. He had never been in love with someone else other than ourselves like how I did. He had never felt anything serious for someone either. And in five more years, we will get married…

Still trapped in an isolated world of our own.

Diaries of Housewives

Rei Haruno —Sakura no Imooto

Chapter 1: Fateful Meetings

Or so I thought.

"Hey, Namie! Want to go to the food expo in Sunshine Building today?" Izaya suddenly grabs the back of my swivel chair, flashing a big smile at me. I am merely contemplating to myself by then… waiting for the e-mail for the results of my entrance exam to the prestigious university for women, Raira University.

"Food expo? For someone so weight-conscious like you?" I stare at him with my emotionless eyes and then he gives me that favorite bitter grin of his, "Oh, come on. I'm just going to check out—"

"New diet foods. Wow, you're more of a chick that I am, you metrosexual freak."

"Nah, I won't ask you to try what I am doing. It's okay to see you fatter than I am… at least you have big boobs that would be nice to touch."

"Get away from me, you pervert." I turn away from him and then he chuckles, "I take it back, you're not fat. So… let's go to the Expo."

"I'm busy. Go alone." I demand— tapping a pen against my desk.

"Oh my. What if something happened to me? Who will call you? Who will tell my mother that I'm in the hospital? (Though I don't like her to come.) Who will be there for me when I struggle for my last breath—?"

"…Later. I really need to do this. (Your acting creeps me out.)" I sigh as I keep staring at my computer blankly. Then a notification arrives… a small smile rising from my lips.

"What is that anyway?" Izaya then places his chin at my shoulder… "Wow, impressive."

"…I'm still waiting how horrible my score would look compared to yours. (Have you received your results?)"

"…What the hell? We enrolled in different schools. The tests are different. Why compare? And it's quite new that my future wife is concerned about my education. (By the way, not yet.)"

"Why? Can't I poke my nose in your business?"

"…You can, of course." He then gets up and stretches a bit, "Just tell me if you're ready to leave." He then walks out of my room that Sunday afternoon.

"…Yes." I whisper… despite knowing that he will never hear beyond the door.

Weird.

Izaya is never like that. He is gradually changing… starting last year. The nine years have been very consistent. We have never cared for anyone else but ourselves and we rarely even talk despite our presence in the same places. And even if we're like separated from the whole world… we are more separated from each other.

But last year is different. He begin moving away from his pedestal above humans… or more like pulling me out and letting me join him. I don't know. But it is never out of love. We never loved each other anyway.

The Izaya I have now is like immersed in another world aside from the one we're looking at. Just last year, when we have entered our third year in Raijin High, there are instances that he leaves the house after school… just coming home to change from his orthodox high school uniform to his fabulous clothing.

That fly boy. He cares about fashion more than I do.

And every time he comes back home, he is— well, not easily recognizable— but I know he's tired. And even until now, all I do is to stay home, do the house chores, cook dinner and wait for him to come back.

"Namie! Aren't you even done yet?" Izaya yells from the crack of my door. I twitch and then look at the time… 3 PM. If we go now, we might still be able to make it. And how stupid of me to be spacing out for an hour. I sigh yet again and give up on what I have to do, flipping my laptop closed.

"I'm coming. Just go and prepare the car."

"Everything's ready, Mademoiselle."

"Then just stay out… and don't peek."

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I have never been to a food exposition before and it looks really nice. I can see a lot of different foods, cuisines, and oh— everything! I'm not very much familiar about things… but I love to cook. Ever since I was young. But lately, I wasn't able to explore much… thanks to Izaya's— effective weight-maintaining diet.

"I told you this is going to be fun." Izaya whispers at me as we walk along the stalls and booths. He does say I'm quite easy to read… because all I can only feel are disgust, boredom and awe. Nothing more. He also says he likes it when I smile. He says I look so beautiful…

That he wants to chop my head off.

Anyway, I just have to enjoy myself while I examine everything in here… preparing for experiments back home. And for the record, I am the one leading him around… unlike the other walks that we are having before— which only extends up to last year. I am holding his hand and pulling him everywhere…

No, he doesn't mind at all.

Izaya likes it that way. No matter what kind of person he is, he is a masochist that is dying to be used by people. He is fine with everything you do to him… as long as it amuses you and does not kill him. He is also a type of person that is… filled with curiosity. No, he knows of almost everything… he is only to know what it feels and why would someone like to experience it.

However, since people are scared of him and do not know that such a nature of his exists… no one had ever tried to. I am the only one who is freely making him take my disgusted looks, sarcastic remarks and other bad things… in short, he lets me hate him as long as it amuses me. He even starts letting more people use him some more ever since he has started handling his father's illegal information networking business. He doesn't care why they need… but he is contented to help them with information.

Kyouko-dono is somehow the same. His mother does everything to help as long as she is left alive. But she separates right from wrong… unlike Izaya. If I were ask to describe the Oriharas… I would rather say…

Weird.

It is what they have always been.

"Namie, want to buy fruits? They're selling some here… straight from the farm." Izaya turns to a direction and he smirks as he looks at the fruit stands at a further section of the expo. I then slowly walk to the section and inspect apples. I want a pie when we get back.

And on another account, another strange thing happens. From the corner of my eye, I can see him looking at somewhere far away… a smile decorating his face. Without him noticing, I try to look at where his eyes are headed… but from a bent position, I can only see banners of sushi vendors.

He then turns to me and I quickly shift my view at the apples. He then bends down to help me pick the good ones, "Hey, are we having apple pie for dessert?" I can only nod and randomly pick apples for inspection. We then call the grocer and buy a kilo of them.

While Izaya is paying, I can't help but to look at where he could have been looking earlier. They are sushi stalls… he must be hungry and wants some fatty tuna sushi that he loves. Along with my thoughts, a hunch of 'that's not it' comes. Then I get to notice a man gazing back at me.

He has this blonde hair and purple glasses. He is in a casual wear… but acts more like an acquaintance of someone— a man that has been dragged here and has no enthusiasm about foods. He must have noticed by now that I am staring at him. From his lips left in a flat line rises a smile… like smiling at a woman that has been staring at him for a long while.

"Hey, Namie. Got any coins on you?"

I shift my attention to Izaya and grope my pockets for coins. I give him everything I have and decide to just forget about the blonde man. Then we walk ahead…

Me, giving up the thought of forgetting— glancing back at the man who isn't there anymore.

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"Neh, Namie? Want to come with me at the mall sale in two days?" Izaya then starts asking me again… naturally as if he is home the whole time. It is already night time and we just get back from the expo; and now, he's asking me out again to another event. But I can't help but not to answer…

Just before we left the building, he said he needs to go to toilet… just after checking a message from his phone. He then walked fast to the lavatories nearby— a different smile on his face again. And I waited for him at my exact spot… for twenty minutes, I stood there without moving. A lot of thoughts had been channeling inside my head.

I knew he met with someone in there. It must be another man, too… or else it could have been awkward if either of them goes in the toilet of opposite sex. And in those twenty minutes… things could have happened.

I have always known that Izaya is promiscuous. Ever since last year, he has been out the whole night and then comes home in the morning— either drunk, half-drunk, smelling drunk or smelling like other people's perfume. But he doesn't do it for his own sexual pleasure.

How ill of me. I haven't even confirmed that.

But he does act lasciviously at times. Ever since he has got in contact with the 'other world' I don't know about, he has been changing— two are becoming loose and having attachments with me. Though it doesn't seem I can categorize his changes for the better or for the worse. Whatever that world is, it has already turned Izaya into one of its inhabitants… despite his presence here in my material world.

No, I clearly pointed out that I don't love Izaya… to be honest, I hate him. But it doesn't mean I want him to leave… I need that bastard. Seiji has already departed from my life… ever since my aunt brought him to Tokyo with her ten years ago. My ties with him have been severed nonetheless by that witch… now I'm all alone. I never had anyone else.

In a normal human's context, I have Izaya. But then again, we have gone far away from the normal category.

Of course, I don't want to be cruising the sea of life by myself. I need Izaya and that's why I don't want him to be staying deeper into that 'other world'. Whatever kind of world that is, I cannot let him go and leave me. If he cannot get separated from it and get his ass back here in my material world—

I might as well destroy it myself.

"Namie~!" Izaya suddenly hugs me from behind and places his chin on my shoulder— his filthy hands on my breasts. I eye at him with madness… and then he starts sniffing, "…You smell different today. (Or were your pheromones at work?)"

"…I'm wearing a different perfume. (You doing that makes you look more and more of a pervert.)"

"Eh? I like the other one more! Why? Can't you buy another bottle or two? (Yes, I don't mind being a pervert.)"

"…I don't care if you like how I smell or not. (I might as well spray insect repellant on your face.)"

"No way! I'm going to the store tomorrow. Want to some with me?" "I'll rather head home."

"…" Izaya then bitterly grins, "Why aren't you going out with me more? Oh, well." He let goes of me and strikes his favorite 'I don't give a fuck' pose, "Alright then." He then places his hands on his hips— tilting his head a bit, "Yeah, I hope you haven't thrown away the empty bottle. Not risking my nose to be smelling tons of poisons just to find it."

"…You'll find it at my drawer."

He practically dances away to get to my room, leaving me here at the lounge.

Lately, it has been feeling weird for me whenever I catch Izaya red-handed without me telling me I do. All of a sudden, there are things acting on my guts and they want me to throw up. I am starting to really dislike Izaya's behavior. But who am I to somewhat judge him. Ideologically, I must be the one who can understand him the most. I must know why he turned out to be like that without even trying hard. Truth be told, we can only share our lives…

Only to the two of us.

Diaries of Housewives

Izaya happily prances out the perfume store and then he puts the paper bag inside his school bag. He then walks to a bench in the park… only to sit next to a man with a cap.

I have followed him secretly from school to the perfume store where I always buy mine. I am standing within an alley to conceal myself but I have a clear view on his seat from behind. He then starts moving as if talking with the guy—!

It is the guy yesterday at the food expo!

The blonde man with purple glasses is there sitting beside my future husband. The smiles on their faces are different than normal— Izaya's definitely not normal. They are having fun that very instance… as if love birds singing to each other on a cool Spring Day. Izaya then moves closer and closer…

And despite my considerations, a bad hunch flows within me as I watch Izaya and the blonde man. Maybe it is the feeling of getting cheated on… or the mere feeling of being kept a secret from by the closest thing you have.

Or the mere feeling of jealousy… and envy.

The feeling in my guts reacts again… making me feel nauseous at the very view. Maybe I am just weak enough to watch… but honestly, it is just a normal scenario. I'm not feeling nauseous out of homophobia…

And as they move, I do start feeling bad… envy surfacing as the winner of my reasons.

And I really feel bad for myself… standing within an alley to watch Izaya and his mystery man…

Kissing.

End of Chapter 1

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