Hi. This is my first story. Forgive me I am still trying to figure out stuff about site.

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated with Durarara.

Izaya Orihara: 5'9" reddish brown eyes black hair 128 pounds. 17 years old, and very attractive for his age. Didn't finish school, self-taught, smart kid, quick on his feet, known to be elusive. He lives in Ikebukuro, a commercial and entertainment district in Toshima, Tokyo, Japan. Toshima is one of the eight central wards of the Tokyo Metropolitan area, including Chiyoda, Minato, Shibuya, Chuo, Shinjuku, Taito, and Bunkyo surrounding the Imperial Palace. He is an entrepreneur, a gatherer of information for hire and he lives a life of freedom with no restrictions. Basically, he's a brat for hire.

My story is my mine, I wrote it for me, just wanted to share with you. Characters may seem different than anime or manga.

Opening:

Izaya was people watching in a club he is known to visit on occasion when he was tired of people watching from the rooftops. The club was for all ages and has a large balcony that he reserves for himself when he wants to kick back and enjoy himself. Little did he know that someone had been looking for him recently and he was soon to be found. Izaya was leaning over the rail that over looked the dance floor, his forearms holding him up with a Perrier in hand and his right foot propped up on the second bar. As Izaya looked down at the people he loved so much to watch, he noticed that someone was pointing up at him, or what he thought to be him since he was the only one up on the balcony. Then the person next to him looked to where he was pointing and Izaya watched as this man noticed him and darted off for the nearest stairs. Izaya thought to himself "fuck!… he couldn't be coming up here for me…no one would fucking…why the fuck?" he kept questioning this in his head. Then said out loud, "fuck it" and threw his bottle of Perrier aside that he had been drinking, grabbed his infamous jacket and threw it on as he was running down the opposite side stairs that led up to the balcony.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs a large man appeared in front of him, as quick as he appeared his next action was just as fast, they made eye contact for a split second and Izaya was grabbed by his neck with one of his large hands and the force he used felt like he was clotheslined. He couldn't help but let out a gasping sound of a single choke as he was slammed in to the floor by his neck.

He landed hard enough on his back that he lost his breath momentarily. He realized he had his eyes closed, as he opened them he noticed that the club had ceased its clubbing and all eyes were on the shady ruckus happening before them, Izaya having been overpowered and tossed to the ground. Earning the reputation of being one not to be messed with, everyone was already on their phones instant messaging and posting on the web about what had just happened to him. In that moment of realization, Izaya was flipped over and the large man sat at his lower back grabbing his left wrist forcing his slender arm to his back. Izaya didn't know if this large man meant to be so rough with him or not, but everything that he did felt like he was overdoing it. His wrist was being held with such a grip he wanted to yell at the man, but didn't want to lose face to the onlookers. The man pulled out some handcuffs and started to put them on him, as he placed the first cuff on his wrist another man came down the stairs from the balcony.

He was the other man that was darting up the other side. He pulled from his jacket a badge, he spoke in a calm demeanor as he flashed it around, "Everyone please move back nothing to see here, just doing our job. We'll be done momentarily and you can go about your night." The large man on top of Izaya grabbed his other arm and placed the other cuff on his wrist and as he felt the clinking of the cuff go tighter he knew he was fucked.

The large man got off and stood up grabbing Izaya, pulling him by his arms that were bound behind his back. The two unknown men walked out the back door with Izaya in hand. These two men outweighed him by at least 60-80 lbs combined. He only weighed around 128 lbs. He was more of a slender build, but with quick reflexes. They were taller and bigger, they were no thugs. Both of the men wore nice tailored casual suits and were clean shaven. But average looking compared to him. Izaya said nothing until they reached their vehicle which was a very expensive looking car in the dark night.

Izaya spoke in a snarky tone, "I know I'm pretty, but you're not my type. So it'd be cool if you let me go, mums the word." He was tossed hard against the expensive car and then felt a hard slap across his face, hard enough to sting a bit. He looked at the man who slapped him and gave him a hard look. The man grabbed Izaya's jaw in a tight grip, Izaya winced, tilting his head up more to look at him, looking into Izaya's beautiful reddish brown eyes and said, "Listen up you little shit, we aren't the ones interested, if I were you.. hmmm, I take that back. I'm glad I'm not you." He smiled, "we were told to grabbed you and bring you back, that's all." Izaya was just being a brat, joking around. He never really thought they were after him for his looks. There was a slight pause in the air, "Huh? Back to where?" asked Izaya dumbfounded. He got no response.

He thought to himself who did he meet recently and nobody came to mind he usually dealt with his usual clients. The man who slapped him pulled him away from car and opened the back door and pushed him in and told him to move over more as he sat down next to him in that back seat and the other man got into the driver's seat, started the car and drove down the alley onto the main street.

"So you're definitely not the police, a fake badge?" Izaya asked hoping for an answer.

The man driving looked in to the rear view mirror at Izaya and said, "Gotta look authentic when kidnapping someone, don't want people asking questions and pissing me off." He smirked.

"Tsk", replied Izaya. He stayed quiet the rest of the time.

Izaya kept looking out the window trying to figure out where they were taking him. Him couldn't even fathom what in the hell was going on right now, and wasn't sure exactly where they were at with all the thoughts jumbling around in his over analyzing head at the moment.

After a short while the car began to slow and they turned into an underground parking garage. The car parked and driver spoke, "We're here, now get out." As he most always had to be aware of his surroundings, Izaya was slightly uneasy not knowing where he was or not recognizing the area. The man who sat next to him in the back got out and walked around the other side of the car and opened his door. He grabbed Izaya's arm and pulled him from the car.

"Come on brat" guiding him to an elevator. The man kept his grip on his arm the entire time. "You know you don't have to keep holding my arm, it's not like were on a date." Izaya said. The man replied irritated, "You seem flighty like a bird stuck in a small room, ready to escape if given the right opportunity." He pushed him in to the elevator hard and he slammed into the back wall. As Izaya looked at him pissed off for doing that, the man said to him in a joyful tone, "I might stomp on the little bird if it tries to escape, keep that in mind." Izaya swallowed hard as he looked away from the man.

The door closed and the man closest to the panel pushed the floor button. Izaya glanced over and noticed he tapped on floor 23, he then knew that he must be at some posh hotel somewhere from the count of how many floors it had. The elevator stopped and they arrived on level 23, the doors opened and they walked down the hallway. As Izaya is an observant person by nature the first thing he noticed was that there were two men standing outside this door at the end of the hall. This made him wary of what was waiting behind the door. As they approached the door, the other man who had less contact with Izaya said, "He's expecting us." One of the men in front of the door looked at Izaya and smiled, "Quite the looker, kind of young though." Izaya gave him a pissed off look.

No one was saying much for him to get a read on what was going on. They let them pass through the double doors that led to a ridiculous entry way of marble and glamour. They walked through the entrance and into a rather large living area. Izaya was pushed to his knees in the middle of the room. He looked up and out the large expansive panoramic windows trying to get a sense of where he was. In the dark of the night he could see city lights. He finally asked, "Where is this? Why am I here?" He waited for an answer from one of the two men and they said nothing as they stood at his sides. He sighed.

All of the sudden he heard a voice, a man's voice coming from behind the couch which was facing the windows, no doubt allowing the occupant the pleasure to take in the view from the comfort of the couch. The man grabbed the back of the couch and pulled himself up, yawned and tousled his bleach blonde hair. He looked over at Izaya kneeling on the floor.

"You are inside the most expensive suite at the Peninsula hotel in Tokyo."

The Peninsula Tokyo, a super luxurious grand hotel. The hotel is superbly located in the prestigious financial district of Marunouchi, opposite the Imperial Palace.

As he sat up and started walking towards Izaya, he pointed out the windows, "That over there is the Imperial Palace Gardens and over there is Hibiya Park." Izaya looked out the windows again and realized why he didn't recognized where he was at, because it was the financial district. He dealt only in Shinjuku and Ikebukuro.

Just as he turned to look back at the man he was bent down in front of him. "As for your second question" he leaned in close to Izaya breathing his hot breath into his ear as he spoke, "You are here for my amusement." He smiled and he licked the top of Izaya's ear. Izaya in fear at the moment reacted in surprise and defense. He jerked away from him, yelling "Don't touch me!"

Please Review Me. So I know that I am going in the write direction with my story and seeking motivation is always a bonus ;P

The Peninsula Tokyo (BTW: A real hotel, if you wanna get the feel/mood check it out. Of course online, unless your in Japan)

I will be adding more chapters. If you like the way I write please give me time to get my naughty thoughts in order and making sense. ;)