Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara!.

Note: I own Musume Nihon.

Summary: Izaya and Shizuo experience romantic friction. Musume Nihon's name translates to Daughter Japan. As it just so turns out, she's the next princess of Japan. She has recently returned to Japan from America. She had been in America since early childhood and came back to Japan to live the rest of her life. It took a lot of guts to leave her family, go against a chosen marriage to a man she didn't like and make it out on her own. Even though she's been raised in a completely different environment with a completely different lifestyle, culture and religion and her morals aren't at all the same, she respects the fact that Izaya and Shizuo are a homosexual couple. In fact, she notices the terrible heartbreak it causes for them to be apart and involves herself in their love-life mess in order to get them back together. Will she succeed, or will her life combined with theirs overwhelm her?

Ride the Wind

~ Chapter One ~

Musume Nihon walked the snowy streets alone, her breath a smoky cloud in front of her face. New flakes of snow began to shower around her. She lifted her face skyward and stared at the full moon with a sigh. Hand in the left pocket of her knee-length sailor skirt; she fiddled around with her new cell phone. What's the point in getting a new cell phone when there's no one to call?

A shadow appeared from the little bit of lights behind her. "Heh-heh. Hello there."

She stopped suddenly, irritated. Pervert! Her voice took on a saucy tone to match the sudden boil of her blood deep inside. "Look! I'm not just some runaway chick interested in your sick mind games!" She had to deal with that in America and thought that maybe things would be different if she escaped to Japan. She was sick of the way men treated her.

The man snickered. "Well, well! Looks like you're not someone I should mess around with."

Something went off inside her and she spun around with a right kick. "I warned you! Now, you've got what's coming!"

He caught her foot. "Ha-ha, nice try!"

She shoved and kicked her foot from his grasp. "Sh-Shut up, you!" Her right foot stomped the ground as her left leg swung around in a wide arc and a powerful kick. "Don't you dare even consider that this'll be easy because I look no older than ten!"

He dodged her kick. She's impulsive.

With a forward stumble, she almost fell flat on her face, but caught herself just in time.

He launched himself at her in a tackle from behind.

"Heh. Sorry, bucko." A flip onto her hands, her arms slightly bent at the elbows, her legs firm, she squeezed her stomach muscles and allowed her body to bend to her will. "YAAAAAAA!" Her legs shoved through the frigid air and towards his chin. Her feet hit his chin.

"Ouch!"

Closer to him, she bent her legs and pulled herself in at the waist as she aimed lower. "HIIIIYAAAAAA!" Once more, her legs shoved through the frigid air, but at his sensitive area this time.

He caught her feet and shoved them away from his private area. "Phew!" That was a close one!

"AHHHHH!" On the ground, she glared up at him. "Don't count your chickens before they hatch!" She swung back up onto her hands and came at him with a spin kick. "EEEEEYAAAA!"

He struggled to block her. "Jeez, you never quit, do you?"

She continued to spin kick. "You should've just kept on walking!"

He caught her legs and held them tightly together. "Alright. That's enough."

Jaw tight, she gritted her teeth in a struggle to free her legs from his grasp. "Errrgh! L-Let me go!" Inside her chest, her heart pounded. No! What's he going to do to me? She wrapped her arms around his legs in an attempt to knock him down. "Jerk!" Okay. Why doesn't my weight knock him over?

Shizuo chastised his lover. "Oh, just let her go! It's not worth the fight!" Kono yaro!

Izaya stared at his lover with extreme displeasure. "Shizuo!" Baka yaro!

Musume Nihon glared at them both. "I'll take my leave, then." Kuzo! What the heck is up with this? She turned her back to them and began to walk off.

"Ah, hold it, now." Izaya called after her in his dark, manly voice.

She stopped and spun around. "RAAAAUGH, what is it, now?"

He approached her, stopped in front of her, reached out and placed one hand upon each shoulder. A grin spread along his lips. "Heh-heh! I know who you are."

Intense chills chased along her spine and she gasped a shudder. This guy! Just who is he? Beneath his hands, she shrugged and with the shake of her head, she stared at him with a storm in her eyes. "Uh-uh! No! You don't touch me! Ever!"

His hands slid from her shoulders. "Okay, fine." If I don't gain her trust, she'll never confirm anything.

A finger pointed in his face, she practically shrieked at him. "Okay, look! I don't even know you!" For all I know, he stalks me and he's a serial rapist, or a serial murderer, or both! "Watch it, bucko!"

Shizuo wrapped his arms around her waist, swept her up off her feet and swung her over his right shoulder. "Enough, princess." He discovered who she was through research and Izaya, who had discovered who she was through research. The reason he took part in research is because he knew Izaya took part in research and he suspected something bad would go down with the next princess of Japan if he didn't intervene. He found out just how selfish Izaya could be at times because he wanted his way, or no way. This is exactly why he decided to take a break from him for a bit. Whether people feared or loved Shizuo, he still had a good heart deep down.

As soon as she felt his hand touch her hind end, she shrieked at him and pounded her fists into his back. "Get your hand off my butt this instant, you perv!"

He sighed and rolled his eyes. Why do I feel like a need a cigarette? Lately, Shizuo had tried not to smoke. It caused him agony, but he found himself never to give up. Though, he feared Musume Nihon would cause him to start again. "Please, calm down."

Terrified, she began to whimper. "Please, I beg you, don't hurt me." These men are bigger and stronger than me.

Shizuo gently steadied her upon the ground beside him. "Oh. Gomennasai. We didn't mean to startle you. We're not here to harm you. In fact, we did some research and hacked into some accounts and files. Wirelessly, we've hacked into your cell phone and tracked you down. I know that we've invaded your privacy and broken the law, but you'll have to forgive us. If you don't trust us, I understand. However, you must go back to America. At least, you're protected from assassins in America. Assassins would find you easier if you were to relocate yourself here in Japan. Without protection, there's a slim to none chance you'll survive an attack."

She huffed and puffed at him. "GRRRAAARRR! I'm sick of this! I never asked to be the next princess of Japan!"

Shizuo quickly clapped his hands over her mouth. "You will hold your tongue!"

Don't make me bite you! Aggravated, she struggled not to bite him.

Izaya grinned from ear-to-ear. "Well, now. Aren't we full of energy."

Her entire face flushed crimson and she mumbled muffled words beneath Shizuo's hands. "Mff-fff-ff-ff!"

Shizuo gave Izaya a disappointed look. "Oh, tsk, tsk, Izaya. You ought to know better than to instigate." How old are we?