Why hello there, my username is NaturesShadows and I am here today to present my first Durarara story. Haha, yep, I very much enjoyed the series, and I have been debating writing a fanfiction for this anime.

On to the disclaimer:

Me: "Hmm, I'm bored. Haha, Izaya I know you love humans, and I know you don't love them personally but could you please do the disclaimer for me"

Izaya: "Why would I do that, dear Natures, it so fun to watch you squirm, and suffer."

Me: *Smile's* "Well if you don't do that I may have to make you experience extreme torture, oh and make Shizuo kiss you, we all know you'd 'hate' to do that."

Izaya: *Blushes, then coughs into his hand to hide his embarrassment* "Fine, NaturesShadows does not own Durarara!"

Me: "And..."

Izaya: *Mutters "Stupid Natures"* "But she does own the idea behind this story. There you happy now?"

Me: "Very much so, thank you Iza-chan" *Beaming smile*

It was dusk, the sun had just set below the horizon, the sky still painted in vibrant yellows, reds and pinks. Slowly the colours faded into purples and deep blue's creating a cold and somewhat lonely atmosphere in the apartment of a certain Information broker. Izaya sat at his desk typing away, clicking from tab to tab searching the web for his adored information when a sudden wave of dizziness came over him. Reaching his hand to his nose, his eyes slipped shut as he massaged the fatigue away. A sigh slowly escaped his slightly blue lips, and he shivered as the cold seeped into his bones.

Glancing at the time in the bottom hand corner of his laptop and learning it was far later then he expected with the time hitting 12:00 AM, he quickly jotted down a few notes, then closed the taps. He shut down, and gently closed the lid of the laptop, spinning in his chair to face his beloved city, looking this way and that, trying to find any signs of life on the empty streets below. Alas nothing was found. He stood, stretching his arms high, and strolled over to his couch, too tired to walk all the way up the stairs to reach his bedroom. He slumped on the cushions and tucked up like a cat, seeking his own body heat. A few minutes later his eyes gradually slipping shut as exhaustion won out.

Izaya's eyes snapped open, at the sound light footsteps outside his apartment door. He went to stand but found himself unable to do so, as another wave of vertigo hit, harder than the first, he found himself falling 'thump' to the hard floor below. His breathing coming out it ragged gasp.

'W-what's going on' he thought as his vision faded at the edges.

He closed his eyes trying to calm his breathing, after what seemed like hours he sluggishly opened them again. Feeling slightly better he forced himself to his feet and walk towards the front door, opening it and glancing down the hallway from right to left, back to right, nothing; no one was there. He pulled the handle till the door was shut, then spun on his heal walking back to the couch, only to stop halfway there when he noticed a peculiar light flash in the corner of his eye.

Izaya turned towards it and started walking, trying to pinpoint what it was. Again he saw a small glimmer of light, something was shining over near the bookshelf, and he strode forward. Reaching to the shelf he thought the object was being held, and started pulling the books off, one by one they came down. When suddenly something sharp pricked his finger and he retracted his hand like a snake, glancing down to see crimson liquid pearling at the top of his pointer finger. He raised his eyebrow, looking back up to the shelf to find a glass shard of some sort.

'What's that doing there, I don't remember having anything glass placed on this shelf' Izaya thought as he reached back up to pull the object down.

It was a shard of glass, or more precise the shard of a mirror, he flipped it over in his hand and noticed some bizarre words were written on the back. With his interest peaked he searched the shelf some more, finding numerous other shards, and a frame that was golden with intricate patterns carved into it. He got down on his hand and knees and started to arrange the shards on the ground inside the frame, there were a few pieces missing, but in his mind's eye he could make out what was written on the back. It read;

"Mirror of the lost,

The soul you keep hidden inside

Will be brought to light, you will witness

The person you refuse to be.

As he is locked within this mirror

Look at your reflection and become him

For he is you and you are him"

Izaya had to smile at that, this was an interesting prank. Yes, Izaya knew it was a prank, probably set up by Namie, for there was no way a mirror could reveal a person's soul, let alone his. He wore his mask way too good for his soul to be reflected in a stupid mirror. Even though Izaya believed all this, he still refused to turn the mirror over and glance at his image, 'just in case' he told himself. His curiosity now satisfied he got up off the cold floor, and made his way to the stairs. He was now awake enough to climb them without hurting himself and he figured he could get a few more hours of shut eye, in his big comfy bed.

Now I must apologize for fans of my other stories. I really am sorry, but I have felt quite under the weather, emotionally and physically. It's been so stressful, I couldn't even pick up a pen without cringing. So I am truly, deeply sorry to have let you guys down. I will however try to continue my stories as I hate leaving things unfinished, it just might take a while.

Thank you for reading the first chapter of Reflected hope to hear from you soon. :)