Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara, Shizuo Heiwajima, or Izaya Orihara. The only thing I own in this fanfiction is my OC, Melody.

"Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit..."

"Shizuo! Shizuo, wait!" A young woman with long black hair ran to keep up with the blond-haired man who, currently, was... well...

Pissed off.

Izaya Orihara had just gotten away, when he was so sure today was the day he'd finally kill the bastard. Finally get him out of his hair forever, keep him from interfering with his, or anyone elses', life ever again. But he got distracted by the young woman, who had been telling the two to stop fighting the entire time, when Izaya had thrown his knife at her.

It wasn't like this young woman was some complete stranger who wanted to end a fraction of the violence in Ikebukuro. They had met about three months before then, and she would walk with him whenever he wasn't at work. He'd often go to Russia Sushi simply because he knew she'd be there. She was someone he knew and, honestly, cared for deeply. Though, he'd never in his life tell her that. Regardless of it was because he knew she would reject him or that Izaya would find out and use it against him.

It didn't matter.

What mattered was that he was angry, lost in a rage as he faced his internal struggle and hatred towards Izaya. Continue on with the life he's known and grown accustomed to, or take a risk and try to create a new one. He honestly hated being alone all of the time, but, what could he do? He was the Monsterous Beast, the Fortissimo of Ikebukuro. Nearly everyone feared him. He was infamous for his temper and brute strength.

So, the reason why a small, fragile woman like her was following him around was beyond him...

"Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit-" he practically chanted curses over and over, as if it were the only thing making him keep under control.

He turned and smashed his fist into a vending machine, creating a huge dent in its side and sending the glass front shattering onto the pavement. His knuckles bled from the impact and the glass, but he hardly noticed. He hadn't felt it at all. The machine fell as he kicked it, hard, sending it sliding into another one, destroying both. She finally caught up to him, panting slightly, as she glanced worriedly at his bleeding hand.

"Sh-Shizuo, you hurt your hand... Here, l-let me..." She trailed off as she reached into her small bag she carried with her, pulling out some bandages. She took his hand in hers and carefully and slowly wrapped up his hand, being gentle despite the fact that he still couldn't feel it. When she was done he yanked his hand away from hers, glaring down at his now bandaged hand.

It didn't make sense to him. Why did she bother when she knew he'd heal in a couple days anyway? Why be so nice to him, of all people, a monster? He turned to look at her, and she flinched under his glare. Inwardly he cursed,

'I don't want you to be afraid of me...'

"Wh-what is it...?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly. He grabbed her wrist and started to pull her with him, heading back to his apartment. One could only imagine the looks he was getting right then. It probably looked like he was taking her somewhere to do... God knows what... to her. He hadn't realized that he was starting to increase his pace, and he was practically dragging her behind him.

"Shizuo... Sh-Shizuo, that h-hurts..." He stopped and let go of her wrist, cursing to himself.

"Sorry..." They were in front of his apartment building now, so he decided to walk in himself. Whether she followed or not... He couldn't say he didn't care, but he wasn't going to force her. As he unlocked the door of his apartment and stepped in, he turned and saw that she was right behind him, and he closed the door. After it was locked, he sighed.

"Why..."

"... Huh? Why what?" she asked, slightly confused. He growled and his voice raised slightly.

"Why the hell do you always stick around?" He knew that probably sounded mean, but he didn't know how else to say it. "I mean... You know what I'm capable of. You've seen my power. So... why are you still hanging around? Why the hell aren't you scared?" Silence met his question and, for a moment, he was afraid she'd left. When he finally turned to look at her, however, his chest tightened as soon as he saw the look on her face.

She was smiling warmly at him.

"You dummy..." She sniffed quietly as her eyes began to tear up, and she moved forward and hugged him around the neck, pulling him down so that his head rested on her shoulder. His heart lept in his chest, his breath catching slightly as a light blush rose to his cheeks. "I could never be afraid of you, Shizuo... I love you too much to be chased off so easily."

As soon as she said those words, he felt his anger fade. As soon as she touched him, even. Izaya Orihara was the furthest thing from his mind at that moment. He didn't care about anything else right then, except for the woman in front of him. The only woman- no, the only person, besides Kasuka, to ever love him as he was. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, being careful not to crush her. She terrified him, to be honest, like she was a delicate porceline doll that would shatter if he wasn't cautious. She nuzzled her cheek against his neck and he shuddered slightly, standing up straight so that he was holding her off the ground in his arms.

"I love you, too..." He could feel her breath catch and her face heat up as a dark blush flooded it. He inwardly smirked, 'She's kinda cute the way she gets so flustered...' But he couldn't really talk, because he knew for a fact that he was blushing as well, though only half as badly. He pulled back slightly, just enough to get a good look at her face. Her eyes were looking into his deeply, as they always did. Seeing who he was instead of 'what' he was. Without thinking, his body moved on his own and, for once, he didn't mind being a little out of control.

Especially as he felt his lips brush gently against hers.

The softness of it surprised him at first; he didn't think his body was capable of being so gentle... He carried her over to his couch where he sat down, holding her in his arms securely. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her to him, while his hand of the other busied itself by running through her soft, silky black hair.

"I knew you could do it..." He looked down at her, confused, and was met with another gentle kiss on the lips. She smiled. "You have such a gentle heart, Shizuo... That's why I'm not afraid of you. And why I love you..." He smiled in return and leaned his head back against the back of the couch, his eyes closing as he drifted off into the most peaceful sleep of his life...

Thank you for reading the very first chapter! So far, this has been surprisingly easy to write- I hope I didn't end up making Shizuo to OOC, though. That's the only thing that has me worried, at this point...

As a word of caution, the next chapter is M rated and has sexual themes and activities. If you want to skip that chapter, then feel free, because it doesn't necessarily take away understanding from the story for future events.

Well, anyway, please leave me a review to tell me how I did. Thanks!