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I've written two one shots; one from the POV of Izaya and the other Shizuo. I was planning to take this somewhere and I might eventually, but I haven't had any inspiration recently. However, I like both of them as introductory peices, so here they are :]

My name is Orihara Izaya, I run this town.

Police sirens echo through Ikebukuro. A sound one gets used to in a place like this. Blue and red, interchanging lights bouncing off dark windows off office and shop windows as the cars screech around corners; obvilious to the excited observation.

I watched from my office window, a view that scanned most of the district. I couldn't help but feel exhilirated and felt myself grin hysterically. "Gotcha' againnnn, Shizuo-kun." I spoke aloud, unable to keep the conversation in my own mind. The thought of Shizuo being arrested for the third time that month was especially comforting. I might actually walk through Ikebukuro without being attacked by various juice machines.

Once all sounds and sights had disappeared, I sunk back into the leather chair which accommodated me in the late hours. I swivveled to face the monitor, apparently still logged into the chatroom. I peered closer, scanning the current conversation topic.

Setton: I've heard rumours of a new Coroparation, they say they've bought out several of the major computing businesses in Japan.

Tanaka Taro: A new Corporation?

Setton: Mm. I don't know what they're calling themselves, not a lot is known.

I smirked, I couldn't resist a good gossip. My fingers tapped expertly at the keyboard.

Kanra: I've heard a few things around, that this new group are calling themselves 'Red Sky'.

Setton: Red Sky?

Kanra: It seems they're experts in technology. They even have the Government on the run around.

Setton: What do they want in Ikebukuro?

Kanra: Who knows?

Tankara Taro has logged out.

I sat back in my chair, leaning back until it reclined. I turned back to the window, grabbing a cigarette from it's carton and drawing it to my lips.

Red Sky..

I exhaled the smoke, leaving the chemical taste on my tongue. It must've been late as I squinted past my own reflection in the window, to see beyond. The city never slept. The people always changed. I love the thought of being able to crush a human's emotions. I find their pain and suffering to be a thing of beauty and honesty. But, most of all, I love to make them see the error of their pathetic lives. The arrogance, the sincerity and the downright ignorance to everything. Emotions always ruled motive.

But not my motive.

After a breif ponder, I turned back to the monitor. Ignoring the chat from before and began to viciously attack the keyboard, in search of information.

That's my job, after all.

Let me know what you think!