Death iN Turn

Chapter One: The Stranger

The shadows danced under the street lights as the stranger walks alone in the emptied streets, moving casually under each lamp, head ducked underneath the black hood that had a single red strip down the strangers right sleeve. The figure was hunched low, looking down at its own feet, black cargo pants tucked deep into its calf high, laced up boots as it walked. Its hands tucked deeply in the front pocket of the hoodie, balled up into fists, tense and slightly shaking.

The world around it dark and cold, but this stranger didn't care. Didn't care in the least bit.

The Stranger continued to walk lifting its head once in awhile, remembering the area from when it last visited ten years ago. Its walk brought it to a bridge where the stranger stopped in its silent trudge, turning its body so it was facing the water. It lifted its head, hood still placed tightly against its head.

What is revealed is a human like face covered in bandages, only part of the face that was showing was its heavily scared eye that looked over the water lazily, its blackness that should be the white part of the eye drrank in the darkness of the water; the white pupil swiveled ever so often to watch a slight shift of the water from either a bug perching on the water's surface or a fish feasting on a bug that was foolish enough to do so.

Now the only question that should be asked from this visitor was why had it finally decided to come back to the City called Ikebukuro, and what's its intent in visiting once more?

Shizuo sighed heavily as he walked through the streets, the sun shining bright against his shaggy blonde hair and through his thin sunglasses. He swore slightly to himself realizing how pathetically stupid these glasses were. Weren't they supposed to protect his eyes from the sun? Shows how cheap they were, next time he wasn't going to buy his next pair a gas station or a grocery store.

Everyone seemed to be staring at him; it was annoying the hell out of him. The women were giving him love stricken, can't live without him stares, and the men seemed to be scared of him, making sure they didn't dare touch him in any way as he passed. He didn't give a damn if they were trying to avoid him, he just cared that they were staring at him, looking at him and taunting him. He grabbed his glasses off the bridge of his slender noise and began to open his mouth to say something, but as he opened his eyes to look at all the bastards around him that's when he saw him.

"IZAYA!" Shizuo yelled, sprinting towards the guy he hated with all his might, arms swinging wildly at his side; eyes glaring daggers at the guy who always seemed to piss him off every time his scrawny, fake ass of a face shows up in a mile of where he's at.

Izaya looked over to where his name was called, eyes going wide for a split second before he smiles his lazy yet fake-ass of a smile at Shizuo. He reaches into his pocket and brings out a knife and casually let it hang at his side, palm facing outward, left hand placed on his hip.

"I'm GOING TO KILL YOU!" Shizuo yelled once more, only mere inches away from Izaya. Once close enough, Shizuo swung his arm back along with his body and brought all his strength forward, the momentum made his left leg slightly lift, but Izaya ducked at the last minute and Shizuo smashed his fist into the wall of the building behind him making it crumble into rubble beneath his feet. Shizuo turned sharply on his heels and glared over at Izaya who was running across the street and down an alleyway. He spits at the ground, "Not this time," he said through gritted teeth. He took off after the ebony colored hair boy, his eyes narrowed in on the running figure.

Izaya ran through the alleyway and to another busy street where he runs across with ease from traffic. He turned around to look at Shizuo but was surprised to see that he already had a lamppost already in one hand, his body positioned like a baseball player. His left foot was ahead of the right and his body was slightly bent back as his right arm that was originally behind his body with the lamppost tightly in his grasp was already halfway through the swing, the lamppost then flying through the air aimed at Izaya.

"Shit!" Izaya said flying forward and hitting the ground hard, the lamppost grazing the hairs on his head. The lamppost went flying through the air and through the streets towards incoming traffic of people's fragile bodies.

"Fuck!" Shizuo yelled, mostly to himself as he watched the lamppost fly at incoming people. "GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY!" He screams for everyone to hear, his arm swinging across his body. People looked up just in time to see the lamppost flying at them. They ducked, fell, and flung themselves out of the way screaming as they did so.

Except for one.

Shizuo saw it all in slow motion, remembering the last time he hurt innocent people because of his anger. The person didn't see the lamppost in the least bit due to the fact the dumbass had a hoodie over his head and was staring at the ground as he walked. Shizuo couldn't believe that he didn't hear the other people screaming, who out of their right mind wouldn't look up? He opened his mouth to yell at the dipshit but everything was moving to slow for his liking, the lamppost moving faster than him.

The last second, the dumbass stopped walking, straightened up and turned his body toward the flying object. Shizuo eyes grew wide not believing what he saw. At first, he just saw the lamppost suddenly stopping in midflight and falling to the ground like it hit some invisible force field. Then his eyes made contact with an inhuman black one when he looked up at a person he never seen before in his life. The eye was wide; the white pupil lay steadily in the middle of a black sea of what should be the white part of an eye. The eyes was surrounded by severely scared skin, so scared that you can't even tell what color the person skin color was. His face covered in bandages, not even leaving a hold for the mouth or noise to breath properly.

But as soon as it happened the stranger looked back down at his feet and continued to walk like nothing happened.

"What the hell?" Shizuo said to himself as he watched him walk away, then he remember Izaya. He looked to where he was at last to find him not to be there anymore. Shizuo swore and kicked the ground. "Damn it, he got away again!"

Shizuo scuffed more but he couldn't help but look back at where he saw the stranger last. He must have disappeared through the crowd at some time. Shizuo shook his head and turned around and stuffed his hands into his pocket. He brought his right hand back out with a cigarette package in hand and lit a cigarette taking a long drag off it. "Stupid bastard." He kept on replaying the event he just witnessed. How the hell did that guy stop the lamppost without lifting a finger?

Shizuo shoved his right hand into his pocket and walked away with a pissed off expression. Right now he doesn't care what the hell just happened, he was just pissed off the he lost Izaya yet again and blamed the stranger for distracting him. If he didn't look so weird then maybe he wouldn't have drawn his attention for that long.

(This is my first Durarara fanfic. I'm not one to put an OC in such a new anime until I see the last episode. I hate doing it just in case someone dies, etc. You know how it is. I ALWAYS make my first chapter around 500-1000 words longs, extremely short for my standards. I'm also the type of person who can get bored of a story when I don't get a lot of feedback. Just how I am; So review and if I make another chapter which can happen either tomorrow or the next day depending on you guys, I promise it will be 3000 words at the least. My average is around 4000-4500 words. REVIEW! I am evil Muwahahahahahahahaha!

Also, THE NAME IS NOT A MISTAKE! I mean to put Death iN Turn with a lower case i and an upper case N. Also, this chapter is meant to be fast paced, if you want me too I can slow it down for you.)