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Ratings might change in the future chapter. :3


In the night of Ikebukuro, the shimmering moon has already reached its utmost peak basking the earth with its evening glows forming lights and shadows as far as it reaches. And yet, miscellaneous type of people are still scattering thoughout the busy city. Teenagers waltzing about the streets with their electronical devices on their hands, businessmen and women hurried their walks towards God-knows-where, and normal citizens strolling down the pavements.

On a certain part of the city, one can venture into the street full of beautifully decorated neon lights diverse into different types of colours, shops and stalls are still operating as lively as usual. At the end of that certain street however, lies a club where grandly stylish men gathered, adorn with handsome features. A lively chatters were heard from inside the club, most likely coming from the group of females swarming the young man don in a pure white suit, stripes of fuchsia and black on his collared shirt underneath laced with a black tie, and a swift of his charming good-looks.

"I'm sorry, dear ladies~ But unfortunately, your time is up with me." The charming male winked.

"Ehhhhh~ No wayyyyy~" the ladies pouted, wanting more of the blond haired stud.

"Looks like our destiny ends here, my lovelies."

Not long after, the women were escorted to leave as their payments were done, waving a final goodbye towards the blond.


"Yo Heiwajima, thanks for your hard work." One of the staff applauded.

"Yeah, sure. It was nothing." I sighed. Seriously, all those screaming and squealing, my ears are gonna bleed if this keeps up.

As you can see, girls flaunt over me. I have a typical blond hair and guess what? My eyes are magenta. Let me rephrase that again; MA-GEN-TA. Magen-fucking-ta. Who any other people have eyes like mine? No one, I'm sure. And don't ask me why I have these eye colour. My mom probably ate something to fucked up her DNA for all I know.

Basically, I'm a real drop-dead gorgeous guy. That's why, if your little brain haven't figure it out yet, I'm currently working as a host. It's not praise-worthy of a job, but I get a really high pay so I'm not complaining. And why am I talking alone? Oh yeah, just so you know, my name is…

"Hey Heiwajima!" Dude, don't interrupt my narrations. "You've been requested!"

"What? So soon? By whom?" Popularity is such a bitch.

"It's a male. Make sure to make him happy because he's a special guest, the boss said." The talking host's movement was all jittery.

"Oh really? Okay then, I'm on it." This guy needs to chill out. This is why you're one of the bottom, girls don't dig coward men.

But I'm curious, just who requested me? Even the boss said he was a 'special guest', probably some big shots. But a guy? There's approximately next to none males come here to the host club. Not that I mind, I'm bisexual after all. Girls boring me sometimes, you know? But anyway, let's see here… Table number 5, was it? Ah, I see it. A raven haired, huh? Just my type, I'm liking it already. Time to put my business smile on.

"Good evening, thank you requesting me. I'm-" I paused, my eyes widen looking at the person sitting on the leather sofa.

"Hello there. Long time no see, Delic-kun." A wide grin spread on said person's face.

Eh? Wait… Wait a minute… Isn't this..?

"…Izaya-kun…?" For the first time since the day I've worked as a host, I choked.

"Hey hey, don't look so surprise." The sitting male spoke, letting out a couple of chuckles. " I thought you're suppose to entertain me here?"

"Huh? O-oh yeah…" Damn it, man. Get it together! " I humbly apologise for my rudeness. I'm Heiwajima Delic, at your service."

"That's more like it." The male snickered.

This guy… showing up so suddenly like that, of course I was dumbstruck. I almost lost my cool there for a second. To boot, he's one of the few I'm not really comfortable dealing with.

As I take my sit, I noticed the people in my surrounding, both male and female, were awestruck and fidgeting like crazy. Even the boss nervously came out from his office to observe us from afar, which I can understand why though.

Looking at him; Lithe, thin body clad in a dark coat with beige coloured frilly fur-trimmed at the tip covering those small firm arms, a long licorice sleeve shirt tucked inside the black jeans of that suave waist, it was a simple yet elegant appeal. Plus, a short silky ebony hair that gleams under the piercing lit room, with pale smooth skin followed by pinkish small lips. Above all, those scarlet burning orbs that gaze at you, melts you up, immensely.

To sum it up, even I have to admit that he's extremely stunning and attractive.

"What can I do you for, Izaya-kun?" I said, ready to open a bottle of wine for the lithe figure.

"Ah no. There's no need for that." He waved his hand. "I don't want to drink something that damages my immune system, you see."

Did he just say, 'damages my immune system'…?

…Yeah… Did I ever mention that I actually dislike the raven haired male? A lot, actually.

"What?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"I just wanted to talk for a short while, is all. Since I have another appointment to attend to later on." His eyes narrowed, lips curving upwards fiendly.

Shit hole. It's hard to put on a professional smile at him without being intimidated. Those cold icy red eyes staring at you like it's taunting and ridicule you, like he could see everything inside of you, controlling your mind, and that smile that shows mockery and confidence that could even make the fiercest human alive cower in terror in front of this man.

Though that can be a slight understatement when there's this one man I know whom never wavered his resolution looking straight into the cold eyes, even to the point of wanting to kill him.

"But Izaya-kun..." I rebutted.

"You don't have to worry. I've already done my full payment with your boss." He chuckled wickedly.

Just when he said that, I instantaneously turned around to look at the boss. The second he saw me, he quickly hid behind the wall, animatedly whistling and roaming his eyes elsewhere. Ah, now I understand. I thought it was weird how the boss was acting so abnormally edgy. The little imp probably got some dirt on him. And now I'm the one who has to deal with it, how brilliant.

"So, what do you want?" My face deadpanned, leaning back on the sofa while crossing my arms. Since he already 'paid', there was no point in me having to put on a fake smile right? It's not like I'm getting any tips from this, so screw it.

There was a moment of silence before the raven spoke:

"I actually have a favor to ask of you." His head tilted slightly, eyes flashing.

Oh? Well, that perked my interest up a bit. It's not an everyday occurrence when the information broker himself asks others' for a favor, after all.

"I'm listening." I said, anticipating his next words.

"I want you to work for me for a while, Delic-kun."

Now, if I had something to drink just now, I'd probably choke myself to death. Instead, I just blinked. Once, twice, third time. Did I really hear that right?

"Huh? What was that?" I was genuinely caught surprise.

"Of course, I'll pay you full charge." He sighed happily , throwing his arms in the air somehow oblivious at how silly he looked doing that.

"Huh…? Wait…wait…. Wait! WAITTT!" I flailed my hands frantically, failing to understand the situation.

I deeply inhale, caught my breathing for a while when my eyes once again set on the figure sitting next to me. Is this guy for real? I mean, what about my jo-

"The boss even agreed to dismiss you from work for a while so long as you're with me, so you still get to keep your job after I'm done with you. What do you got to lose, right?"

Oh good. He can read minds now. And you asshole old geezer of a boss, succumbed to blackmails so easily like that. I'm thoroughly ashamed. But seriously, this person is giving me a hard time here.

"Yeah, but I can't just..."

"Rest assure, you're still getting your pay like you usually do as a host. Actually, two times your pay." He mused. I swear, smirking that widely should be against the law.

But ahhh, that sounds really tempting... Though he's right. The boss doesn't mind, seeing as he doesn't have a choice really, and I can earn my salary, double the amount too! I curse my gold-digging habit…

….

….

..Damn it all to hell...

"Okay... Fine!" I facepalmed myself in defeat, crease formed on the bridge of my nose. "Just as long as you pay me."

"Good answer." the ebony purred. "Meet me at my place tomorrow morning at 10."

He then stood up placing his hands in his coat's pockets, winked at the boss, whom was very anxious, and walked away, laughing.

I watched sighing in exhaustion, comtemplating whether I've just made the right or wrong decision as he leaves the front door like a glorious bastard.

That night I declared, one does not simply win against Orihara Izaya.


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