Are You Up For the Challenge?

Durarara! fan fic.

Summary: "Great, Izaya, now she hates both of us." Izaya is caught in a mess of unknown feelings. When gets in the way of Shizuo and his feelings, an all out war breaks out. A challenge, Izaya says. One in which they will go to extreme measures to win the prize.

Author's note: I know it's no good of me starting another story while in the middle of two others... :shame:This is a request. It will be four or five chapters long. They're teenagers, yes. I have only seen about two episodes of Durarara!(I still plan to continue it)therefore, this story will be out of character more times than in character. Another character has been added in here. An OC(that I just put a name to) will be 'Akaira.' If it has anything to do with Durarara! it is pure coincidence. Here you go, Ruth. Rated T, just how you like it. Don't forget, it may stretch. I would also like your feedback. Enjoy.

Edit: I changed the girls name to Akaira. Just an 'a', because I kept saying Akira like Akaira.

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"May I have the check please, sir?"

"Certainly." Shizuo wadded back behind the closed doors of the customers and sat the pile of dishes he was holding in the sink.

"Scrape those off first!" on of the dish-washers yelled.

"Yeah, yeah." Shizuo gave him the bird as he walked out and got the check. "Is there anything else? Last minute refills for the kids?" He asked when he handed the check to the customer.

"No, thanks. We'll be going now."

"Sign at the front desk, sir. I hope you enjoyed your meal." He walked tiredly to the next table. "Welcome. My name is Shizuo, I'll be your waiter for this lovely evening. What can I get you tonight?" He took out his notepad and looked at the little kids at the table with the adults.

"Mama, he's gots yellow hairs!"

Shizuo smiled politely and wrote down their order of drinks. This was going to be a long night.

By the time Shizuo got home, groceries were neatly placed in his cabinets and cupboards.

"Geez..." His parents went a little overboard with the groceries this time. He took out a bag of potato chips—the real kind—sat on the couch in the living room and watched t.v. The news was on.

"...Killed her millionaire husband. We are—" And he tuned it out. You see, there was this girl... Okay, hey now! He actually is looking to impress her. He'd admit it to whoever asks...

...well, except for her herself.

But, that's beside the point.

He sighed. 'Why would she go out with a waiter?' He kicked himself. "Self-pity is not attractive!" He shouted to himself. It was his new 'motto'. He heard the echo in his empty apartment.

Who was he kidding?

"I should shine with confidence! Bathe in it at night! Put it in my coffee! Confidence, confidence, confidence!" He pulled a warrior pose for a good ten seconds, to soak it in, before he broke down again. "...I'm such a loser..." He sat back down on the couch and turned his attention back to the t.v.

"...comes back after another back injury tonight to play in the playoffs. Now, the Lakers..."

He was too jittery to hear anything of the Lakers. Shizuo went into his kitchen and conveniently made coffee. Put it in my coffee. He chanted his mantra the whole time in his head. The ding of the coffee being done made him jump into action.

"Akaira, here I come!"

He's never felt this way before. Never. Not even when IM-ing that one human and 'feeling connected' with her. So why was it that he was sitting at that small café, sipping on hot chocolate, eying her?

Just an experiment, duh.

It didn't help the fact that his rival worked there most of the time. Today was just an exception; he had left early.

"Why, this is good cocoa," he idly commented, pushing dark hair out of his face. He should get a haircut. "Think I'll pass." he said to no one in particular.

'What should I do?' he would ask himself every time he saw her. His thoughts were pushed back as said person approached his table.

"It's my break, Izaya!" the woman shouted when she saw Izaya was giving him a disapproving look. She took a seat across from him and gasped. "Orihara the Great is having—what? Hot cocoa?—in a low class café like this? The shame!" she teased.

"Pssht," Izaya scoffed, "It's only low-class when that scum of a friend of yours works here." Izaya said, matter-of-factually.

"But," the woman said innocently, "you don't have a job here,"

"That doesn't make sense!"

The girl laughed and shouted, "Coming!" when the boss called her off her break. "It doesn't have to make sense, Izaya, 'cause I said so." She turned to head back and the boss shouted again with emphasis when she moved too slow.

"Akaira!"

Author's Note: How did you like it? It's a very short beginning, yes. I don't know if I will continue with or without reviews, but yeah. Either way, I hope you enjoyed.