AN: hi there, and welcome to Permanent Vacation! I would like to say first that I sadly do not own Durarara!, or anything related to it, I do however own Valeriya Wilson, who is my oc, and Fitz belongs to my best friend and beta reader, without whom, this story would be nothing. I apologize in advance if the story is too long, and if any of the characters are ooc, I tried to stick to each of them strictly, but sometimes it's not easy! I also apologize if it seems like Shizuo and Izaya aren't in it a lot, they may not come in until late in this chapter, but I promise, there is so much more of them to come! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the first chapter! Thanks for taking a look and remember to leave me a review!

Thanks, and thanks again!

-Miss Echo

Two figures made their way down a crowded Ikebukuro street. Two best friends, Valeriya Wilson and Fitz Deveraux were on the third day of their vacation in Japan. So far it had been a pretty boring one. It had been one of Valeriyas ideas to come to Japan after they finished their finals for Cambridge. Just one last hooraw for them, before their adult lives started. She'd also suggested it to help Fitz get over a bad break up he was still down over. Even though he didn't want to admit it Valeriya could tell just how down he was about it. Every time she'd glance over to him without him spotting her he was either looking at the ground or off in the distance blankly. It wasn't easy to see her best friend so down, Valeriya knew she needed to do something.

"Come on Fitz, I need a drink." She said, and grabbed his hand, dragging him into a bar just around the corner. Valeriya sat down at a table, Fitz sitting across from her crossing his arms and looking a little sour.

Before Valeriya could ask what was wrong a waiter appeared at their table, notepad in hand.

"Hello, I'm Toshi, what can I get you two tonight?" The young man asked with a smile.

"Um, I think I'll have a bloody Mary please." Valeriya said returning the smile. "What about you Fitz?" She asked, setting down the menu the waiter had handed her.

"You know I don't like drinking Valeriya." Fitz said, in an annoyed tone. He paused looking at the table. "Just bring me a Sprite please." He said finally.

"Alright, I'll just need to see your Ids please." The waiter said holding his hand out.

"Right, Right!" Valeriya said cheerfully reached into her Gucci purse for the leather Prada wallet. Fitz pulled his own wallet out of his back pocket without a word.

They both handed their Ids to the waiter who took them and examined them for a moment. He eyed Fitz.

"You're twenty three?" He asked clearly not believing Fitz's card. Fitz did look young. Younger than Valeriya, the irony being that he was actually older than her.

"Yes. I was born in 1988. I even have my passport if you want to look at that too." Fitz said sounding even more annoyed than when he spoke to Valeriya.

"No that won't be necessary." The waiter said taken aback by the venom in Fitz's tone. Valeriya couldn't help but laugh as the waiter handed their cards back. Fitz didn't really get mad often, so it was funny to see when he did, well when it wasn't aimed at her anyway.

Valeriya took a moment to look at her Id before putting it back in her wallet, and her wallet back in her purse.

"Oh come on Fitz, we took this trip to have fun, live a little, have some wine or something!" She said, her Italian accent swaying the words with delight.

"I don't drink Valeriya, but I'm aware that this trip is for fun. I've been having fun, but I don't like bars. Even when I'm not in a foul mood." He said his own accent making it sound much more sophisticated. In counter point to Valeriya's cheeky sounding accent Fitz had a mild Scottish accent, blended with an English accent. They'd met through some friends who had betrayed them both in younger years. Fitz was born in Scotland and had lived part of his life there, and the rest in England with his father, hence the blending. It worked to his advantage, even on the rare cases when he didn't know what he was talking about, with his accent he sounded like he did. Valeriya had been born and raised in Italy and had the passionate accent of a pure breed Italian. Their Friendship had been hard for awhile, all they could do was Skype with each other. When college rolled around, they both sent their transcripts into the famous Cambridge University. Of course both of them had grades in the top percentile of their class, so they got in with little trouble. She studying Psychology, and he Philosophy. They shared a small two bedroom apartment as roommates.

Valeriya leaned forward, setting her right elbow on the table, and resting her hand in her palm.

Sighing, She asked him the question She'd been trying to ask all day.

"Fitz, are you still down about Ben?" Ben was Fitz's ex boyfriend. At first, the young Englishman seemed charming, and sweet, but as time went on, it had turned out that he was cheating on Fitz with a girl his father had picked out for him. This had broken Fitz's heart. He thought that it was a serious relationship, but it had crumbled so quickly. Valeriya herself had just ended a relationship as well. The man she'd been seeing was just too much of a player. Valeriya hated 'Players'. She just wasn't the type that usually mourned for days on end about her breakups, she just tended to move on with her life, but Fitz couldn't seem to move on very well. On the other side of the planet Fitz was still thinking about that two faced ass.

"Yes, I just can't seem to push the simple thoughts and memories from my mind, I don't understand why I can't just forget about him." Fitz said, sadness creeping into his voice as he looked to the table.

Valeriya sighed, looking at him sadly. She knew that even though Fitz didn't often show it, when he cared about someone he cared deeply, and for Ben to have just trampled that, it broke her heart just as much as it had broken his.

"Fitz, you know why you can't just forget, you thought you loved him, and hell, you probably truly do, but he doesn't deserve you. What did you tell me? I quote 'he is just a player, and you are too good to be his play thing'. I think that goes for you too mister. He was a player, maybe not as big as my Ex, but still he was playing the field when he had a star player." Valeriya said trying to make Fitz smile using a horrible metaphor.

"But I need to get rid of this absurd feeling of love, and leave it be. Forget about him, maybe just erase him completely." Fitz said looking up, not responding to the bad joke.

Valeriya relaxed back into the booth, and reclined crossing her arms. "Fitz, we're human, we can't just get rid of our love for someone, or just erase them, it will always be there, and now, it hurts, it's an open wound, and you don't want to touch it, but you'll find someone so much better for you, and the scar from that wound will close and you'll forget all about what's his name. Besides you know I'll be here for you the whole way." Valeriya said giving him a sincere smile. "I'm Italian; if there's one thing we know how to talk about, its love."

"I guess you're right, all this will take is time. I think I'll stay single for a while, to regain my composure and strength, and unwind, let my mind settle." He said quietly.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." Valeriya's smile broadened. The young man who had taken their orders returned once again, and set a red drink in front of Valeriya, and a clear soda in front of Fitz.

"If that's everything was this going to be together or separate." He asked holding a slip, clearly the check.

"Separ-" Fitz began but was cut off by Valeriya.

"Together." She said pulling her wallet out once more and paying him, keeping the slip as a receipt. Placing the wallet and its contents back into her purse, She plucked the celery stick from the glass and ate it, smiling at Fitz. "The least I can do for dragging you here is pay for your soda."

"Yeah it is." Fitz said. Even if it sounded cold Valeriya could tell he was joking with her as he often did.

"So, what fun things should we do tomorrow, we've got another week and a half here in Japan, and so many things to do!" She said, happy to see him cheered up even a little.

Fitz just shrugged however. "Whatever you want is fine." He said pulling a book out of his bag and beginning to read. Valeriya tilted her head to read the title on the spine. Fitz sometimes read the weirdest things. This time some book by some guy called Howard Zinn.

"A People's History of American Empire? You aren't even from America." Valeriya said slightly confused. Though Fitz didn't answer he just shrugged, and kept reading. Valeriya gave up and just started looking around the bar.

They sat in silence for another few minutes, and within that time, Valeriya's drink had vanished. taking another sip on the straw, and feeling nothing meet her lips, She stared longingly into the large glass, finding nothing. Out of drink, and energy, she set the glass back in its spot on the wooden table, and looked out the window. It seemed so quiet, people on their daily routines home, after a long day at work, others going for walks, just generally getting exercise. There were groups of kids, taking and laughing on their way. Then, through the calm came flying a convenience store trash can, which collided with a tall man in a black coat who was talking to three younger kids.

Fitz! Oh my god! I just saw a flying trash can hit a guy, Come on lets go check it out!" Valeriya exclaimed jumping to her feet. She was always interested in some action. She took off running leaving Fitz inside.

Valeriya stood, marveling at the sight, she couldn't comprehend what had just happened. with her mind still in a daze, Her eyes darted down the street a ways and spotted a tall, blonde man in a bartender outfit slowly walking up to the man who had just risen to his feet. The bartender strolled casually toward his opponent, his hands in his pockets, and a grin on his face.

"Well well, what's up, Izaya?" The bartender asked, his deep voice captivating, it was almost sensual. He slowly removed his blue tinted sunglasses from his face, and put them carefully in his pocket. The man had an air of mystery that intrigued Valeriya. Val turned to ask Fitz something, he had just walked up through the crowd.

"What do you think is going on?" She asked in a hushed tone. The crowd that gathered was all but silent. Fitz just shrugged looking between the two men, skipping over the kids in uniform in the middle. The man in the black coat had a certain wickedness to him that gnawed at Fitz's stomach. Just looking at him he felt the man was up to no good.

"I thought I told you never to step foot in Ikebukero again. You remember that, don't you? Izaya?" The bartender asked, smugly.

"Shizu-chan, last I heard, you had some gig, working down by the west gate." this Izaya said, a haughty tone in his voice. His black hair shined in the sun.

His voice set both Valeriya and Fitz on edge. And it just confirmed the feeling of instant mistrust Fitz had.

"Got fired ages ago! And I'm pretty sure I told you never to call me that, my name's Shizuo Heiwajima, try to get it right!" the bartender yelled. Shizuo Heiwajima. Fitz and Valeriya looked at each other briefly, a thought shared between them with no words. They'd heard about some guy named Shizuo Heiwajima. Apparently he threw things. Though what they'd heard he could throw was most likely just stories. No one could pull street signs out of the concrete.

"Oh come on Shizu-chan, so I pinned you for something you didn't do, no need to get so mad." Izaya offered.

"Oh I'm not mad, I just wanna beat the shit out of you." Shizuo responded angrily.

"You know the problem with you Shizu-chan, is that you can't be swayed by reason, and that's bad. really bad." Izaya suddenly pulled a knife out of nowhere, and pointed it at Shizuo, Fitz worried that this might get more violent than they wanted to be involved in "now let me go." Izaya said coyly.

Fitz pulled on Valeriya's arm, "Come on lets get out of here."

Before Valeriya could even give a reason as to why she'd want to stay and see what was going to happen, a gang rounded a nearby corner, and the leader shouted, "There, There's the guy! Nobody makes fun of the Dollars!"

Valeriya had come to the conclusion that the 'Dollars' was the name of their gang. Each man was holding a different weapon; they ranged from a wooden club, to a metal pipe.

"What's with the bartender?" one asked to another, seemingly confused.

"I don't know, he wasn't there earlier." the leader replied.

"Is that...Shizuo Heiwajima?" another asked nervously.

Shizuo turned to face him, letting out a disgusted grunt. "What the hell do you want?" he asked impatiently.

Before anyone could register what was about to happen, a gang member in a red shirt, and blue ball cap screamed, then ran at Shizuo, hitting him over the head with a long wooden rod. Valeriya and Fitz heard the collision of his head with the rod, and the shattering of the wood, even from where they stood. After the fact, everyone stood still, completely silent, staring at Shizuo, hunched over, hands on his head. Blood was visible running down his face, as he let out a long, angry growl. He stood straight, regaining his composure.

"You aimed for my head, and you have to know a blow like that could kill a guy right? That means you were intentionally trying to kill me right? So that means, whatever happens next, is what you deserve right?!" and before anyone knew it, Shizuo's hand Collided with the mans face, sending him sailing down the road, landing with a thud on the concrete. It was at this moment, the rest of the gang decided to join the fight.

Fitz and Valeriya, along with the rest of the bystanders didn't move, mostly from fear of being thought of as part of the gang, and getting hit.

Shizuo took them down individually, each with such ease. Some grew frightened, and began to run away. Those were the smart ones. For some reason, she was routing for Shizuo at this point.

"Well Shizu-chan, it looks like you've got your hands full, so I'll swing by later." Izaya stated, and began to move away.

"Where the hell do you think you're going flea?" Shizuo asked angrily. Then the war really began. The whole crowd was amazed at the show. Shizuo ripped things right out of the ground, and hurled them at Izaya, who dodged them with ease, in acrobatic motions.

Valeriya was stunned by this. What they'd heard was true? How? Valeriya was so stunned she didn't even see the traffic sign coming straight at her until it was too late. All she could do was brace for the impact, her eyes clenched shut. But there was no impact. Fitz yelled for Valeriya to move and then pushed her out of the way. Valeriya lay stunned blinking from the fall to the ground. Valeriya lay helpless for a moment before someone in the crowd helped her up. "Thanks Fitz." But the person that helped her wasn't Fitz. She looked around for her best friend only to see a sickening image. Fitz's frail body crumpled on the ground where she'd been a moment ago. His legs trapped under a pole that once held a road sign up. And a trickle of blood on the sidewalk from his head.

'"Oh god, Fitz, no!" Valeriya shouted, as she scrambled over to him.

"Well Shizu-chan, it's been fun, see ya" and Izaya disappeared into the evening. Shizuo cursed under his breath. Valeriya looked up just in time to catch eyes with him as she checked Fitz's pulse

AN: well, there's the first chapter! Poor Fitz! We'll find out what happens to him in the next chapter, which is coming right up! I hope you'll stick around to read it with us! Thanks for stopping by for the first chapter, and I hope to see you in the next one, and all the ones following it, hope you enjoyed!

-miss echo