A teen walks down the streets of Ikebukero, bright blonde hair illuminated by the early morning sun. His blue school uniform is fresh and newly bought, first worn today. It's early spring and it's time for the new school year to start here in beautiful Japan. Birds chip and humans walk, and lingering winter chill still clings to the air.

'Fuckin hell.

Eager faces all around, high schoolers like the one of our story are chattering as they walk, likely about what wonders and frights await them on their new highschool journey. It's an inspiring sight, and a hopeful one too. These are the faces of the future, truly.

Fuckin' hell!

A pigtailed school girl runs, she's late! She's holding her open bag in her arms, the bag is open and full. Surely not smart but she didn't have time to close it! She rounds a corner, and bam! She collides with a boy, the boy of our story, who was walking in the opposite direction to which she was running. The girl's things scatter to the ground, and she gathers them quickly before turning on her heel to give this boy a piece of her mind!

"FUCKING HELL!" Shizuo Heiwajima shouts. His expression is murderous, though in reality he hasn't even noticed the girl. She squeaks, recognizing the infamous young teen! That's Heiwajima Shizuo! The strongest and angriest boy in Ikebukero! She runs around him, and is gone from our story for good. Yaoi is once again safe.

"I'm a grown fucking man! Why the fucking hell am I back here again?! Dammit! Dammit dammit dammit dammit! When I find whoever did this i'll-oh, I'm here."

Intimidating as ever, Raira Academy stands proud before Shizuo Heiwajima, and he reluctantly walks past the gates towards the building. Looking around, Shizuo vaguely recognizes some of the faces, but he can't put any names to them. 'I should find Shinra' He thinks. 'Maybe he can do something about this. Whatever this is, I have no idea how this even happened. Everything was normal yesterday! Where are you Kishitani?!'

He wanders around, checks his phone, tries calling the nerdy boy even, but school is about to start, and his friend is nowhere to be found. In fact, neither is Kyouhei or Tom.

The bell rings, and he makes his way inside. He luckily remembers where his homeroom class is, his feet carrying him there with no hesitance.

Everyone is seated when he arrives, and the teacher gives him an angry stare. Already off to a bad start... Wonderful.

He takes his seat, and looks around. No Shinra, damn. No Kyouhei either, fuck! And Tom is probably still in a higher grade too... Is Shizuo all alone this time in this hellhole?

He notices someone staring from the corner of his eye.

Cold, rusty red eyes bore into his. Izaya is staring at him, teenage Izaya, with none of his usual mirth. He looks bored, and it's not long before Izaya looks away to observe the other students. 'Izaya's here!' Shizuo thinks, relieved for a moment.

'Is he in the same situation I am? Or is he actually the teen Izaya I knew in highschool?' Shizuo stares hard at the boy as the teacher drones on, calling names.

"Daisuki Suno-kun?"

"Here."

"Furinko Ranko-san?"

"Here!"

"Hoshina Yuki-kun?"

"Here."

"Heiwajima Shizuo-kun?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm here."

"Ianako nanako-san?"

"Here."

"Lelo-Lelouch V Brittania? You're in the wrong place."

"Sorry, same voice actor!"

"Kuriki Akako-kun?"

"Here..."

"Murasaki Nao-san?"

"Here!"

"Tori Raku-san?"

"Here~"

"Orihara Izaya-kun?"

"Present."

She runs though the rest of her list, and briefs them on school rules and what's expected of them. After a small pep talk, she tells them to gather their things and head to the next class. She warns that they'll likely be doing real work then. Shizuo quickly catches up to Izaya.

"Hey, fl-Izaya-kun!"

Izaya turned, surprised.

"My, you're awfully informal. Who said you could use my first name?" Izaya asked, cold.

"Shuddup. Where's Shinra?"

"Pardon?"

"Shinra! Where is he?"

"Why are you asking me?" Izaya snapped, annoyed. He looked overly irritated, not at all amused like Shizuo knew him to constantly be.

"'Cause you two are friends, obviously! Just tell me what class he's in!"

Izaya's eyes widened, before his expression quickly grew dark and closed off. He pointedly looked away from Shizuo.

"Tch! Class B. But we aren't friends, so get that idea out of your little blonde head right now! And don't approach me again!" Izaya snapped, and started walking away. He was fast as ever, already rounding the corner by the time Shizuo recovered enough to reply.

"Well, good! I didn't want to anyway! Fuck, what is his problem?!" Annoyed, Shizuo went to find class B, wondering just what in hell he got himself into.

"FuuuUUCKING HELL!"