Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara!

"IIIIIIZZZZZAAAAAYYYYYYAAAAAA!"

A vending machine still stocked with aluminum cans of fizzy beverages and square bars of chocolate was thrown into a sushi bar. Customers grabbed their loved ones and ducked for safety; some people had even gazed into the direction where the object was thrown from and yelled with fright, running away from the restaurant as a result. In a few seconds, a stocky built man, clothed in bartender overalls and wearing shades over a pair of dazzling eyes was approaching the ruined café, his hands balled into fists. Everyone in the restaurant had fled, leaving all their coupons and half-eaten meals in the dust, except for one man.

Izaya Orihara was not at all bothered by the incident.

Instead he eyed the carnage with fascination, his chopsticks still poised over a wad of tuna and wasabi sushi. The person who had hurled that vending machine had obviously caused a great deal of damage. The restaurant was literary in ruins. Shattered glass was clustered around the bottom of the window sill, a fair amount of reddish blood visible on their reflective material. Piles of food were squashed flat by the chaotic outbreak and drinks were spilt on to the floor, its liquid swirling as though an invisible entity was stepping in them at this very moment. The vending machine was now broken, a victim of a massacre of various store objects. Its contents were scattered across a wooden counter, its own body in an angled position above it like a ramp. Izaya stifled a laugh as he turned to face the very person who had caused this trauma.

"Izaya-kun," the bartender growled, his sunglasses hanging askew off the bridge of his nose. "Happy to see me now?"

"As a matter of fact Shizuo-chan I am," Izaya replied. "In fact I'm going to be even happier once Simon comes here to find the amount of destruction you've caused. I can't believe it; my personal nemesis who has bared a grudge on me for many years has finally had the guts to turn this restaurant into a sushi graveyard! Boy oh boy! I can't wait to see my old Shizuo-chan and Mister Simon fight to the death! It's going to be fffaaabbbuuulllooouuusss!"

But the man named Shizuo did not laugh, nor did he even grin. Instead a rumbling sound was heard vibrating in his throat, the same noise a dog makes when he was been pitted face to face against his prey. His fists had tightened, his eyes were as sharp as daggers and his face was a mask of fury like a gladiator unleashing his inner rage in the Roman coliseum. Whatever Izaya had done had made him extremely pissed off.

But what exactly did he do?

"Erm… wait a minute Shizuo-chan," Izaya said holding out his hand in front of him, a gesture commonly used to prevent people from coming any closer. "What exactly did I do? Did I mock your parents, your strength, or the size of your brain? I didn't pull a prank on you this time didn't I? I mean you look as clean as the restaurant here used to be. So please tell—"

"SHUT UP!" The words came out from Shizuo's mouth in the form of a furious bellow. He cracked his knuckles together and cocked his head to the side. "You know what you've done. So stop playing around with me!"

Izaya was speechless; it was actually the only time he had ever felt defenseless against his nemesis's wrath. Normally he would dash for safety in fits of laughter as he dodged and used his parkour skills to evade Shizuo's rampage through the city. But this was different…

Why had he suddenly felt fear?

"Well flea!" Shizuo barked. "Any last words?"

No, I actually don't have any to be sure of.

Instead he kept silent and left his enemy standing alone in the desolate and ruined restaurant. As he moved on he heard Shizuo scream his name, along with a couple of obscenities. He pondered about why he had suddenly froze on the spot like that time he witnessed Kida Masaomi rushing to find his girlfriend only to stop midway. Was it really dread? Or was it just a case of the nerves? He had to admit that he had never seen his nemesis that angry before. Now what did he do again?

His thoughts were interrupted as something metallic slammed into his stomach. He coughed as his heart lurched inside his chest, the feeling you get when you're on a rapid moving rollercoaster. A searing pain emanated from inside his tummy accompanied by a strange splitting sound; the sound of bones breaking. It wasn't a squishy one and he was thankful for that; he would have been very disappointed if his organs were turned to mush as a result of the heavy blow. Then a strange notion trickled into his brain cells.

He wasn't touching the ground.

As he looked down he saw the streets of Ikebokuro below him; its buildings like miniature toys which he could pick up and play with and its people like ants crawling through a concrete wasteland. The buildings came closer into view as he dropped from the sky.

He was flying.

It was strange sensation, one which he had never felt before. He had been on rollercoaster's before along with his two annoying sisters and knew what it felt like. But this was different.

Izaya finally felt free.

The agony in his stomach had quickly disappeared as he was overwhelmed by the amount of freedom as he fell. He could move the joints in his legs and could flap his wings like a bird without looking like a total idiot. He could show as many rude gestures as he wanted to and shout and swear and even insult without receiving a punch to the face as his gift. He could surprise people and yell at them as he went pass and his eyes would watch them carefully as they stared at him with amazement all while holding a piece of laundry in their hands. He could do anything he wanted with his body now without anyone to interrupt him. He smirked as he heard screams of astonishment below.

Humans are so clueless, he thought.

And that's why he loved them.

He craned his head round to glimpse at what was behind him, to get a clue to what object he would be most likely to crash into. Usually it would be a billboard referencing some sort of anime or video game series or on one occasion it was a vending machine. This time he was met with an apartment building, lined with transparent windows on each and every floor, its tall structure towering over him. Then as though fate had heeded his commands, he saw his friend Shinra in front of him, his hands hastily typing on a keyboard in one of the windows. As the room loomed closer to Izaya, he peered up from his computer and his mouth dropped open in a silent o. Izaya gave him a cheery smile and slowly closed his eyes.

He wondered what Celty's reaction would be when she see's broken glass in the evening.