It was just a usual day in Ikebukuro for Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya. When the days are cold, and dark-gray heavy clouds can be seen upon the sky. Shizuo is just standing still at the right side of a vending machine watching the sky. While Izaya sneak out to Shinjuku and went to Ikebukuro for a hang over. Shizuo was spacing out just doing what his body and mind trying to do, walking towards the park, his hands in his slacks' pockets as always.
Izaya was walking his merry way down the park's perimeter. Without his usual skipping, for another information gathering. A tall blonde also towards his way. Just as the two were about to pass each other, which look like normal to the naked eye, but to them everything seemed to slow down as if it was on of those cliché romantic scene, which neither believed in for their own reasons.
Everything went back to normal as they passed by each other. After three steps forward. Izaya stopped in his tracks, confused of such event taking place. Before he sent a side glance towards the bartender clad blonde. Before he hesitantly turned around and reverted his attention in getting back to his work. His head down, walking much more normally. Not noticing the blonde stopping and turning back to look at him.
Shizuo stared at the mysterious smaller fur coat clad man. Who seemed calm too much from earlier. Shrugging he decided to go back to what he was doing before. While their minds occupied the same question.
'Why did I feel a strange pull towards him...? A man I barely met and know no less.' shaking their head, they decided to think of it later.
It was only when they got home to their respective apartments from their respective jobs. Only then they remembered the strange encounter. Just as they recalled how their parents met.
It was then they knew it was a love at first sight.
(A/N: A what if Shizuo and Izaya didn't meet back in highschool.
I don't own Durarara! it belongs to Narita Ryohgo.
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