Izaya sat at the counter of his local tavern, sipping on some beer. Of course, nearly everyone in the tavern knew who the informant was. After all, he had quite the reputation. This reputation made the villagers regard him with extreme caution.

However, there were some new faces in the corner of the room who were yet to know his name.

Last week, Izaya was thrilled to find out that some travellers would be arriving in the village. Especially when he looked into who they were. In addition, since Izaya loved observing human beings so much, this was a chance to observe someone new.

They arrived this morning; there were three of them and to Izaya's disappointment, they seemed quite dumb. They didn't realize that they were being followed by the informant.

When the travellers entered the large tavern, Izaya followed. Humans were more likely to accidentally spill some important information when under the influence of alcohol. Sadly, this tavern was one of Izaya's least favourite places to be due to the person who owned the place.

It belonged to a narcissist named Gaston. This was quite obvious since the interior of the tavern was filled with large portraits of Gaston along with "trophies" from his hunts, consisting mostly of animal antlers.

Izaya did love all of the human race but there were a few of them who didn't entertain him all that much, Gaston was one of them.

With the hope that Gaston wouldn't show up anytime soon, Izaya listened in on the travellers' conversation:

"Ya sure you saw 'im?" One of the travellers asked the other.

"Ya. The monster was hairy as heck. Y'all shoulda seen 'im."

"Let's go that way again on our way back. He lives in a castle, right? Let's shoot 'im and steal somethin' from 'im." One of them chuckled and downed his whisky, which spilt onto his beard. He wiped the liquid away with the palm of his hand.

Izaya frowned at his drink. A hairy monster who lives in a castle? How drunk were they? Izaya consumed the remains of his drink in a single gulp before he placed the glass back onto the counter and got out of his chair.

Better get going Izaya thought before he reached down to the floor, to pick up his fur coat.

They're a bunch of idiots; I can't get anything useful out of them.

But just as he was about to put on the coat, a small part of him wandered:

But since there's a headless dullahan in this world, it's not impossible for a hairy monster to live in a castle.

Izaya shook his head with a short laugh and finished putting on his coat; his extra limb.

He was just about to exit the bar, when he heard the bearded traveller laugh:

"I just wonder what that four-eyed doc was doing near the castle on a motorcycle. Didn't look the type who rides one."

It seems that they'll be able to provide me with some sort of information after all.

Izaya spun around to face the foreigners and skipped towards them with a grin. He then leant over the bearded man with a mischievous glimmer in his eye.

"My name is Izaya Orihara. I'm an informant. Nice to meet you~"


Celty, the headless Dullahan, stopped the motorcycle in front of hers and her partner's home. She gave the arms around her waist a soft slap as if saying 'We're here, you can stop holding onto me now'.

The male doctor (who held onto her) grumbled and regretfully let her go. He clumsily got off the motorcycle and adjusted his glasses.

Due to being outside of the public eye, Celty took off her helmet. The doctor glanced towards the dancing black smoke which was where a normal head would've been. From its movement, he could tell that she was worried.

"Stop worrying so much the monster will be okay." Shinra yawned as he stretched out his arms.

Celty hit him on the head with her helmet.

"Ouch, okay, okay. You hate the term 'monster'. I get it." Shinra rubbed the back of his head with a scowl.

Since a being without a mouth can't talk, Celty typed on her PDA:

[Do you have any ideas on how to save Shizuo? He seemed even sadder than the last time we visited him.]

Shinra shrugged at the PDA.

"Well... I did talk with Shizuo about the only plan I can think of to save him... But you won't like it."

[I'd do anything to help a friend.] She typed.

"You're making me jealous," Shinra grumbled. "Well, since we're back in the village and are standing aimlessly outside, we may as well see Izaya. He's the plan."

Celty's shoulders slumped. It didn't take her long to figure out what was going through Shinra's head.

[You're right. I don't like this plan already.]

"Told you." He smiled and took Celty's helmet from her hand, placing it back onto her head area, covering the smoke. "We better go see that arsehole, then."


"What do you want?" One of the foreigners grumbled in a tone which made it obvious that he didn't like the extra company.

Izaya stopped leaning over the bearded male and jumped into a seat next to the male who just spoke.

"If I remember correctly, your name is Richard Wolf and you're looking for your daughter, who you haven't heard from for ten years. It's strange how I managed to get into contact with her just yesterday. Wouldn't you agree, Richie?"

Richard's eyes widened and he was just about to say something, but Izaya cut him off.

"Your bearded friend is Stephan Wolf and your ginger friend is Luke Wolf, right? I find it cute how your trio changed your surnames to 'Wolf'. It's a bit suspicious though, don't you think?" Izaya smirked at Richard. "It's suspicious how the three of you changed your surnames, pretended to be brothers and decided to go out travelling together, right after a murder which happened in your hometown."

Izaya reached into the packet of crisps which was in the middle of the foreigners (the three of them were sharing it before Izaya came along). Izaya didn't care about his manners at that point in time, and he took out a crisp, before popping it into his mouth to enjoy the taste.

"What are you tryin' to say?!" The bearded foreigner was boiling with anger.

"Nothing much. I could always contact the person who is working on the case and give them a tip, but at this point in time, I'd rather listen to why 'the wolves' were running around a castle and what they saw."

The threat lingered in the air for a minute longer before Izaya spoke again:

"Talking to me will make me forget all about the criminal case and I'll repay you" he glanced at Richard. "with some information about where you can have a happy family reunion! So, what do you say?"

"What do you want to know?" Asked Luke Wolf quietly, to Izaya's entertainment.


Celty and Shinra knocked on the door to one of Izaya's apartments.

They waited for a while before Shinra tried the door again.

[Don't tell me that you didn't message him about us coming over.] Celty typed on her PDA.

Shinra was quiet for a while before he quickly got his phone out and dialed one of Izaya's numbers. This resulted in Celty shaking her nonexistent head in irritation.


Izaya was skipping down the road. He was grinning down at his phone on which he had gained new contacts and maybe, future workers.

He already paid them to do something for him, after all.

Izaya was enjoying the soft breeze and the emptiness of the dark streets. The only thing which he wasn't enjoying was the feeling of being watched. He briefly glanced behind him to see Gaston looking at him. Whenever he felt Gaston's stare on himself, Izaya would wonder if that's how his beloved human species felt when he watched them from afar. However, he couldn't think about that right now, since his ringing phone disturbed his thoughts.

"What does Shinra want, hmm..." Izaya muttered under his breath as he answered the call. Then, louder, he sang out "Hello~ What's up?"

"You're not busy are you?"

"That's quite rude, you know. At least saying a single 'hello' would be nice. And I'm going back to my apartment right now, why?"

"Good. Me and Celty are waiting for you-"

"Oh that's good because-"

We need to talk.


Author's Notes:

Thanks for reading this chapter. It means a lot. The next chapter will include a lot more Shizuo and will be circled around him. Any feedback and constructive criticism is very welcome.Thanks again and have a nice day.

Disclaimer- I don't own Durarara and any of its characters.