First Shizaya fic. I fell in love with this couple ever since I started watching Durarara. *O* There are so MANY doujinshis on them, and I just love them even more! I decided to try writing a fic on them. Uhm, review? And maybe gimme a few pointers. Sorry if Ooc!

Looking out the window of my office in Ikebukuro, I realized that I needed some fresh air. Maybe I should go out for a while. Being cooped inside for the past week did not help with my boredom at all.
Observing humans around me, with their multiple emotions, and even stamping hand phones….My favourite hobbies, and I have all the time in the world to do just that!

Maybe I might even see him today. Ahahaha, that would be entertaining.
At least, for me it is. Not really sure if he likes this chasing game.
Well, meh. Who cares? It's so fun just to see his blood boil with anger!

I must have smirked, because once I broke out of my thoughts, Namie was looking at me strangely.

"What. If you have time to be staring at me, go look at the photos of your precious little brother, eh?~ Or better yet, keep an eye on him. You're dismissed from work today."

Namie was my somewhat 'Secretary.' She has nothing better to do, really. Just lazes around and looks at pictures of her brother nowadays.
I have to say, however, that she was interesting. Loving her own brother, doing anything for him….

If only someone would love me like that.

"You were smirking. Is this about Heiwajima Shizuo again? Oh, one more thing. Do not mess with my brother. I can look at his face 24/7 if I want to." She snapped. Anything concerning her brother, she snaps.

"It's none of your business, Namie. I'm going out for some fresh air. As I said, work for today is done." I stood up from my comfy, black-coloured office chair and repeated myself for the fifth time that week.

"Fine, then. You do know that you are sick, right? Just take some medication already. It's been going on for almost a week."

I sighed inwardly. Of course I knew that.

I waved her off, while I rubbed my temples and groaned slightly. I wasn't feeling so well now. In fact, I felt terrible.

Maybe I should stop by Shinra's place and grab some medication. I considered that, but erased that thought from my mind. Who knows what chemical concoction he would give me. Besides, he would ask to do some tests on me again, and it was getting on my nerves. He keeps saying that I'm not getting enough proteins and vitamins. Well, I think I'm healthy. Unlike that monster that drinks milk every single day and smokes cigarettes.

…Walking out of my office in Ikebukuro, and finally, into town for some fresh air, I realized that people were staring at every move I made. I even heard a few muffled whispers.

'Is that Orihara Izaya?'

'Hey, he doesn't look so well.'

'Considering that his movements are wobbly and careless, he must be sick.'

'Serves him right.'

'He does nothing but toy with people and manipulates them. Evil snob.'

'He should just disappear and leave this town alone, along with Heiwajima Shizuo. Those two are freakish monsters.'

'I know! Consider them dead.'

I get those comments every single day, no big deal. I could handle it, but it hurts.

'I love humans, so they should love me back in return.'

That was what I said to Shinra when we were in Raira Academy. He simply nodded, before saying, 'They don't, do they? That's what you always think, and it is what makes it so fun for you to keep using them. What if one day, someone decides to love you truly? Obviously it would be a human, but what would you do then? Do you even know what true love is?'

His words actually made me think about my life a little more.

Do I love anyone truly? Loving humans is not true love.

That's right… I don't love humans. I am just attracted to their interesting emotions and actions. Is that it?

I groaned. All this thinking had given me a migraine.

Stumbling into a deserted alley, and practically fell and kissed the floor beneath me, harshly. Slowly getting up, I sat with my knees facing the sky above, leaning against the rough, rocky wall. I shut my eyes, and rested my head on my knees, arms falling limply to my sides. I think I sprained my left ankle from the fall, and I felt something watery on my palms. I ignored the pain that was flowing from both my ankle and my palms. I did not even bother to look.

Nobody cares anyway. I should just sit here and drift slowly to my death, maybe.

….

I think I fell asleep, or something. I was really exhausted.

When I woke up, it was already night time. Without lifting my head from my knees, I spotted that the moonlight had reflected on my palms. Only then, did I realize that my palms were bandaged up, as well as my ankle.

What is going on here? Did I bandage them on my own?

I started to get a little anxious. Honestly, it was creepy. Falling asleep, and realizing that you were still alive and bandaged up, while you are still in the same position as when you fell asleep.

Lifting my head, hoping to make sense of my surroundings, I gasped slightly in surprise when I saw a certain person sitting down in front of me.

He had a first aid kit beside him.

He was smoking a cigarette.

His hair was blonde.

And… He was awake.

"So, you finally decided to wake up, flea."

Ooooooh, guess who~ Of course it would be him! :D Review? :3
Sorry for mistakes. ^.^ Next chapter would be uploaded maybe next week or earlier, since I love this pairing SO MUCH.
Well, Ja ne~