Chapter 2: Izaya-chan

Izaya Orihara kept his hood up, and tucked his chin into the red scarf he had wrapped around his neck. It was February, but this year was sure strange huh. Still kind of chilly. Izaya strolled happily down the streets, pockets full of chocolates he had bought beforehand and sharp pointy objects. Especially sharp pointy objects, so that he would be armed when a certain Shizu-chan comes rampaging with a vending machine in order to kill him.

He paused and shook his head. If he put it like that, it seemed as if he was certain Shizu-chan would come.

Izaya stopped beside another chocolate shop, seeing the discounts that were given to be pretty amazing. If Valentines Day could do this, he wished that there was some celebration where you had to give fatty tuna as present instead. Izaya hated sweets. If one would just think about it, chocolate was pretty much the equivalent of nicely shaped, sweet tasting, love making, poop. Absolute shit.

Of course, he didn't take to heart the fact that most of his precious humans loved this stuff. Humans sure are amazing~ Humans humans humans, man he loved them so much, but the ones that were staring at his butt was making him uncomfortable.

Izaya guessed the main reason being he was cross dressing as a girl.

Instead of his usual shirt and pants, he had worn the "sexy" black shorts and tights he had gotten from his sisters when they made fun of how feminine he was a few days back, along with the red shirt he had worn in middle school. As shoes, he had slipped on the arrogantly bright yellow running shoes that his sisters had sent him as a joke, after they had stolen all of his normal shoes because he had claimed that yellow was his least favorite color. He wore hair extensions to make his hair reach shoulder height and had applied mascara the way he had seen Namie do it every time in his bathroom before she went to meet her brother Seiji. Along with the green sunglasses he had acquired from some famous person's party and the red scarf around his neck, it made a questionable color scheme but it worked.

It made it blatantly obvious who he was, but he refused to let go of his fur coat. The fur coat was his life, next to humans, but he reluctantly wore the spare white fur coat he had in his storage box if he managed to ever lose his black one.

Tucking his extended hair behind his ear, he decided that this was either the stupidest idea he had ever had or the smartest. He could now freely go around Ikebukuro! At the expense of his pride. And he could do it without being recognized! But if he was, it would be most embarrassing.

Spinning around, he flashed the gazers a sparkling smile, and took off like the wind.

Where would he start? Izaya contently danced around the streets, attracting the strange looks of a few passing by. He had so much to look up! What about that conflict he had heard about between the gangs of scarves and the Dollars? What about the rumors that Saika had returned. Izaya squealed ecstatically, letting the Kanra inside him run rampant. So much to do! SO MUCH TO SEE! HOW HE LOVED HUMANS! By the time he realized what he was doing, he was standing with his arms open on top of a fire hydrant, there was a small crowd around him, taking pictures and whatnot.

"Geez guys~ Don't take pictures that's embarrassing~~~!" He delicately handed them each some chocolate, "Happy Valentines Day~!"

As the few people who took photos reached out for some chocolate, he grabbed their phones, wiped out all the information stored on it, and violently stomped on it a couple of times. The people watching could only watch in dismay and complete horror, as Izaya's creepy giggles rang through the air.

"Taking pictures without permission is a violation of personal space!" Izaya winked, and returned the half-broken phones, "May that be a lesson to you boys~!"

As Izaya strolled away happily, he heard their complaints fade off into the distance. At least they were nice boys, they didn't come after him demanding payment for the repairs. Good thing he was such a pretty girl. Or was that really a good thing? Being girly and all.

Ah, indecisiveness. Oy vey.

Izaya frowned and reminded himself that even though he looked much different as a girl, he had to still keep a low profile. The yakuza would definitely see through his disguise, if his closer enemies didn't.

Putting the hood back on and obscuring the view of his face with his scarf, he backed up into the familiar alleyways he had frequently used as escape and headed off into the distance. He had places to go, people to visit.

He distantly wondered if Shizu-chan would recognize him as a girl.