I do not own Durarara! Or any of it's characters. Characters in this fic will be slightly OC. Izaya, Shizuo and others will still have many characteristics as they do in the anime/novel.

Warning: Language, and yaoi.

Note: Remember, the characters are very OC… but not for long.

Shizuo's point of view.

W a r m t h

Never in my life have I seen a boy so frail looking.

I rubbed my forehead, a bump starting to form on my temples. I looked up at the raven haired boy on the floor. He rubs his forehead too. I apologize to him, and help him up. His hands are really cold, and he stammers as he speaks to me. He's… adorable.

Damn it. I'm thinking those thoughts again. I still can't help it.

It's hard… embracing my secret.

He goes to his locker, and he lets me follow him. I've never talked to this guy before- I know he's in my art class. I've took a peek at him once or twice when he wasn't looking.

Sadly, I've never gotten to look into those eyes of his. Which I now know, are rather deep and dark.

I ask him his name.

"Izaya Orihara." He tells me.

Kind of sounds like… Isaiah.

"I'm Shizuo, Shizuo Heiwajima." I tell him, he kind of nods. But I can tell he's keeping something locked in. He always has this distant look on his face. For some reason it kind of pisses me off. I mean, how can someone look so unemotional all the time?

Apparently, this guy.

And when he dropped his switch blade on the ground- I didn't see that one coming. As I picked it up he snatched it away from me in an almost greedy manner. He seems possessive over it. He tells me it's for self defense, and that he gets jumped. I can definitely see that though, he is kinda weak looking. But at the same time he looks like someone who could defend himself.

Probably not like me, I flex a little under my shirt. Feeling my muscles tense, and then I take a quick peak at his arms. Not much muscle under that long v-neck shirt… his skin looks kind of soft though… kind of creamy… I wonder how it would feel-

Shit, I'm losing myself again.

He says something to me about going to art- which we are already late for. I am feeling bored, I'd rather leave this shit-hole and look for something better to do.

I ask him if he wants to leave with me. He looks a bit appalled, like no one has ever asked him such a thing, nor has he ever attempted to skip. But he nods, and shoves his stuff back in his locker.

And we make our leave, with Izaya walking right behind me.

"You're… awfully quiet." I said to Izaya, who looked up suddenly.

"Yeah… Sorry. This is just a first for me."

"How so?" I asked him, and he shrugged.

"Well… I don't really get invited to hang out."

"Really? That's surprising to me…"

Izaya looked confused by what I said.

"How so? I mean…" Izaya stopped, spreading his arms out wide, "Do I look like that much fun?"

I stopped to look back. He observed the boy, head to toe. He sure wore a lot of dark colors, whilst I just stood out in blue uniform.

"… Why don't you wear your uniform?"

"Don't have to." He shrugged, and walked in front of me.

"Won't you get in major shit? It's against school policies-"

"I'm not noticed, Heiwajima-san."

"Shizuo…"

"Right." He huffed. His cheeks were turning red- like he wasn't used to admitting this much about himself.

"I…" I started, but I just stared at the back of Izaya's head as he walked in front of me. He had so many questions, but he was afraid he couldn't phrase them right.

"So… Where should we go?" I asked him, and he halted. His head whipped back to face me, and he once again shrugged his bony shoulders.

"I… guess I don't really care."

"Heh, you don't get out all that much do you?"

"No, it's not really for me I guess."

"Well…"

"I think I should just… go home." Izaya said, his eyes drawing near to the ground, "I'm just not… very much fun. I'm sorry."

With that, he bowed and started to turn on his feet.

No.

I grabbed his shoulder, Izaya's reaction was a jolt of his frame.

"We don't have to walk around the city…" I told him, "We can just… go to my place maybe? If you prefer indoors…"

What am I even doing?

Izaya's eyes grew wide, his eye's fixated on Shizuo's.

"Are you sure?" Izaya asked, and Shizuo nodded.

"Yeah… we can just hang out there. Sound okay?" I said, and Izaya nodded at the blond once again. He sure is quiet… maybe I can get something out of him.

Izaya's point of view.

He's inviting me to his… house.

The butterflies in my stomach were going ballistic. All of these questions are going through my mind-

Why is he talking to me?

Why is he suddenly interested in me?

Why do I have to be such a fucking idiot?

I'm afraid. I'm afraid of showing my real self- to anyone. Shinra could vouch for me… it's ugly. And now, he's inviting me over to his home. I almost got away too…but I just can't say no to him. There's a side of me that wants to pull away from this- it's a nightmare, the love of my life could see the real side of me. But then… the last hour has been a dream. I dream I wish I could never escape.

This could be a chance, or it could end in disaster.

"Which way is your house?" I ask him, and he points to his left.

"Just down this street." he tells me.

I gulp. I'm still walking behind him, but I'm tempted to go to his side. I pick up my pace, and walk beside him. The blond grins.

"Getting lonely back there?" he said, and I looked away. That stupid, fucking blush was trying to resurface.

"Just up the stairs." he said, and I looked up. His apartments, I'll have to admit, weren't as nice as mine.

However, I got the feeling that…

"You live alone?"

"Yeah, been like that for awhile." he said, reaching for his keys out of his pocket. He jiggled them in the lock and the door swung open. We stepped inside, removing our shoes.

"Well, home sweet home!" Shizuo said, and I peered around the room. Simple really- not too different from mine. Just messier. A kotatsu sit in the center, littered with magazines, snack wrappers. There was a TV, a couch, an entrance to a small kitchen. Izaya felt rather cozy.

"So yeah… this is it. Want something to drink?" Shizuo asked, and I shook my head.

"Oh no, it's fine. I'm not thirsty…" A lie. I could really use a cup of tea.

"Are you sure…? I do have tea-"

"Well…" I said, smiling weakly. The blond laughed.

"Hey… do that again." he pointed at me, and I cringed.

"What, smile?" I said, smiling back at him, my face turning red. Shizuo chuckled.

"First time I've ever seen that." he said, putting water on the stove. I took a seat at his kotatsu, the blanket invited warmth to my legs. And that stupid smile… wouldn't seem to leave me face.

Shizuo returned with tea, and poured me a cup. I thanked him, and brought the tea up to my lips.

"Do you want sugar?" he asked, gesturing to the bowl of sugar cubes.

"Oh no, that's not a really good idea." I told him.

Me and sugar… don't mix well.

"Oh come on… it's just a little sugar, it'll bring out the flavor more." Shizuo plopped a few sugar cubes into the cup. I sighed, I was losing to him more and more.

The hot, sugary tea traveled through my throat, warming my tummy. Shizuo downed his whole cup in one gulp.

"So, what do you do?" Shizuo asked, "Like, besides art?"

"Um, I write a lot of poetry I guess."

"Well that's still considered art." He chuckled, and smiled again.

"Well I'm not one for sports…" I admitted, sipping more sweet tea.

As time flew by, we just talked and talked. We talked about all sorts of things. Stuff that pissed us off, favorite books, times of embarrassment. I laughed, for the first time in awhile, I haven't stopped smiling.

My heart hasn't stopped pounding in my chest.

"So, you live alone too?" He asked me, and I responded.

"Yup! Been on my own for awhile now…"

"Really?"

"Three years. Living solo~" I said, my cheeks felt bubbly. All this sugar was starting to get to me.

This could be dangerous…

"Do you ever get lonely?" He asked, and I shrugged.

"Sometimes… but usually I make it by."

"What about your parents?"

Silence.

"I…" Izaya looked away, "I'd rather not talk about that."

More silence.

"We don't have to." He assured.

"I'm really sorry… it's a long story. Rather painful…"

Shizuo nodded, "No, I shouldn't have asked though-"

"But you know what, it's kinda nice," I smiled, "I've never opened myself up like this. I never thought someone like you would even want to hang out with me."

"Someone like me huh, what do I seem like to you?" He was looking at me intently, and my heart raced at the question.

"Well… you seem like you would have higher standards for friends."

"That's the thing, Izaya, I'm really not what you think. It pisses me off when people fucking think I'm such a king. I hate it, I don't want that. I want friends like you, friends that understand me!" He huffed, throwing his cup against the wall.

"Shizuo calm down. Please." I reached for him at the other side of the table, grabbing his forearm.

"I know how you feel. For three years I haven't been myself. Nobody has even bothered to come up to me, to talk to me. Nobody can see me, I'm like a ghost."

"But … you're amazing."

Izaya's eyes wandered to the table top.

"You're the one that actually approached me. I've been too nervous… You're really the amazing one."

"You don't know what I'm like…"

"No," Izaya smiled lightly. His smile turned upward into a coyish grin, "… but I'd like to."

Shizuo blushed furiously. I managed to laugh.

"Oh wow. This is great, it really is a dream!"

"A dream?" Shizuo started, but I put both shoulders on his table, and rested my chin upon my hands.

"Well, Shizuo, how about we get to know each other?"

Shizuo laughed, "You go first, Izaya."

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.

"Then you might want to listen closely okay. My story is not an easy one."

So, thank you everybody for reading so far! I hope you are enjoying this story just as much as I enjoy writing it. It's a bit complex at the beginning. In this chapter you'll notice how things are starting to unfold… so please keep reading. This story has a lot of suspense, drama and romance to offer. I will not let me readers down!

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