Note; Durarara isn't mine! Now enjoy!
The night before the show, he couldn't sleep. Too much thoughts were on his mind. What if he really wasn't as good as his father in playing spades? Or if he'll fail that trick that he trained on today? Finally at four in the morning, he could sleep, repeating "It'll be okay" like a mantra.
He woke up at eleven and the contest were to start at three so he had much time to train his skills one last time.
When he was about to end, his younger sister Kuriri, entered the kitchen.
"Nii-san. Okay. Fingers." which meant "Brother, you'll surely be okay, all of us will be crossing fingers for you." Izaya appreciated it anyway, and poked her on her forehead in a comforting manner.
"Thank you. I'll surely win. Who wouldn't like to have the almighty Orihara Izaya at their company?" Izaya said, as his smirk crept on his face.
Kuriri only nodded, and she followed him to the door when he was heading out.
The rehearsal was at the local sports arena, and it was closed, only the participants allowed.
As Izaya stood in the line to the building, he overhead a conversation he was sure he shouldn't hear. Two men were standing by the back door, both smoking.
"But Shiki, why should we be here on the rehearsal when we already have all participants? Aren't you giving these villagers a hope they shouldn't have?" a red haired man asked, judging from his voice pretty upset.
"I'm not so sure about that dancing girl. The ballet isn't the thing we are searching for. To that holy mix of all original participants we need an intelligent guy. There can't be too much girls for otherwise they would consider us as feminists or anti-feminists, and I don't want that. Tell me if somebody catches your interest. And to make this all shorter, say that we're only searching for men. The majority of the people are girls anyway." the man named Shiki ended his cigarette and left it on the ground.
Izaya was sure that he hadn't any chances. He saw Hiroki, the best student in his class back in high school. He surely discovered a black hole or something. The participants were called out alphabetically and Izaya was last.
When he entered the room of rehearsal, he saw the bored looks of the jury, the red haired man from before almost sleeping. That man named Shiki wasn't there.
Really what was he doing there? Izaya felt fear, that he won't make it, but somehow when his heartbeat quickened he felt sure about what he was doing.
After he ended his all tricks and bowed he saw the confused looks on the jurys faces. The only woman with huge glasses asked after a while.
"Well, Orihara-san. I would swear that I saw all of these tricks already. Do you have any connection with Hiroki Bondless?" She asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Izaya was astonished. So that's why Hiroki didn't have any telescope or something. He steal all his tricks! Well, no wonder, since it was Izaya who taught him back in high school in exchange for his homework.
"Why, yes I have. He was one of my classmates back in high school. In fact... I taught him all that I knew in order to help him get trough this. Excuse me for causing confusion, I'm on my way out." Izaya said as he directed himself to the exit.
"Ohh? That won't be necessary. I slept when the other guy was showing what he can, so I'll like to see both of you in a paly-off. I'll call Shiki-san too." the red headed man said as he took out his cellphone and begun dialing.
"Orihara-san. You may go and prepare yourself in the green room. The play-off will start in 30 minutes." the woman said, and she didn't look amused. But Izaya ignored her and headed to the toilet instead. In the green room, there was too huge risk for Hiroki to see him.
So he trained on his special move that he learned yesterday, and admitted that it went well. With very good self-assessment, he entered the rehearsal room. He noticed that the man named Shiki sat on the woman's place, and Hiroki was in the other corner of the room.
So they begun, and when Izaya was doing all his tricks, he noticed that Hiroki tries to mirror them. When the trick ended, and the other boy was folding his cards, Izaya settled all on his special move. The jury was confused, but looked closely nonetheless, and Izaya saw anger on Hirokis face.
He ended it, folded the cards and bowed, and then he saw Shiki give him a standing ovation. The red haired man was clapping his hands too and the rest of the jury followed them.
When they ended it, the woman came back and looked at Izaya with hate in her eyes.
"That was a beautiful show. I think that everyone agrees that..." Shiki started, and Izaya saw his name forming on the mans mouth, but the woman interrupted him.
"That Orihara-san should learn that special move Bondless-san. I was out there and leaded a poll, which of them the women's considered to look more like genius, and the majority of voices were behind Hiroki. I'm sorry Orihara-san but your red eyes were listed as creepy. And the show-business is very much about the looks, you know." the woman tried to imitate Izayas smirk, but it didn't look quite like on Izaya so she gave up.
"Still, it's Orihara-san that has the natural talent here. And I don't see anything wrong with his look. There is always contact lenses to go by, right?" Shiki said, looking to the jury for acceptance but the woman interrupted him yet again.
"I think that the name of Bondless-san will be a best seller. People like the non-Japanese background, so we'll go with it." She said, looking at her clipboard.
"I'm sorry, but I'm Japanese. And so are my parents." Hiroki said, correcting his glasses and looking very upset.
"Ah, whatever. It'll sell better than Orihara Izaya anyway. Okay guys let's pack. We have to air the results tomorrow night. I thank all the participants for taking their time on this. Good bye." with these words the woman left.
After the men were moving to pack all their things, Shiki and the red haired man proceeded to Izaya.
"We apologize, Orihara-san. But this woman is the producer, you know. She know what will sell. And she is the wife of our director, so we don't really have the word here." Shiki said, and the red haired man nodded.
"Nah. It's okay. I couldn't really leave my family anyway." then he turned to Hiroki and said:
"Hiro-kun, you must know that my knowledge isn't for free. I demand the price, if you win. It's my trick after all." Izaya smiled his usual smirk even wider, and turned to the exit.
(A/N: Lol that Hiro-kun reminded me of Junjou Romantica xD xD But Hiroki is my OC. I dunno how he looks like, so you can imagine him as you wish :D Cookies for those who'll guess who the woman is. She'll come back in this fic as well as Hiroki.
Feedback is love, for in next chapter Izaya will search his luck in Tokyo :D)
