Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! or any of the Characters. All rights go the the original authors and creators.
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Chapter Two
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The bell chimed, signalling the end of the school day, and the students swarmed out of the classrooms and piled into the halls, chatting about their after school activities and other gossip.
Shizuo dragged his feet as he made his way to his locker. He was usually glad when the school day was finally over with, only this time it technically wasn't. He had detention for the next two days. He sighed and grabbed his jacket from the metal hook. He tossed his backpack over his shoulder and slammed his locker shut.
"Hi there!~"
He took a step back when a face popped out from behind the metal door.
He narrowed his eyes. It was the boy from earlier.. Orihara. The extremely cocky idiot who annoyed him to no end. He pissed Shizuo off just by looking at him with that smug face.
"Th' hell do you want?" He eyed the smiling raven suspiciously.
Izaya offered his hand and spoke politely. "My name is Orihara, Izaya. And you must be Heiwajima Shizuo. I don't believe I've ever had a chance to formally introduce myself."
He simply stared at the boy with a vexed expression and kept his hands stuffed into his pockets.
Izaya's face twitched for a moment at the blonde's fowl attitude, but his smile quickly returned. "I've seen you around the halls quite a bit. Mostly everyone here knows who you are. Though I notice you're usually by yourself. I thought I could try and help you become more comfortable here at our school, and introduce you to some of my friends."
Shizuo snorted. "So what are you? The Welcoming Committee?"
Izaya tried his best to keep his composure. "Heh heh. No, not exactly. You see, I'm really fond of the students here at Raijin. I like to go out of my way to speak with them, and get to know everyone the best I can."
Shizuo rolled his eyes and turned his back to Izaya as he walked off.
"Tch.. I don't care who you are or what you want. Get lost!"
"W-wait a minute! I'm not finished talking!" He called.
"Well I am!"
Izaya's shoulders slumped. "Well this is definitely going to be a bit harder than I expected.." He could practically hear Shinra's voice mocking him in his head.
He closed his eyes and folded his arms. "Heh.. Well I'm just going to have to step my game up bit."
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"That stupid Orihara. Who does he think he his.. Fuckin' freak."
Shizuo grumbled to himself as he walked down the halls. He rounded the corner and headed into the detention hall.
He pushed open the door to see the room was as rowdy as ever. A group of third year boys were rolling dice in the back corner. Another group of kids had their handheld game consoles out and were chatting about their high scores.
The teacher instructed to watch the students was older than Raijin itself, and was usually snoozing away while the kids did whatever they pleased.
Shizuo sighed and plopped into a seat near the side window. He always made sure to separate himself from the trouble making kids to avoid confrontation as best as he could.
He propped his feet up onto the seat in front of him and pulled out a notebook to pass the time. Shizuo was a closet poetry fan. He liked to read and write to clear his head. And it helped him express his thoughts and feelings better down on paper than opening up to others.
A second year female student perked up in her seat. "Izaya-kun!"
Shizuo lowered his pen and looked up towards the door. "You've gotta be kidding.."
"Kon'nichiwa, Ayana-chan~" He said in a sing-song tone as he skipped into the classroom. He wrapped his arm around the girl and placed a kiss on her cheek.
"Izaya-kun! You're embarrassing me!" She giggled, her face turning red.
"Of course, where are my manners!" He said coyly, and feigned an innocent expression.
"Here.." She whispered, passing him a small slip of paper. He smirked and pocketed the tiny note into his fur rimmed jacket, heading towards the window to find his usual spot.
"Oya oya.. What's this?" He expressed as he walked towards his chair, only to find it was being occupied by none other than Raijin's Bleach Blonde Beast.
He leaned down to him and smiled politely. "Sorry to bother you again.. But that's my seat you're sitting in."
Shizuo simply ignored his words and continued writing. Izaya drummed his fingers on the wooden desk to get the blonde's attention.
Shizuo scoffed and closed his notebook. "I don't see your fucking name on it, Orihara."
"Oh but that's where you're wrong, Shizu-chan!" Izaya crooned and placed his pale finger on the corner of the desk. Carved clearly into the wood read: Izaya.
"Tch! Whatever. There's a dozen other places to sit in this- Wait a minute.. W-what the hell did you just call me?!"
His face flushed slightly as he stood from his chair. He grabbed Izaya's collar and lifted him into the air. The raven haired boy raised his hands in surrender and spoke calmly. "Now now, Shizu-chan there's no need to react so harshly!"
Shizuo's face turned even redder and he raised his fist. "Call me that one more time, Orihara. and You won't have any teeth left to wear that smug fucking grin!"
The other students in the room stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the pair.
"Look! Heiwajima is gonna waste Izaya!" The boys in the back jeered.
Izaya's smug expression was crawling under Shizuo's skin like a parasite. He looked around at the kids who had brought out their cell phones to get the whole thing on camera.
He knew that if he knocked Orihara's lights out, it'd be satisfying, of course. But he'd be giving them exactly what they wanted.
No, I'm not letting them win. Not this time. He thought to himself and shut his eyes.
The eager students were openly disappointed as the blonde dropped the smaller boy. "Stupid flea, just drop dead and leave me the hell alone.." He muttered and sulked over to a different seat on the other side of the classroom.
"Maaan! I thought Heiwajima was gonna rip him to shreds for sure!" A boy complained as he put away his cell phone.
"Yeah, how lame was that!" Another whined and threw out his arms.
Izaya fixed the collar on his white shirt and plopped into his seat. He looked over at where Shizuo had moved to. The monster had finally calmed down and was back to scribbling away in his notebook. The other students had gone back to their games and conversations like nothing had happened and the instructor was still snoozing away.
He chuckled to himself about how simple minded these humans were. Speaking of simple minded.. He thought, reaching into his pocket to find the note from before.
He unfolded the tiny paper and read it to himself.
My parents are going out of town this weekend
you should come over and keep me company!
xoxo
Aya
Underneath the writing was the girl's address and her cell number. Izaya closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.
Yeah right.. I know exactly how that would turn out. This is the reason I can't stand the girls at this school anymore..
He leaned back in his chair and looked over towards his current target.
Besides, I've already got my sights set on a cute blonde tsun-stun~ Getting to him would definitely be muuuuchh more fun.
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Shizuo gripped the strap of his backpack and kicked a loose chunk of cement down the sidewalk. This day had been even more stressful than the last. Damn that Orihara. He was like a parasite, and agitated him more than anyone else in the entire school.
Fucking flea.. What is his deal with me anyway? He sighed as he walked to the bus stop at the corner to wait for a ride back to Ikebukuro.
Shizuo wished he could attend school a bit closer to home, but he had been kicked out of every high school for miles.
It wasn't entirely his fault though. No matter where he went, the kids seemed to purposely try and piss him off. Antagonizing him until he turned violent. They made entertainment out of his aggression.
Shizuo had been forced to move out of his parents house and stay with relatives when his confrontations began to become a serious problem. Gangs of thugs would show up outside their home, waiting to get a piece of the strongest kid in the city.
He moved to Ikebukuro with his brother as sort of a fresh start. He met Tom Tanaka on his first day at Raijin. Tom gave him a lot of helpful advice on how to keep others from starting trouble with him, like bleaching his hair blonde so that he would be easy to recognize and earn a reputation.
It worked for a while. But eventually word got around about Shizuo's monster strength in his new school. The jock guys and thugs around town wanted to see how tough he really was, and just like that the pattern had repeated itself. The only thing Shizuo had to look forward to these days, was spending the evenings with his brother Kasuka at Russia Sushi or the arcade.
He closed his eyes as he sat down on the bench and pulled out his headphones to relax to a bit with some music.
Izaya whistled as he walked along the streets and parking lots, balancing himself on the curb humming happily.
"School is finally over! I'm free to do whatever I want now!" He cheered.
His eyes trailed over to the boy who sat a few yards away in the opposite direction.
"And there is definitely something I'd like to be doing.. But sadly, that's going to have to wait." He sighed, placing his hand to his forehead in dramatic emphasis.
"When will Shizu-Senpai notice me?" He whined.
"I guess for now I'll have to stick to admiring my prey from afar. Heh. Though, it doesn't really matter. The chase is precisely what I find the most thrilling!"
He giggled and hopped along the stones of the path.
He headed towards the subway to catch a train to Ikebukuro and treat himself to some Otoro at Russia Sushi.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Moshi-Moshiii~" Izaya chimed as he picked up his phone.
"Hey Izaya, how's your plan moving along?" Shinra asked, trying to contain his laughter, as if he already knew the answer.
"It's moving.. Slowly.. But it's moving." He sighed as he stepped onto the platform and entered the door to the train car.
"Hahaha! Yeah right! I got the video of Shizuo almost kicking your ass after school! He hates your guts!" He cackled on the other end of the phone.
"Just you wait. This isn't even close to being over.." He said through gritted teeth as Shinra mocked him.
"Sure, whatever you say Izaya-kun! You better start thinking of how to get that picture! Maybe it'd be a bit easier if you took Namie out to dinner first! Hahaha!"
Click!
Izaya leaned back and gripped onto the bars of the train.
Stupid Shinra. We'll see how funny it is when you're stuck doing my school work for the next two months. And you can say goodbye to that computer of yours!
He closed his rust colored eyes and composed himself.
No need to worry. I've got this in the palm of my hand. Seducing Shizu-chan might prove to be a bit more difficult than any other situation I've been dealt with, But there's no way I'm gonna lose this bet.. I think I might have an idea.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the note he had gotten from the flighty second year girl. His eyes lit up and he smiled maliciously as he gripped the small paper.
I'll just have to pay Shizu-chan a little visit tonight..