Author Note's: Hey everyone. Thank you so much for reviewing this, I appreciate it very much!

If the first chapter seemed a little bit rushed that's because it was a rough draft that I didn't check at all before I uploaded. I just uploaded it because I thought it was awesome in the wee hours of the morning when I finished it and was curious if people would be interested in me writing more.

This is my first time writing a Durarara story and the future chapter with smut in this one is the first sex scene I've ever written. So we'll see how that goes. I actually wrote about two or three chapters ahead besides the first and this one, all in one go as soon as I thought of this story the other night...writing until I became too tired at 3 am.

I'm open to any critiques or pointers as I'm pretty new to writing. And feel free to point out any grammatical errors. Especially if you feel they are ruining the flow! ;)
~Ailene

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What was that? Izaya turned around to find that Shizuo had snuck up behind him and handcuffed him while he was still kneeling over the toilet. He felt frustrated and scared, but just having purged his stomach, at least he felt more himself. He wouldn't let his most hated enemy see him look weak. He forced a laugh, "Aha. Finally learning tricks from me, I see. Not like you to play dirty." He said it teasingly, but he wondered if Shizuo could sense the bitterness.

Shizuo huffed in indignation, "I fail to see how this is dirty. You practically paraded in here, and then decided you were going to use my facilities to puke your guts out. I'd say you pretty much asked for this."

As much as Izaya wanted to, he couldn't deny that it was the truth. Honestly, he always got himself into bad situations when drunk. But losing the use of his eye...it had frightened him. Doing the job he does...you can't afford to have any disadvantages because someone will use them against you.

Hah! Just like getting drunk and then going to your worst enemy's home. Of course he'd take the advantage, anyone would. Izaya sighed. He knew his mask was cracking, feeling as off center as he was, but he was losing his will to care. Sometimes he felt Shizuo was the only person he could be a little honest with and get away with it. Shizuo knew who he was and he didn't expect anything better from him. He could be his absolute worst, and it wouldn't surprise him.

Shizuo pulled him up. The brute seemed surprised that he allowed him to do so without fuss, but Izaya felt his care for his barriers slipping. Perhaps after today...he would never care again. The thought troubled him and he felt himself start to shake.

Apparently, Shizuo felt it too because he grabbed Izaya's shoulders as if to see if he actually was shaking and he wasn't just imagining things...or perhaps to steady him so he wouldn't fall over. Whichever it was, it just made Izaya feel more exposed and he shrugged out of his grasp. He walked out of the bathroom without a word, feeling Shizuo's eyes on him as he returned to the living room. He felt himself collaspe to his knees, hanging his hand low over the glass coffee table in front of the couch. Don't think. Forget it.

Izaya had noticed upon entering Shizuo's apartment how mismatched all the furniture was. Shizuo had no sense of style at all. The couch was a well used, dark green, with velvet leaves all over it, the arm was falling off, but it was comfortable, so that was probably why Shizuo kept it. He was a creature of comfort after all.

The coffee table however was black, chic and modern...something Izaya would probably have in his office, and nothing like the wooden kitchen chair that sat across from the couch, on the opposite side of the coffee table. It was sturdy and made with a yellow-brown wood that clearly didn't compliment the sleek black metal table or the homely green velvet couch. All in all...it was an eclectic mess. But it had been just about what Izaya had expected.

"So..." Izaya waited with baited breath. "...are you going to kill me now?"

He already suspected the answer. He just hoped Shizuo didn't want to play with him first. He had had enough of that lately. He ground his teeth until it hurt. Perhaps he wanted to die. It would be better than the alternative if came to that.

Would it...? He wondered. He always valued his life more than anything. But he felt like tonight may have changed his values a bit.

He thought perhaps he could escape...but he was handcuffed and Shizuo held the key. And in his slightly less inebriated state, he felt dizzy and confused. His head was too muddled to think properly.

He really was a horrible drunk.

"Why did you come here, Izaya?" Shizuo's voice sounded so calm for a man with anger issues, it almost angered Izaya to see him acting so rationally for once.

"Do what you're going to do...I'm not going to tell you anything." Izaya said callously under his breath, he could feel anger surge, but he didn't want to fall apart in front of Shizuo. He wouldn't go out begging and whining like a coward, and he didn't really want to lose his cool either. Even if that was exactly what he was doing inside. The more his head cleared, the more he realized how bad this idiotic situation he had put himself in really was. This would be the end, there was no way he'd allow himself to be humiliated, he'd fight to the death before he'd allow that.

Izaya never revealed dark secrets to anyone...unless they were too stupid to understand, or about to die by his hand. Either way, those secrets would never come to light and never return to haunt him. And he definitely would not reveal anything personal to the person who was about to kill him.

What he said had infuriated Shizuo though, it was easy to tell. And no sooner had the words left his mouth, then Shizuo grabbed him by the collar and brought their face close. His voice rumbled threateningly, "Tell me or die, flea."

What he didn't understand was why Shizuo was stalling. Did he enjoy seeing him like this; did he enjoy seeing him so helpless? Such disgusting behavior. Izaya's lip started to curl until he realized that he was the same. He enjoyed the helplessness of humans every day...He'd had enough.

"I'll die EITHER WAY SO WHAT DOES IT MATTER." Izaya's look of pure hatred and booming voice shocked Shizuo, it was one of the first honest expressions he had ever seen out of Izaya. And the strength of his voice had rivaled his own. At least, in that moment.

Izaya shook in Shizuo's grip, continuing his glare. "You can take my life, but you won't take my pride. You will never know my thoughts and my reasons. They are my own. If I have nothing else...at least I have my mind."

Shizuo's shoulders slumped suddenly releasing Izaya to the floor, turning away for a moment a hand pressing into his forehead as if he was fighting a headache.

Hmm? This was curious. What a weird reaction. He had expected a lesson in 'humility' or something equally disturbing as what had happened earlier that night, not...this.

"I... was never going to kill you, flea."

Izaya couldn't stop a gasp, "What?" He stared in wonder at Shizuo's face. "I" Shizuo looked at the floor, searching for how to say it before he looked up, "don't hate you."

What? Izaya's mouth gaped, why wouldn't he? He had been toying with him to aggravate him, anger him, on purpose. Had he failed unknowingly?

"Don't get me wrong" Shizuo shifted to a snarl, "I hate when you fuck with me. But when you're like this..." Shizuo sighed and shifted uneasily, glancing away, "I wish we didn't have to fight."

"You..." Izaya's eyes widened, he felt his heart beat quickly. Why was he feeling happy about this? Did he feel the same way? Did he not want to fight this monster?

"...I see."

Shizuo was confused. When he glanced over, Izaya had a look like something just clicked. Then he just began to laugh...slow at first, but it was becoming hysterical. Izaya's mask was back; a smirk melded to his face. "Very good, Shizuo. I almost couldn't tell. Just a bit more...and I would've believed you!" If Izaya hadn't left off the -chan, Shizuo may not have been able to tell. But, Izaya was angry. Just in saying his name differently; he could feel it.

"Should've taken your chance while you had it." Izaya laughed heinously and dashed quickly around Shizuo to the door, opening it with a bit of difficulty with his handcuffs on, but getting it open before Shizuo could rush over. He was out the door and running down the streets just as Shizuo reached his senses.

He heard Shizuo call but he ignored him. I almost...trusted him. The person that hates me the most. I almost let him in.

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