Ah, I agree that the prologue was way too short. Regardless, I am going to continue this fanfiction because I think writing it will be rather enjoyable. The only problem I have now is about how long I should make it, and I'm terribly sorry for the long delay for this chapter, and if there are any mistakes. I'm going to try to get a beta reader :3

Lemme explain one thing first: The Japanese schools work in trimesters. The first trimester begins on April 1, in spring. Elementary schools have grades 1-6, and middle school and high school both have 3 grades each. They don't have 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th or 12th grade. If you're in your first year, you're called a first year, if you're a second year, you're called a second year, and so on.

Enjoy! I don't own Durarara!...

Winter had quickly passed, and spring had come without a warning. Even though the sun shone almost every day, the air was still chilly and crisp, and the flowers had yet to bloom. On this particular sunny yet cold day on the first day of April, Heiwajima Shizuo was about to begin his third year of high school. As a second year student.

The blonde sighed loudly as he trudged towards his school, stopping in front of a convenience store to wait for his friend, Kishitani Shinra. Unfortunately, Shinra had been a rather bright student, and was moving onto his third year of high school with no setbacks. Shizuo watched as the brown-haired male rounded the corner, a biker with a yellow and blue helmet riding slowly beside him. That was the girl who lived at his house. Shinra considered her to be his girlfriend, but she stubbornly refused to acknowledge that fact.

"Bye, Celty," Shizuo heard his friend say as he neared the store, and the black rider tore off to who-knows-where. "Good morning, Shizuo-kun!"
Shizuo grunted back, and the two make their way towards Raijin Academy.

oOo

Shizuo was glad when the opening ceremony finally ended, and he was able to 'hide' in the safety of his own classroom, away from the stares of his former classmates. But it wasn't as if his own classmates weren't curious about him. Even though the blonde had managed to escape the intense glances from the third years, all of the second years were gaping at him, some even going pale from being so close to the strongest student in the school. Luckily, by the time everyone had picked their seats for the trimester, the glances had stopped. Their teacher, Orihara-sensei, was a new teacher at the academy, and would arrive slightly later than the other teachers. As the students of class 2-B sat in their seats, some chattering away to their friends and others looking quietly down at their desks, Shizuo began to wonder about what his new teacher was going to be like. Would he be tall, towering above the whole class? Or would he be short, having to look upwards to see everyone's faces? What did the 'capable' Orihara-sensei look like? Was he actually a good teacher?

Shizuo's mind was still buzzing with questions, even when the teacher walked in through the sliding door, a black binder held on top of his shoulder, the binding nesting into the black shirt the man was wearing. The whole class quieted down as their teacher entered the room, except for a few girls musing about how hot he looked. Shizuo didn't look up until the man started talking, and when he did, he was startled. The teen had been expecting an old and subtle man, not a person who appared to be in his twenties, with a Cheshire grin plastered onto his face!

"Yo, nice to meet you all…eh… I'm your new teacher, Orihara Izaya, and you'll call me Orihara-sensei, of course… Any questions?"

A hand belonging to a rather pretty girl shot up from the back of the room. "Ano, if you don't mind me asking, Orihara-sensei, but how old are you?"

The man's grin never faltered, and he opened his mouth to speak. "Forever twenty-one."

Giving her teacher a strange look, the girl slowly nodded, and put her hand back down.

Izaya clapped, and the whole classes' heads turned back to look at him. "Now, let's begin the class introductions!"

oOo

The rest of homeroom went by quickly, followed by a long class of math. Shizuo growled throughout the whole period; he had learned this already! Just because he was held back because of his sudden outbursts (he refused to call them violent) didn't mean that he was an idiot. If you took away his brutal tendencies, he was actually quite the good student. So after yawning through an hour and half of arithmetic, he was finally free from the dull class. Rather than having to sit through another painfully long and boring class, Shizuo was now free to roam the hallways of the school, since it was break time already. But rather than wandering around, he decided to go pay a visit to Shinra and see how his friend was doing in his new class.

"Ah, Shizuo-kun!" The blonde teen wasn't surprised to see that the brown-haired teen had already left his classroom and was walking down the stairs to where his class was, waving when he saw Shizuo standing at the foot of the staircase. "How was class?"

"I didn't learn a damn thing!" the other replied, not bothering to take the irritation out of his voice. "What's the point of holding me back, anyways? It's not like being in the same grade two years in a row will help be to become a better person."

"You never know, Shizuo-kun! Maybe they did it for a reason… Is there anyone in your class that looks out of the norm?"

Shizuo shook his head.

"Then maybe it's your new teacher, Orihara-sensei! Perhaps the principle wanted to see if he could change you? That letter did say that Orihara-sensei was very experienced, right?"

"How do you know what it said–" the blonde stopped talking when he realized that Shinra had been the first person he showed the letter to. "Experienced? Experienced my ass. He looks about the same age as us."

"Some people just look young, Shizuo-kun."

"Well, he did claim to be forever twenty-one, whatever that meant. Ah, whatever!" Shizuo sighed, doing a slight facepalm. "I don't care anymore. What sets me off the most is that I have to sit through every single class again, listening to the same crap as last year. I –"

Before Shizuo finished saying his sentence, the bell rang, signaling the start of the next class. Shinra quickly dashed halfway up the staircase and stopped to wave and say a few last words to his friends. "Bye, Shizuo-kun! I'll see you at lunch, then! Don't create too much trouble just yet. There's only two classes, I'm sure you'll be fine!" Waving one more time, the brunette turned and disappeared, leaving Shizuo to hurry back to his own classroom as well.

How was it? This was kind of a chapter that just made the setting of the story clear and all. I might include some of the plot stuff in the next chapter, and I'll definitely try my best to have it done by the end of next week, though I can't promise that.

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