I am so sorry for not uploading this sooner! Like I said on the first chapter and on my profile, I take my times on things. And it TAKES forever to upload something.

Um . . . I'm not proud of this chapter, but I was in a rush to finish it for my viewers. ^^;

Durarara characters DO NOT belong to me.

Shizuo's POV

Noise. There was too much noise.

With the flick of a finger, a cigarette flew and hit the cold forgotten asphalt that was home to other trash that lay around.

"Tch, there's too much noise." Said the owner of the thrown away cigarette.

The man walked away sulking, hands in pockets, and a new cigarette in between his lips. As he walked, people kept away from him, sweat running down their faces. They really didn't like the man, nor did they hate him, but they always felt the need to escape from him sooner or later.

He didn't want them to leave. But somehow, though the citizens of the town promise themselves to keep away from him… to just staying away… they always find a way to get close to him.

And as much as he tried not to, he would scare them away.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" he asked, watching someone stare at him, from fear or not, he wasn't sure. He ran away almost as fast as their eyes met. "Damn," he muttered, exhaling as he pulled his cigarette out. This was always the usual; they pass by, they meet, they run to someone, they come to see what happened, they meet…. Millions of them.

Why couldn't the cycle break?

"Why can't you just be nice, god dammit," he murmured himself, tossing out his cig and staring at it on the ground. It was fading, as was his mood. Sorry, he thought, staring at it. At least you don't have to deal with me anymore. Think of it as me putting you out of your misery.

He stepped on the body before walking over it, leaving the scene.

Izaya's POV

"Oh, Izaya! Come here to eat sushi, I see? We got new fish that came today. Fresh and new!" Simon said. Izaya looked up from his drink that he got earlier.

"Ah, Simon, that's good to hear. I'm up for some fatty tuna anyways!" the young man said to the big Russian man. He came up closer to him in a smirk. "Just ah… make sure it doesn't have the head," he said sheepishly, walking in.

Simon laughed happily, keeping the door open for him and a couple other customers – the day was getting busy with lunch coming around.

When lunch comes around, you can bet the whole district gets crowded like a swarm of flies.

Izaya smiled to himself as he went straight for an empty table booth and sat down. Normally, he would just order his meal and leave before any, unnecessary busy, came around. But he really didn't feel like taking his food to go. It's kind of nice just sitting down enjoying meals instead of running around trying to escape someone that's a monster.

Damn, I'm thinking about him again! The Informant thought in great disgust. Why must that brute keep popping up in the man's thoughts? It was getting pretty annoying.

Having an annoyed look on the young man's face, a few costumers wondered what on earth Izaya was thinking.

After a moment, Simon came along, holding a small tray of fatty tuna. "Ah, sushi for Izaya! Sushi is good. Makes you strong." The Russian man said with his usually smile.

"Thank you, Simon." Izaya smiled at his precious food. His most favorite food in the whole world was fatty tuna. Yep, you can never go wrong with this kind of food. Picking up his pair of chopsticks, he took a piece of the sushi and popped it inside his mouth. The taste was marvelous. It was so good that the young man could just die.

Like that would ever happen.

Shizuo's POV

Having a huge crowd of people swarming around was horrible. That and the fact that anyone could annoy you in any way possible.

That's how people act. They tend to annoy you like there was no tomorrow.

Shizuo was in the park when he heard a couple yelling at one another for some stupid reason. God, how he hated it. Why did people fight one another for a stupid reason?

You might think that Shizuo fought Izaya for his own stupid pleasure. Wrong. Shizuo fought that man for what he did to him back when they were in high school. Izaya sent gangs to hurt Shizuo. Why? Nobody knows. They just know that Izaya hated the man. And the man hated him.

Shizuo narrowed his eyes through his glasses. Yep, any second now, he would explode. He was about to stand up when he felt someone grab his arm. The blonde haired man turned around quickly, fist in the air, ready to punch anyone seven feet away from him. Seeing who it was, he lowered his hand and adjusted his sunglasses.

"Oh, hey Celty," he told his closest friend. "Sorry, I thought you were some jerk ready to get some ass kicking."

The women quickly typed on her PDA a message. :Oh? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you . . . :

Shizuo leaned forward to read the message. He laughed.

"You didn't scare me. You really think I can get scared that easily?"

Celty titled her head to the side before typing into her PDA again. :I guess your right, Shizuo. Nothing can barely scare you.:

Shizuo grinned. That was right. Nothing scared him. Basically the only emotion that he showed was anger.

The women sat down next to Shizuo. Celty, you see, wasn't really human. She was actually a dullahan, a headless rider who appeared among people who were ready to die. She came from Ireland to Japan in search of her missing head. She basically looked everywhere for it. But she soon stopped when she knew that she really didn't need it after all.

The two started talking to one another. They got along well. They were, how you say, the same in a way. Celty was a unseelie fairie, and Shizuo was a human with monstrous strength. Those two weren't supposed to be real. Somehow though, they are.

Real with flesh and bones.