I do not own Durarara! Or any of it's characters. Characters in this fic will be slightly OC. Izaya, Shizuo and others will still have many characteristics as they do in the anime/novel.

Warning: Language, and yaoi.

Note: Just a heads up, I apologize for the awkward transitions in the story. Um, I use a crappy Microsoft words and when I put it on Fanfiction it gets messed up… I can't really fix it. But any who, please enjoy the third chapter.

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Izaya's point of view.

"Three years ago."

I faced Shizuo, we were sitting on his couch. Shizuo hugged his knees, listening intently. The look on his face was almost childish, it made my stomach flutter.

"I was just at home. Normal day, you know? Doing homework with my sisters. My mom was in the kitchen making Ootoro, my favorite." I chuckled, and Shizuo smiled lightly before I continued.

"My dad, was… a man of complications. He had a drinking problem, he was rarely home. My mom practically raised my sisters and I because my dad would always be out drinking with friends. Mom hid behind a fake smile, but I knew she was in pain because of my father. I would hear her crying every night. Still, she managed to pull through. Until my dad came home that night.

Shit faced drunk, and angry. He started yelling at my mom, throwing her around like a rag doll. My sisters whimpered, and we hurried upstairs without my father noticing. That made me feel sick, I left my mother. But, I had to protect my sisters. We hid in the closet, where the yelling and thrashing kept on going, and my sisters were sobbing into my shirt. Everything was cut short when I heard my mom scream and plead… A gunshot. POP!"

Shizuo shivered, eyes wide… his mouth slightly open. I closed my eyes, and sighed.

"I stopped breathing, my head felt dizzy. My sisters sobbing got louder but I shushed them, held them, and braced for what would happen next. He eventually, came up the stairs. I remember hearing him curse under his breath, calling my mom a bitch, a bunch of terrible things you can probably imagine. My sisters and I were completely silent… almost like we were waiting, waiting for our death. However my dad just came in the room… sat and the bed… and shot himself in the head."

I looked up at Shizuo and smiled. Shizuo's face was frozen with fear.

"Izaya-"

"Well, and that's that." I said, putting my arms behind my head.

Shizuo took a deep breath, "I remember that" he told me. I looked at him with an awed expression, and he continued.

"On the news. I remember that… and it was you, and your two sisters."

"That's right. My sisters are in foster care right now. Every once in awhile I visit them… but" Izaya's eyes watered for a second, and then he sniffled. "They're scarred."

Shizuo nodded, and rested his face between his legs.

"So that's why you're so quiet, Izaya."

"I shut down after that. I still am… not so much after the time we've spent together today. I mean hell, I'm doing about a weeks worth of talking for me!" I threw my arms up and sat back against the couch. I just told somebody my story, my tragedy. I just told it to Shizuo of all people!

"So, what about you, Shizu-chan?"

"Excuse me… Shizu-chan?"

"… Yeah, has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"Don't know if I like it… you know, you're acting rather cocky right now. You just told me the most tragic thing I've heard in ages."

"Yeah? Well… I try my best not to fret about it. Might as well enjoy this dream while I can."

"Why do you keep referring to dreams, Izaya?"

"Because right now…" I gulped, "I'm living my dream."

"What is your dream exactly?"

"To be with the one that understands me…" I said, already regretting it. I shouldn't have said it like that….

"I'm… the one? You make it sound like…" Shizuo started to blush, and I started to freak.

"Well- uh… See it's like-" I started, but instead my eyes laid upon Shizuo's smile that was forming. That was unexpected.

"Do you want to hear what my dream sounds like?"

"What would that be, Shizu-chan?"

"I want to escape. Just for a bit, with somebody. To get out of this damned town full of fools and douche bags… you know what I mean?"

"That I do." I said, my heart was dancing, palms were sweaty. It's times like these where I feel incredibly week against the blond. Damn him… I just can't help it.

"We're going, you and I man."

"What? Shizuo-"

"Come on… let's go somewhere where we can do whatever the hell we want!" Shizuo exclaimed, and I began to grin.

"Well, what about money? Did that ever occur to you, Shizu-chan?"

"Of course it did. And stop calling me that. You get pretty aggravating when you have sugar."

"It's not so much the sugar. I'm more like me." I laughed, narrowing my eyes into his, and he furrowed a brow.

"So, no more innocent, flustered, blushing?"

"Well… I can't stop the blushing. But if you like me innocent…"

"No. Just be you." Shizuo rolled his eyes, and I smiled with satisfaction.

This is great! I've never felt so alive. I finally got to talk to the guy I never thought I'd be able to approach, and he's so a lot better than I sought him out to be. He actually see's me! Oh man this is just wonderful!

"So, about the money?" I asked him, and he shifted off the couch, and over to a closet across the room. In the closet, he pulled out a duffle bag.

"What are you, a con artist?" I asked, and he started to double over in laughter.

"Wow, so I was right…" I said, and he threw the bag towards me. I zipped open the bag, which revealed hundreds of bills.

"No, not a con artist…"

I looked inside to view the contents.

"What the fuck… how did you-"

"That… is my college money actually." he rubbed the back of his head, and I started to laugh. All of this laughing was starting to hurt my gut.

"We're splurging all of your college funds?"

"Hell yeah!"

"… You're an idiot."

Shizuo glared up at me, and I waved my hands around assuring him.

"Don't be so mad I'm just teasing!" I said, and he huffed a breath.

"Izaya, come here."

I walked over next to him and he pulled me close.

"There's something you need to know about me." he told me, and I was shaking under the grip he had on my shirt.

"Y-yeah?" I said, shocked when he lifted up my chin to face my face towards his.

"I have a short fuse-"

"I know-"

"DON'T… piss me off." he warned, and I nodded. As serious the situation was, his tone was unbelievably attractive.

And the way he touched me…

"I'll try, Shizuo. But I'm able to be so open with you… you're making me like this." I told him, and with that he let go.

"You should probably stay the night." he said, and I felt jittery.

"Oh… well, I don't have to Shizu-chan…"

"I want you to. Just hang tight… we'll leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Are you serious, what about school?"

"Come on Izaya, the sooner the better. I've been waiting years for this."

"What about your parents?" I asked him, and he looked at me, face cold like stone.

"Don't have them right now, got kicked out."

"Why?"

"My short fuse…" he sighed.

"Oh… makes sense I guess. Well, okay Shizu-chan. I'll go with you."

Shizuo smiled, and took a seat next to me.

"Izaya, why is this the first time we're meeting? I mean… it's like, you're the kinda person I've been looking for."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's just… you understand me, you listen- you know how I really am."

There was something about the way Shizuo talked to me. Like… he was having the same kind of thoughts as me.

Wait… that can't be right… what if he's-

"You're a nice guy, Shizuo. As for as I know. But let me tell you another thing about me…" I said, and he leaned in closer, curious.

"I can read people like an open book."

"…"

"You're hiding secrets just like me, that's why we connect so well- on some parts at least. You're jock like at school, a flirt to girls and a princely type to the whole student body. You have a temper though that you try to hide, no parents to guide you… and there's something else you wont tell me."

Shizuo gulped.

'Gotcha,' I thought.

"That's a lie, there's nothing to hide."

"Mhmm… okay." I said, and smirked at him. Oh this was so much fun!

I might actually have a chance. My dreams are really coming true!

"Whatever, like I'd ever tell you. You'd probably laugh."

"No I won't…"

"I'm not going to tell anyone, okay?"

I frowned, "You will though."

"How do you know that?"

"I have some ideas, and remember, other secrets of my own."

"…" Shizuo turned away.

I got up and sat back down on the couch.

"Izaya."

"Hmmm?"

"About your story… I'm really sorry."

"Just… forget about it. Now you know… what it's been like all these years. Why I never talked to anybody." I looked away from him.

"… But now you've gotten to know me. I'm pretty great, huh?" I snickered, and he rolled his eyes- almost a little too far back.

"More like, annoying, kind of like a flea."

"Hey!" I yelled, throwing a pillow at his head, "RUDE."

"Tch…" he said, picking out more things from his closet. Shizuo and I packed for the rest of the day. He remained silent for the most part and so did I.

My whole day started off as ordinary. I got up from my ordinary bed and sipped my bland, ordinary tea. I got to school, did ordinary work and drank more bland tea. But when I bumped into Shizuo in the hall- my dream flickered on. My inner most fantasies are coming to life. I'm able to be me in front of him without being judged! Without feeling uncomfortable. Outstanding… just brilliant! And now… something more is in store for me. His secret, is what I look forward to unraveling.

I also, look forward to making him fall in love with me.

So here's chapter three. Things are starting to cook up a bit… beginning was a bit dark too. But behold, Izaya's past. In this chapter you saw Izaya come out of the cocoon. Now we're going to see what he's really like… as he gets to be more comfortable with Shizuo.

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