Well, I'm an awful writer. I should have updated this ages ago, but I had to go on holiday and Summer started and tumblr. Oh lord, tumblr.

So yeah, really sorry. I'm also caught up with a load of half written Spamano oneshots, so they might be a thing soon. One can only hope. This is much smaller than I hoped, by the way. Sorry about that as well. There's gonna be one more proper chapter, but do you guys want a chapter with the Prophet and Celty? Because I didn't actually plan on telling the story behind those two, but I suppose I can if there's demand. Have fun with 10 by the way, he's in this chapter.

Enjoy!

9:00 PM

The two were quite a sight.

They were strolling through the packed street, softly lit by the warm sunset calling to the end of another busy day for Ikebukeroers near and far, ignoring the stares as people fearfully wondered whether the apocalypse was upon them. Every now and again, one of the smaller male's contacts would walk up to the larger and offer him whatever he wanted for the safe return of the man he had supposedly 'kidnapped'. No to mention the friends of the larger who would freak out and dial 999, asking for the police in panicked voices.

So yeah, the relationship was going well.

They'd just begun their walk back to Izaya's apartment after dinner at Russian Sushi, which Simon had managed to get them for free (Shizuo had mentioned his sneaking suspicion that the intimidating Russian had payed for the whole thing himself and they'd both agreed to put in some money to leave as a hefty tip for him, as thanks). They'd started to hold hands after about the fifth stare because they were sick of the shock and both had a little desire to mess with the world, because damn those idiots who thought just because you throw a few vending machines and flick a few knives means you can't be in a healthy relationship. They'd managed it after all.

"I'll text you later then, Shizu-chan?" Izaya suggested as they reached Shizuo's apartment. His boyfriend merely grunted, not nearly as annoyed by the name as he was previous to the 'diary incident', as they'd dubbed it.

"Sure," he muttered, pulling Izaya close in order to awkwardly kiss him on the head before turning and walking briskly to the building, his face bright red.

Izaya smirked at his boyfriend's awkwardness. The fact that they were actually together had helped so much when it came to dealing with his new anxiety. He walked down the pavement, smiling happily and scaring children, as he thought over their relationship. Their first date had been spectacular, if you decided not to count the fact Shinra had given them both therapy the next morning. It was nice to see that the doctor cared, at the very least.

He was dragged out of his reverie by someone suddenly grabbing his arm and pulling him into an alleyway. Instantly, Izaya was on his guard. He whipped out his knife and held it threateningly at the person, before pausing.

Did he know this guy?

His attacker was strange to say the least. His hair stuck up in a wild fashion which, accompanied by his scruffy long coat draped over a loosely fitting suit, made him seem slightly insane. His facial expression did nothing to fight this thought, as his eyes were large and stared at Izaya with a strange expression. Like he had just found something he'd given up searching for a long time ago.

"Who are you?" Izaya mumbled, his voice seeming to come from a million miles away. This seemed to shock the man out of his study. He opened his mouth to speak, before closing it again and scrunching his face up.

"I'm the Doctor. You're... the Prophet." There it was again. That name.

"I'm not... My name is Izaya Orihara. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh," the Doctor murmured. "Oh! I get it! You used the- yes!" His face broke into a grin.

"Well, Izaya Orihara, I must get going. People to see, planets to save. Good luck with your watch," he said, shaking Izaya's limp hand excitedly.

"My watch!?" Izaya exclaimed. "How do you know about that?"

The Doctor turned around and tapped his nose. "All in good time." He skipped away, and after a few seconds of shocked staring, Izaya ran after him, just in time to catch him enter a blue 'Police Box'.

"Hey! Izaya!" He turned to see Shinra waving at him. Not now Shinra, dammit. He turned back again, but...

The box had disappeared.