I DO NOT OWN DURARARA!

...should be doing homework should be doing homework should be doing homework


Frowning, Izaya agitatedly paced about his office. He almost understood why Shizuo smoked so much.

"Who could it be; who could it be; who could it be...dammit, Shinra.!"


When Namie finally walked in several hours later, as the sun was beginning to shine in the sky, she found the black haired man plucking books and binders out of their shelves and tossing them over his shoulder or shoving them in unrelated shelves. The secretary sighed in an attempt to calm herself as she set her possessions down at her desk. She then went over to the information broker with a discarded binder in hand and hit him on the head lightly with it.

"Now now, Namie~ You know you can't kill me~"
"I can dream," she said as she began fixing the mess. "Don't take your frustration out on me, by the way."
"Frustration? Hehe, what frustration~?" Izaya grinned as he sat in his swivel chair.
All he recieved was a brief glare.

The pale man sighed dramatically, "You're just no fun~"
"Go to Ikebukuro and bother that Heiwajima. Get killed while you're at it."
"In a bit, in a bit~. Make me some tea first- I pulled an all nighter."


Feeling awkward, Shizuo fixed his glasses as he waited for either Shinra or Celty to answer the door.

"Huh, Shizuo? So great to see you~"
"You just saw me yesterday, Shinra. No need to be so exuberant," Shizuo said, shaking his head slightly with a sigh.
"I guess. Anyways, come in- what do you need?"
"I'm only...Are you still being stalked?" the blond lowered his voice.
"Hmm? Oh, no. He's probably sulking in his office or something like that. Depends if he's alone. Why do you ask?"

The bodyguard fished out of his vest his own response letter and thrust it into Shinra's hands. With that, the taller man turned on his heels and began to walk away as the doctor looked at the envelope in his hands, "See ya."

Strolling through Ikebukuro, Shizuo was in a good mood aside from the slight headache he was receiving. It was later on in the day, when he heard an irritatingly familiar voice that he realized the cause of his headache.

"What's up, Shizu-chan~?"


Izaya could see the older man's body tense up the moment he had uttered his nickname. He could feel his own grin widen and he fingered several knives in his jacket pockets.

The blond man a yard or so in front of him slowly turned to face him. "..How many times now has it been that I've told to stay the hell out of Ikebukuro now, flea?"
"Hehe~ I'd say at least 238 times this year, Shizu-chan~. But, shall we just cut to the chase~?"
A dangerous grin of murderous intent found its way onto the blond's face. A grin that information broker was very familiar with.

"Gladly," the older man replied, simultaneously uprooting a nearby stop sign.

Stepping back in anticipation of the sign about to be swung, Izaya threw three knives in quick succession. As the sign did in fact fly through where he had been, two of the knives clanging off of the metal and the third knife barely missing the blond's head, the younger man lightly hopped back several more yards.
A snarl rose out of Shizuo and he viciously threw the stop sign, it landing in the exact spot from which Izaya had barely managed to step away from.
The everwidening and everpresent cheshire grin upon his face, the information broker laughed a bit as he threw several more knives at the taller man.

"IZAYA!" the ex-bartender bellowed, giving chase.


Several hours, vending machines, and sign posts later, the troublesome younger man had finally managed to slip away.

"Hehe, you're far too reactive not to bother, Shizu-chan~," Izaya chuckled to himself, ringing Shinra's doorbell.

"Hmm, Izaya? What're you do-"
"Where's my letter, Shinra?" the younger man asked, his eyes gleaming expectantly.
The doctor sighed and shook his head, "You don't have enough patience.."
"I have plenty of patience."
"Of course, of course," the bespectacled man rolled his eyes, "just not right now."
"Precisely," the information broker beamed. "Now anyways, letter."
"Just give me a few moments, Izaya."

And true to his word, Shinra returned several moments later with a letter in hand. "Here you are, now go get some sleep. It's not healthy to get as little as you do on a regular basis. And just come to me when you have a letter. I'll come to you when I get his letters. Go it?"
"You're such a worrywart, Shinra~~ And fine, fine. But if I don't get a letter within 3 or 4 days after sending mine I'm going to pester you as much as I bug Shizu-chan~."
"Then the same will hold for me...except for the bothering part. I'll find other ways to make you write."
"My, my~ Well, I'll be off~" the information broker grinned mischievously before turning away into the darkness.

'[Does he realize how obsessed he sounds about Shizuo..?]' the dullahan asked the doctor as he shut the door.
"Maybe...Maybe not. Regardless, he just needs him for the attention," he shrugged in response.
'[How childish...I still don't get how you can read both Izaya- whose face is almost always masked in an irritating smirk- and me- whose face well...I don't even have a head to begin with.]'


As the talked about information broker, began his way home, he stared at the envelope in his hand. On its front was a simple, almost crude writing which read "Tsugaru".

'To Psyche,

I don't like the Internet. I have my reasons. And I honestly don't want to meet you that much. I'm fine with these letters.
And the envelope was closed still when I got it.
And I guess I'll say something about myself in turn. Hrmmm, my only actual friends are Shinra, Celty, another person I went to high school with, my boss, and then my brother.

Aside from what else I've written, there's not really anything else I have to say.

-From Tsugaru'

"This handwriting is far too ugly to be a girl's...Sounds a bit like Dotachin but his handwriting isn't this bad...Walker would have mentioned manga or anime..Togusa would have Kaztano as a friend...Not Mikado because he would have definitely mentioned Anri or Masaomi...Most definitely not Shizu-chan...but what if Shinra after I left..." Izaya muttered to himself obsessively.


Sometimes I really hate Fanfiction...especially when I'm trying to save some progress and then it's all like "lol you're totally not logged in 'n stuff and you, like, just lost all your progress, derp'

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed. ^^; I'm going to...hopefully actually do my homework XD

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