I haven't updated in a while, been busy with some stuff. ;-; Who knew freshmen year would be so busyful. ANYWHO~! Im back and ready to update things, so keep your hands and feet in the ride at all times and enjoy.

Haruki: Zesty doesn't own Durarara, and never will. She'll never own Crispin Freeman either.

Zesty: B-BUT KYON, AND SHIZUO, AND ALUUUUUUUUUCARD

Haruki: =_= Nope.

Onward~!

Quite frankly, Haruki was in no mood to get up. No mood to do anything really, which was rather unlike herself. Dragging herself out of bed, she sluggishly showered and dressed. Trudging out the door, the lithe brunette made her way out onto the sidewalk. Her ribs were still a bit sore, and she did have Shinra's doctors note to excuse her from P.E, and Softball, but she still dreaded her day anyway.

"So much walking…so much sleep Im missing out on…" The girl whined, again, which was unlike herself. Trying to stay upbeat as possible, she hummed the opening theme to her favorite anime; Which was rudely interrupted by the sound of an unpleasant voice, with uncanny timing.

"Haru-chaaaaaaan~!" She whipped around to see maroon eyes staring directly at her. Her shoulders slumped.

"It's you again…Orihara-san…"

"Oh, you don't seem happy to see me. I'm wounded~!" Izaya feigned hurt, chuckling and patting the girl's shoulder.

"I thought I should see you off to school today, there's no telling when Shizu-chan will blow his top and use you as target practice again~."

"Shaddup." Haruki whacked the back of Izaya's head with her school bag, earning a slight glare from him. The jolly informant merely spun in front of her, taking her hand and running in the opposite direction.

"H-Hey! School is that way ya dimwit!" She scolded his actions, while he merely grinned that Cheshire grin of his.

"Forget school today, there's somethin' much more fun going on~!"

Shizuo had just about had enough of the scum bag in front of him. Using his own children as payment to a fucking debt? The ex-bartender was losing the miniscule amount of patience he had, he could already feel his hands twitching. Tom, on the other hand, spoke calmly as usual, keeping an impassive face all the while.

"J-Just take em, my wife don't need em, I don't either!" The three children huddled in the corner and glared at their father. Shizuo's patience dropped to zero as he grabbed the nearest stopsign and pulled it out of the ground, aiming to swing down at his head.

"Goddammit Orihara-san, where are we going?!" The voice of a girl could be heard from a somewhat short distance away, and Shizuo's ears picked up on the voice.

It scares people. Doesn't it.

The voice echoed in his head as he dropped the sign with a scowl, cursing under his breath as he turned in the direction of the voice. Mildly surprised, Shizuo watched as his nemesis pulled his newfound brunette acquaintance down the street, smirking and laughing all the way.

"Flea…and that kid…" The blonde walked off, leaving a slightly confused Tom, and a cowering bastard with his children.

"We're almost there, just a few more blocks~!" Izaya chirped annoyingly, much to Haruki's dismay. Sighing, the pink-eyed girl had no choice but to follow along. Izaya's maroon-colored eyes light up in devilish delight at the sight before them, oh yes the sight of a turned over bus and a group of students huddled off to the side. Sheets were strewn across the street, and Haruki stared in confusion.

"W-what…what the hell happened here…?" The brunette barely managed to make the words out as she carefully processed the scene before her.

"Your softball team had a bit of an…accident, today~." Izaya responded, smirking widely at Haruki's shocked expression.

"See those sheets~? Those are your classmates who were unfortunate enough to get crushed in the ordeal!" He pressed his hands together in a clap, to resemble a crushing motion.

"…." Haruki didn't even know what to respond with, however, she was filled with no remorse or sadness. Her thoughts swirled about with possible scenarios that could've led to this outcome.

"Is this all, Orihara-san?" The girl spoke with little feeling in her voice.

"Hmm?"

"If this was all you wanted me to see, can I go back to school? I have things to do, you know." Izaya raised an eyebrow. Twas an unexpected response from the girl. He expected her to break down, or to turn and run off.

"You don't seem to care?" Izaya put his hands on his hips and leaned towards her.

"No..I can't say I do." Haruki responded truthfully, turning on her heel and walking off down a crowded sidewalk. The raven haired man narrowed his eyes slightly, though a smirk forming on his face.

"Interesting."

Haruki was silently fuming inside. Izaya made her miss her bus, and an hour and a half of school, to see some dead bodies and traumatized students? Had she wanted to see that, she would've just opened a copy of "Highschool of the Dead.". She sighed, shaking her head and continuing to walk, before bumping into something.

"Ow, watch where you-" She looked up, staring into golden-brown eyes.

"Shizuo-san, it's you." Said man looked down at the short girl.

"You were with the flea. Thought I told you to stay away from him, he's bad news." Shizuo frowned at her, to which Haruki simply shrugged.

"He found me first, sorta out of my control." The girl frowned at the cigarette in his mouth, plucking it out and tossing it aside.

"Where's the gu-…." Her pink eyes widened, watching Shizuo hit the ground, and a few men dressed in black (And one in white) approach from behind.

"Ms. Kamijou..hello." The man dressed in white bowed respectfully and held his hand out.

"Would you come along please?"

"Why?"

"It's important business, Miss." Haruki's shoulders slumped. Week one, great. Week two?

"Aw fuck this…"

So I feel like Im doing badly ._. I always had a habit of paying too much attention to detail, so the story kinda seems dragged on…oh well I guess. Thanks for reading, review.