Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! or it character. All original characters are of my own design and creation.

Author's Note: Due to the glitch earlier today, it's double chapter upload day! Thank you to the Anonymous reviewer earlier today. I can't thank you personally via PM like the others without a name but still thank you :). Also, since my stories are winding down, I'm instituting a new contest. Reviewer number 10 gets their own drabble completed (I always wanted to do something like this but never had the time).


She realizes that it's childish really. That it's stupid. It's stupid really that she's spending more time debating on which flavor of juice boxes to get than the apartment she just got, but she really doesn't care. It's also stupid to make a special trip just for juice boxes, but she really doesn't care about that either. The store she found last night didn't have them and she wanted juice boxes not juice.

It may seem trivial to someone else, but to her it's a big difference. And it's not like she had anything else better to do today.

Nausika literally weighs her options in her hands, brow furrowed and a pout on her face. She likes apple, but she really wants fruit punch. She finally gets frustrated, mutters screw it, and tosses both sets in her basket.

'I'll drink the damn things anyway.'

She wishes Chidori were here. She'd feel better about getting two sets of juice boxes and the younger Yumi could tell her if she'd like it or not with her sight. It was easier to shop with Chidori. She knew when the sales were coming, if new things we're good or disgusting, and which bags of Skittles had the best red/purple to other color ratios. And if she was wrong, she'd eat the green ones so Nausika wouldn't have to. She's is pretty sure Chidori screwed up her predictions on purpose now and then just to get a free bag to herself.

'But oneee-saann! I can't be right all the time!'

Nausika smiles faintly at the memory of her sister's whining. She's suddenly in the mood for Skittles, but the thought of getting them puts a brick in her stomach.

She'd probably end up with mostly green ones anyway.


Shizuo is not having the best day.

His and Tom's clients of the day had been difficult to say the least. One had tried to run. Another had tried to hide in his apartment like they were idiots and could hear him. Another pair had actually tried to fight him and Tom off. That….did not go well for them. Shizuo is pretty sure one of them still hadn't woken up yet from the punch Shizuo gave him.

Shizuo sighs heavily and takes another drag of his smoke.

He's leaning up against the brick wall of a building, smoking a cigarette, and waiting for Tom to get done with the client inside.

Tom had told him to just stay here and if he wasn't out in fifteen minutes he could come in and rough the guy up a little bit.

He feels a little put off by it, like he's an attack dog told to sit until its master needs him, but he tries to not let it bother him. Or at least bother him too much.

Shizuo glanced up at the crowd passing by before he takes another drag, but stops before the cigarette reaches his mouth. 'Yellow jacket….That's that girl that from last night, right? The one with the flea…Izaaaaya…!' Shizuo growls quietly as his blood begins to boil at the thought of the informant being back in town. He breaks the cigarette in half before dropping it and crushes it under his shoe.

"Well, that was easy enough. I love it when they give up quietly." Tom says as he walks out of the building, sliding the wad of bills into his jacket. Tom's brows rise when he sees Shizuo, all wound up like he's looking for a fight. "Hey, man, you ok?"

"Yeah, fine Tom." Shizuo says, but it's not very convincing. "Hey Tom, you mind if I take a break for a bit?"

Tom's expression flashes in surprise at the question before shrugging. "Yeah, sure. Why? You got somewhere you need to be?"

"Yeah, I'll see you later." Shizuo mutters before he walks down the street. Tom sighs and shakes his head. 'I really hope he doesn't break anything expensive this time'


Nausika walks down the crowded street with a plastic bag of her purchases in one hand and a juice box in the other. People look at her oddly. It's an interesting sight, she supposes, what with a tall blonde in her twenties with purple highlight in white shades and a yellow biker jacket sipping a juice box meant for children.

She doesn't care though. She has long since recovered from the addiction most people suffer from about giving a damn about what other people thought of her. She realizes that this attitude is probably not cohesive to her decision to lead a new life, but she doesn't give a damn about that either. She honestly doubts she'll be here that long anyway. This place bores her already. And it's only been three days.

"Hey you," Nausika stops walking and looks over her shoulder at the blonde in blue sunglasses behind her. "Where is he?" Shizuo demands, hands fisted in his pockets with a sneer on his face.

"He? He who?" Nausika asks, flipping up her shades and turning around to meet him. 'Didn't I pour orange soda on that kid? No, grape. I drank an orange soda after.'

"The flea, Izaya, where is he?" Shizuo clarifies in a rough tone.

"That shadey kid in the tacky coat? I don't know. I don't know the guy." She tells him in a bored tone, continuing to sip her juice causally.

"Don't give me that crap!" Shizuo yells, becoming with her attitude and how she was brushing him off. "You were with him the last two times, so where is he?!"

"Like I said, I don't know. He just came up to me the other day. What is he, your boyfriend or something*?" Nausika asks with an arched brow before both go up at the expression on the blonde man's face.

"What you say?!" Shizuo roars, reaching out and crushing a lamp post in his fist before uprooting it from the ground.

"Whoa…that escalated rather quickly." Nausika says with a curious expression before she smiles plainly. "Sorry, didn't mean to piss you off dude. Juice box?" She offers and holds out her bag while taking a sip of her own.

"Don't call me dude! And don't be so causal!" Shizuo demands angrily.

"So…no juice box? I already opened the fruit punch…" She says, shaking the bag at him a little. In any other circumstance, Shizuo is sure this just would have pissed him off. He doesn't want a damn juice box! But somehow he calms down but still has a scowl on his face. "You wanna put that down? You're makin' me nervous." Nausika tells him in a bored tone and Shizuo seems to realize he has the post in hand. He tosses it down the adjacent alley way before stuffing his hands in his pockets again.

Shizuo rubs the back of his head. He's a little embarrassed by his behavior and that he's wrong. He also realizes that it's probably not in his best interest to intimidate some woman. 'Dumbass…' "So you don't know where the flea is then?"

"Negative." Nausika replies plainly, dropping her arm when she realizes her offer of juice has not been accepted and her empty box in the trash before slipping her hand in her back pocket.

"Damnit!" Shizuo roars in anger, he had been almost hoping to pummel the rat to brighten up his day. He realizes that he's doing it again and reels in his anger before he releases it on this stranger again. "Tch! Well, word of advice since your new in town, stay away from him. He's nothing but trouble."

"Thanks…." Nausika droned with an arched brow. Who was this guy to tell her who to talk to and who to not? Not that she planned to talk to this Izaya guy, or anyone really, but still…

"Hey, Shizuo! Come on, the boss just called. We gotta get across town." Tom calls from down the street, waving to get the blonde's attention.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'!" Shizuo calls back, waving him off. He turns back to Nausika and rubs the back of his head again. "Sorry I came up to you like that. He just makes me so angry!" The former bartender growls slightly with a deep scowl on his face.

"I never would have guessed." She says in the same tone, but with a smirk this time. Shizuo smiles a little, seeing that she isn't angry, which surprises him, and shrugs.

"Yeah, so sorry, uh…"

"Nausika." She offers carefully. Shizuo furrows his brows.

"Nausika? What kind of name is that?"

"Mine, what kind of a name is Shizuo?" She retorts. She was always a quick learner and could put two and two together from the name down the street. Tom apparently she gathered. Shizuo grimaces angrily.

"You shouldn't talk to people you don't know like that!" He scolds, but she doesn't seem to care.

"Practice what you preach." She tells him and he can tell that no she really doesn't care.

Shizuo growl and snaps around on his heels quickly to leave. He can feel himself getting annoyed and angry and very close to throwing something. Still, Shizuo looks back over his shoulder on his way back to Tom as that yellow jacket disappears into the crowd.

He has the oddest feeling. Almost like when he met Celty for the first time. He couldn't explain it really, how it was different or the same. He just knew something was different about her. He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

"Who was that Shizuo?" Tom asks once the blonde is by his side again.

"Some girl." Shizuo says calmly nudging up his shades and missing Tom's curious look.

"Hm…she's cute. Think she's got cute friends." Tom asks elbowing the taller man slightly as the head down the street.

Shizuo flinches a little bit; irritated that Tom is teasing him. "Shut up Tom-san." Shizuo mutters and Tom chuckles at the blonde's irritation.


Happy Double Chapter day! Any and all feedback and input is appreciated. Remember, number 10 gets a drabble fic! (Those log-in my only participate, I need to be able to communicate with you).

Thank you for reading!

*-Shizaya fans your welcome. And no, I am not against Shizaya (I actually like that too)