A/N: The actual plot will start in a few chapters. Maybe the next one? I'm just trying to get the story started. I know, I should have done that by now, but..eh.
Warnings: OC, OOC, swearing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara. And it makes me sad. I also don't own the name Izaya Whorihara. I wish I did. It's brilliant.
I was walking through the streets of Ikebukuro, not really sure where I was going. I had done the shopping I needed to do, meaning that I had nothing to do for the rest of the day. 'Wow, I live a boring life. Eh. I prefer it like it is now, compared to before..'
"Hey! Are you Kiyomi Yuka?" A voice asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"..Yes. Who's asking?" I questioned. The voice belonged to a boy with blonde hair and light brown eyes.
"Only your biggest fan, Masaomi Kida!" He said excitedly.
I smiled warmly at him and shook the hand that he offered.
"This is my best friend Ryugamine Mikado," he introduced, gesturing to a boy with black hair and light black eyes, "And Sonohara Anri." A girl was with them with glasses and black hair.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ryugamine-san, Sonohara-san," I told them, bowing slightly.
"A-ah, you too," Mikado smiled. Anri just nodded her head.
"Why are you in Ikebukuro?" Kida inquired.
"I recently finished my tour, so I thought I would take a break," I answered.
"You're living in Ikebukuro?" He gasped, eyes widening.
"Yup, I just moved here," I replied.
"That's amazing! My idol is living in the same city as me!" He gushed, "Can I have your autograph?"
"Sure. Do you have a pen?" I asked. He patted himself down and shook his head, turning to Anri and Mikado. They shook their heads in reply.
"Oh man! I can't believe this!" Kida wailed.
"Well, if you want to, I can give you my address. You can come by any time you want," I offered.
Kida's smile was so big that I thought his face would break.
"That would be awesome!" He nearly shouted.
I smiled and told him my address while he typed it in his phone. We talked for a few more minutes before we went our separate ways. While I walked, I pondered why I so readily gave him my address. The answer came to me quickly: I needed more friends. I only knew Celty, Shinra, Simon and Shizuo. Oh, and Izaya too, but I'm not sure if that counts..
I shrugged; Kida seemed like a nice enough kid. Easily excitable.
I continued walking around the city aimlessly, so I was surprised when I ended up at Russian Sushi.
"Ah! Yui-san here to eat sushi?" Simon questioned.
I gave him a small smile, "Yes, I am."
Grinning, he gently grabbed my arm and ushered me inside. Before long, I had a plate of sushi in front of me and a shot of whiskey. While many people thought that the sushi that was sold here would taste weird, it was actually delicious. I ate in silence until someone slid in the seat next to me.
"Long time no see, Yui-yui. I heard that you were back in Ikebukuro, but I had to see it myself," a familiar voice said.
Turning around, I met crimson eyes.
"It has been a long time, hasn't it, Izaya?" I downed my shot and placed my glass on the bench, "I saw Shizuo-san the other day. I'm assuming it was you who did that to him."
"Shizu-chan and I are still having our little fights. What? Don't give me that look. You know how much I enjoy them," he smiled. Not a genuine smile. I've only ever seen four of them in my life. And honestly? They were one of the most beautiful smiles I've ever seen.
"I couldn't help but noticed that you addressed me without any suffixes, and yet you called Shizu-chan 'Shizuo-san'. Why would that be?" Izaya asked, sipping his drink while keeping his eyes on me.
"I don't know what to call him any more," I answered honestly. Over the years, I've learnt that the best way to deal with Izaya is to be honest. I don't have a chance lying to him, because I'm not the best liar to begin with (as in, it's almost physically impossible because I get nervous), and Izaya, being Izaya is a observant little fuck.
"Oh? And why's that?" He questioned.
"I don't know if we have the same relationship we had back then. With you, it feels exactly the same like it did years ago. Nothing has changed. But with Shizuo-san, it feels different. What if I called him Shizuo and he asked me to call him Shizuo-san? I would rather be safe than sorry," I explained.
"Speaking of Shizu-chan do you still like him?" Izaya asked, smirking slightly.
"W-what? No!" I spluttered, my cheeks warming up.
"Ah, you're still the same. Still as shy as ever," Izaya giggled.
"Shut up."
"But it's so cute!" He pinched my cheek with one hand, tugging on it slightly. I swatted his hand away and stood up, walking out of Russian Sushi. Izaya followed a little bit behind me.
"You know Yui-yui, if I were you, I would just drop the suffix. I'm sure that Shizu-chan won't mind," Izaya told me.
"Yeah, well, you're not me. Thankfully.." I muttered.
"You're so mean to me~!"
"Am not."
"Are too!"
"Am not."
"Are too!"
"I'm just as mean to you as you are to me," I said while gently pushing him. Izaya pouted and pushed me back. A smile crept up on my lips. I was right with what I said before; nothing had changed between us. I was incredibly thankful for this, because no matter what happened, I could always go back to Izaya. As weird as it sounds, Izaya was one of my closest friends and he always will be. In fact, he was probably my closest friend at the moment. The smile slipped from my lips as I thought about it more. Shizuo used to be my other closest friend, but now..I don't know. He just seems different.
"Oh! Look what we have here.." Izaya trailed off as he gazed passed me. I turned around to see what had captured Izaya's attention.
Shizuo. Walking with a guy with..dreadlocks? I barely managed to grab Izaya's arm before he did something to Shizuo, but I tripped in the process. I always was clumsy, and Izaya knew this. Before I could fall (which would make us both fall, because I was still holding onto his arm), he intertwined his fingers with mine and pulled me upright.
"I see that you're still as clumsy as ever," he murmured.
"Ew." I pulled a face and tried to untangle our fingers, but he just held mine tighter. As attractive as Izaya was, I could never see him in that light. Sure, he was sexy as hell, but he was Izaya. He knew this, so he liked to play around with me. Even though I didn't see him that way, I always blushed. And Izaya, being Izaya, could never let a chance to tease me pass by. So he held me closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around me so I couldn't move.
"Let's have some fun, hm? I'm sure that Shizu-chan would just love to see me and you together," he whispered in my ear.
"Izaya, get off me," I tried pushing him, but he wouldn't budge.
It wasn't long before I heard it.
"IZAAAYAAAAAAA!"
I was pulled to the side, just barely avoiding a street pole.
"Oh, you almost hit Yui-yui! You could've killed her!" Izaya called out to Shizuo, pulling me closer.
"What the fuck are you doing in Ikebukuro?" Shizuo ignored what Izaya said and dragged another pole out of the floor.
"I came to see Yui-yui. What does it looks like?" Izaya grinned. Shizuo finally noticed me in Izaya's arms and his cigarette fell from his mouth.
"Hey Shizuo-san," I smiled weakly and waved.
"Let go of her." Shizuo ordered Izaya. Izaya just kept smiling and tightened his arms. Shizuo grimaced and pulled his arm back, getting ready to throw the pole.
"Shizu-chan, you really don't think, do you. If you throw that at me, you'll hit her~!" Izaya giggled, twirling me around. Thinking quickly, I stomped on his foot while I was out of his grasp.
"Sorry Izaya!" I called out as I ran away behind Shizuo.
"Ah, how you hurt me so," Izaya pouted, dodging out of the way as Shizuo threw the pole, "I guess I'll be going now. See you soon, Shizu-chan, Yu-yui!"
I stood next to Shizuo as we watched Izaya flee the scene.
"What were you doing with that flea?" Shizuo finally asked me, his breathing still ragged. I blinked a few times before answering.
"W-well, I finished everything that I needed to do today, so I had lunch at Russian Sushi and then Izaya just showed up," I told him. Shizuo stared at me for a moment before turning around.
"Kiyomi Yuka, isn't it?" A voice said from behind us. I turned around to where Shizuo was looking and saw the guy with dreadlocks that Shizuo was walking with before.
"Actually, my name is Kiyomi Yui. Yuka is just my stage name," I replied.
"Tanaka Tom," he said. I nodded in reply and watched as he looked at Shizuo.
"Shall we continue?" He questioned. Shizuo grunted out something that sounded like a yes and they both started to walk away before Shizuo turned back to me.
"Are you..what are you going to do?" He asked.
"I have nothing to do for the day so I'll probably just walk around for a bit and then go home," I shrugged.
"You know Yui-san, if you have nothing to do for the rest of the day, you can come with us if you want. We don't mind, right Shizuo-san?" Tom said. Shizuo shook his head.
"I wouldn't want a woman walking around Ikebukuro at night," Tom said and started to walk off.
"Oh. Uhm, okay?" I said, even though it sounded more like a question. I looked at Shizuo before we both started walking after Tom.
I hope I everybody is in character.
I'm sure that you guys are sick and tired of reading this at the end of each story (or chapter) you read, but please review. Also, I'm starting a new story about the Varia (I can't help it. They're so awesome!) so I don't know when I'll update this.
See you guys next time!
