Disclaimer: Same old, same old… Still don't own Durarara! and I NEVER WILL! Well… I'm still waiting for the one day where Ryohgo Narita let's me be the owner of Durarara! but we all know that's not gonna happen.

Chapter 3

A couple of weeks passed and it finally stopped snowing in Ikebukuro. The ground and buildings were only left with a blanket of snow over the city.

Hisoka walked through the halls of Raira Academy, just like all the other students were doing. School had ended just a few minutes ago, and everybody wanted to get out of here to enjoy their weekend. The teenage boy with ash-colored hair and light oink eyes sighed as he walked out of the locker room and out of the school. It had been a while since he had spent time with any of his friends, and he was starting to feel lonely… He hated being alone. Period.

"Yo! Hisoka!" a voice called out to him. Said boy turned around and stopped in his tracks as he turned to look for the owner of the voice that had called out to. The person that called out to him was a seventeen year old boy, just a little taller than Hisoka, had really dark beige-colored hair, and a pair of forest green orbs attached to his skull that stared at him with a mischievous look. Of course he wore the Raira Academy school uniform, just like every other student had to, but he also wore a balck and white plaid scarf wrapped around his neck.

"You got anything planned today?" the older boy asked.

"Actually, yeah, I-" Hisoka began but was cut off.

"GOOD! Then why don't you and I head on over to the arcade? Or if you want we can go to the manga store. You've been dying for that new volume of Black Butler, haven't you? Of course you have! What kind of idiot would ask a question like that? Oh wait. I can think of a couple people! Let's see…"

"BAKA-SAN!" the younger boy yelled, trying to catch the older male's attention before he could ramble on.

"Why Hika-chan! You know that my name isn't 'Baka-san,' it's Fujiyoko Shida! Everyone knows that, silly! So why is it that you insist on calling me 'Baka-san?'" said boy mumbled.

"Because you can be such a delinquent sometimes…," Hisoka said as he and his older friend walked past the front gates, leaving the school grounds.

"Well might I tell you that I happen to take this delinquent stuff very seriously!" Shida retorted.

Hisoka shook his head with a sigh, but Shida was able to tell there was a hint of laughter. "Anyway… I was trying to tell you that I did have something planned. I was planning on studying today. To get it out of the way for the weekend," he told his friend, and let out an unmanly yelp as Shida stopped him by pulling on his wrist. Hisoka looked up and noticed that they were standing in front of the arcade.

"Looks like you'll have to cancel your plans!" Shida said excitedly.

The younger male sighed and pulled his hand away. "Sorry, Shida. But I really need to study for next week. Maybe tomarrow, okay?" he asked and left his friend without an answer.

As Hisoka walked, he stuffed his cold hands into his favorite tan button-up coat. He should have worn his scarf but he couldn't quite remember where he put it. Didn't he give it to somebody he had just met in an alleyway? Or was his brain just unfocused for the time being? He sighed because he couldn't think right now, so he just kept walking…

"Ah! Excuse me!" a voice called out to him.

Hisoka turned around to see a man that looked like he was in his 20s. He had black trimmed hair, crimson-brown eyes, and he wore a pair of black pants, black v-neck, and a zipped up black park with tan trimmings around the cuffs and the end of the coat.

"Can I help you…?" the teenager questioned the man. He didn't know why, but he felt a dangerous aura anticipating off of this stranger.

"Actually, it seems that I can help you. You seemed to have dropped this," the man answered, waving Hisoka's black leather wallet around in his hand. The younger male swore he had put his wallet in his coat pocket, but sure enough, when he reached his hand into the right pocket of his coat, it wasn't there. Was this guy a pickpocket or something?

The sixteen year old boy snatched his wallet and sort of glared at the Eskimo-looking man. "Now, now! No need for that look! Since I seemed to have help you, why don't I introduce myself? I am Orihara Izaya." The Eskimo said.

"I'm… Tsukino Hisoka…"

"Well the Hika-chan-" 'What's with people and calling me that?' Hisoka thought, a little ticked off at the nickname, "why don't you and I go on a date? A reward for returning your wallet to you, hm?" Izaya questioned, wrapping an arm around the teenager's shoulders.

"D-Date? But we only just met! A-And…," Hisoka trailed off with a deep blush on his face.

"Yes, we have, haven't we? Hmmmm… But you're just so adorable that date with you would be the perfect reward for someone like me, don't you agree?" And with that, the man in the Eskimo jacket lead him towards Russia Sushi, his arm still rested around the blushing boy's shoulders.

'NO I DO NOT AGREE!' Hisoka wanted to shout, but before he could, somebody else did.

"IIIIIIZZAAAYYYYAAAAAA-KUN!"

The sudden battle cry and sound of metal being ripped out of the ground stopped both Izaya and Hisoka in their tracks. They both looked to the side and saw a tall blonde man in a bartender suit and designer glasses stalking towards them with a bent traffic sign in his left hand.

"Aaaaaaw… Shizu-chan has come to ruin our precious date, Hika-chan," Izaya sighed in disappointment.

'Thank God…,' said male thought, and almost yelped when he noticed the man with the traffic sign getting closer… But stopped himself when he caught sight of he light blue scarf around the blonde's neck. 'My scarf… I gave it… to him…,' he thought, and the man's name suddenly clicked in his brain.

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STAY THE HELL OUT OF IKEBUKURO, FLEA!" Shizuo yelled and threw the bent sign at Izaya the Eskimo, missing him by a few inches.

"Maybe you did, but right now I'm on a date, Shizu-chan," said man told the ex-bartender, now holding Hisoka close to his chest, away from the sign that was now dug into the pavement of the sidewalk. When was it hat this Eskimo had pulled him closer to him so that he didn't get struck by the sign as well?

The man in the bartender suit then looked and noticed Hisoka looking at him as well. He clenched his hands into fists, then suddenly mad a lunge for Izaya. "WHO CARES ABOUT A DAMN DATE?! GET THE HELL OUT OF 'BUKURO!" he roared and Izaya pulled the innocent teen off to the side and left him there as he ran.

"Looks like our date is going to have to wait, Hika-chan! Bye-bye!" the man in the parka called, and waved back at the stunned boy before running towards the underground train station.

Hisoka looked towards Shizuo, who was just standing there, panting shallowly. "Come on! I'm treating you to Russia Sushi!" Shizuo growled, and picked him up onto his shoulder without any difficulty, walking the rest of the way to Russia Sushi.

A sudden question popped up into the teenager's head. 'Why am I being carried like a sack of potatoes?!"

(A/N) Finally! I finished the chapter! It took me forever, to be honest, but I did it! Now it's not gonna eat at me the rest of the day. Thank Goodness… Thanks for reading! For my first Fanfic, I'm glad that people enjoy reading it!