A/N: All right, how many of you fuckers are cussing due to the fact I'm back?

Probably everyone. Nice to see you too. I should really ask the admins to allow effing colors on here.

Mika: Story hon, story...

Evil: Shoosh Mika...

Raffe: ...

Blue:...

Raxus:...

Jamaine:...

Miki:...

Nikira:...

Kyoki:...

Nii-chan:...

Haeik:...

Kage:...*sobbing quietly in a corner*

Evil: *Goes into her own corner, growing mushrooms* ...

Blue:...Enjoy the story...

WhyTheHellAmIForcingMyselfToDoThisPOV

Sora rubbed the back of his head, sighing. Izaya hadn't shown up for the past few weeks and his girlfriend left randomly. He had heard about this by snooping around bars- they were finding new people, leaving the old ones behind. Sora snorted- was he just a condom? Bought from a vending machine, used once, and tossed carelessly aside? He didn't know. Either way, it was time for him to move on as well. He couldn't go as Sora though. The apartment he had lived in for so long got a bad reputation, as did his own name. He stared at a shop window, touching his face gingerly. This needed to go...it all needed to go. But who could he possibly be? He didn't exactly know a whole lot about this...he didn't know a lot of people, to be quite frank. He bit his lip, imagining his face with dark hair...crimson/brown eyes, gazing at him while the soft hands held his hips...Sora blinked. Of course! He could become Izaya! He had said something about many copies of him running amok- why not add more? [Because you can't be him. He's too intelligent for you to begin to be him.] "Shut up brain." he murmured to himself. At the checking desk, he took one last look at himself. This was Sora. The original. Sora-no, Izaya now- took a deep breath and wrote his new name down, and entered the waiting lounge.
*About a year later*

Izaya smirked and swatted Winston gently. "Language hon, language~."

"Oh please Izaya-kun, your language is wrose than mine."

"Yes, but I can manage to hold in the fucks around children, even when drunk."

"I'm not taht drunk baehb~"

"Oh really? How many letters in the alphabet?"

"Sixty-nine."

"Wrong."

"Thash not waht a meant babeh~."

"...No. I refuse to have that mouth that has been drinking alcohol anywhere near my dick-"

"You sure hon, there's an empty alley right dere~!"

"Winstom! Really! I-wahahahahaegashddfufasfasdf"

Winstom smirked at Izaya, rubbing his hand on his crotch gently. Izaya stifled a moan, quite conscious of the humans nearby.
"Winstom, please staaaaah."

"Beh quiet baehb, and thish will be easy!"

"Fuck you..."

"Let me prepares youh firsht."

AwesomelyDifferentPOV

Dirk grinned as his best friend continued to try and figure out who he was. Oh, this was hilarious. Izaya, who had known who he was from before, was going along with this, and apparently laughing inside. Rukimii continued trying to guess.

"Kage?"

"No. I am much sexier than Kage."

"WHO ARE YOUUUUUUU" Kira yelled at him. Dirk grinned, typing away happily.

"I am Dirk Strider, master of rainbow dicks and horses."

NewBecauseI'mNotWritingAllThatShitPOV

"Rukimii. My name is Kage." AHAHAHAHAHA, MINDFUCK, HE WAS KAGE- He ran like hell. Rukimii yelled at him, "GET BACK HERE YEW LIL SHIT"

"I got this Rukimii," Kira said as she dumped a truckload of buckets on Dirk. Rukimii burned the buckets in her female fury, which left Dirk with little choice but to FINFIS)( THE CODDAMN STORY BITCH- Dirk ignored the new typing style, because no one could see it anyways. YOU WILL NOT IGNORE ME, YOU BOUY- Lalalalala, Dirk was running through a field of flowers and dicks~

A/N: Okay, about the dicks- I like rainbow dildos, okay? Deal wit it-

I'm not going to do much bullshitting at the end on this one, seeing as all of my shit was used on trolling a friend (I LOVE CHUS RUKEH, GET IN THE CODDAMN BUCKET ALREADY-) ouo

I lurv chu all, even if I dun know some of you lil' shits, so *Throws rainbow dick lollipops at everyone*