Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara. It belongs to Ryohgo Narita and Nintendo. I don't win any money with this, and it's just for fun. Enjoy~

Summary (which resumes the main prompt of the kink): Shizuo is a well-known magician. Shiki invites his informant, Izaya, to one of his shows. At first, Izaya isn't that convinced about it, feeling hate towards the magician. But after watching the show he gets impressed by his tricks. Of course, he demands to know how Shizuo does it, and then, his feelings towards him start to change. What will happen?


Shizuo was lucky enough next day. When he entered the room where all the elders were sitting, they nodded at him, and Roujin even smiled at him. That meant he was safe. Tom gave him a thumbs up sign. The other man who had threatened to finish his career looked a bit gloomy, but the magician didn't care. He had passed the test-period.

"Today, your show will be in the afternoon." Roujin said. Shizuo nodded. That meant he hardly had time to practice, but he still tried his best.

The show was shorter than usual, but everyone was happy enough. They clapped warmly when the show finished, and the blonde magician felt accomplished. While everyone was clapping, he struggled to find a familiar black haired boy. He found him. In the centre of the audience. Like the day before. Third row. Smiling and smirking widely.

He sighed in relief and went to the changing room. Putting on a basic white shirt and the black jeans, he went out of theatre. There, next to the gratings, his back against the grey wall, checking his phone, Izaya was smirking.

"I wouldn't have thought you would come." Shizuo exclaimed.

Izaya looked up, his red eyes meeting Shizuo's honey ones. "I told you, you wouldn't need to ask."

"It's the third time you come to my shows." Shizuo smiled, approaching him and resting his back against the same wall.

"Yeah. But you wanted to give me something." The raven-haired said, closing his phone and putting it in his bag.

"Yeah. We could go somewhere nice. I mean…if you have time." Shizuo started to blush.

"Well…yeah, okay. Better than going home and meeting my horrible secretary." Izaya smiled and started to walk. Shizuo ran to his side. They left the theatre zone and walked into Ikebukuro's crowded streets.

"You always say your secretary is a horrible person." Shizuo noticed.

"Well. She is. You wouldn't want to meet her. You would probably freeze in the spot. But where are you taking me?"

"Do you want an ice cream?" The magician suggested.

"And there I thought you wanted to take me to a fancy restaurant." The other teased. "But I guess ice cream is nice." He shrugged.

"I know a good ice cream parlour. It has a nice view." He said happily, guiding Izaya to the top of the green area. It looked like a tourist zone, but it was still nice.

The ice cream shop was really big and had lots of ice cream types. The floor was shite, and the walls showed different kinds of sweets. It had a cold feeling, and the attendants uniform was funny. Izaya shrugged the fact that Shizuo was blushing, and ordered something dull and boring.

"I'd like…well, coffee ice cream." He told the attendant.

"In a cone?" Izaya negated. The woman nodded and gave him what he had ordered. Izaya took it and reached for his wallet, but felt Shizuo's hand stopping him.

'I'll pay.' He mouthed. Izaya smiled and nodded.

"I'd like a cream and caramel ice cream." He told the woman. "In a chocolate cone." He handed the money and took his ice cream. Then he guided Izaya to the outside of the shop. There was a bench, which looked straight into the park.

"You have a sweet tooth." Izaya said, eating a bit of the mocha coloured cream.

"Much unlike you. How can you just order coffee?" He laughed.

Izaya shrugged his shoulders and continued eating in silence. The sun was melting the ice cream, and Shizuo's hand was stained with chocolate, caramel and cream.

"Well…according to yesterday, you wanted to give me something." Izaya smirked.

"Ah, yes! I almost forgot. Again. Yes. The day we met, your flash drive fell out of your pocket, you know?" He told Izaya. The other just laughed.

"So you were the one holding it! I thought I left it somewhere, or that Namie had taken it. Good. May I have it?" He laughed. Shizuo nodded and tried to take it out of his pocket without dirtying it.

"I needed this yesterday for Shiki."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Shizuo said.

"Don't worry. I knew what it said. The only important thing inside were the pictures, but I already told Shiki-san I'd show him another time." Izaya said. Then, putting the ice cream cup on the bench he put his index fingers on Shizuo's forehead. "You know? I have all the information stored there. Well, not in your head, but in mine."

Shizuo laughed. "You keep talking about this Shiki guy. Is he someone important to you?"

"Well, kind of." Izaya tried to smirk, but couldn't help but to sigh.

"Now that I remember. You lived in a pretty expensive apartment. There's no way someone as young as you has that much money. What do you do for a living?" Shizuo asked. It was pretty obvious that he wanted to start a conversation with Izaya.

"Well. You know the Awakusu Company?" Izaya shrugged.

"Ah, that Company that…was it the one that supplies with clothes? The clothing Company?"

"Yes. You're right. Well, I am their informant. Usually, I'm in charge of the stats. I research the other companies that may affect Awakusu. Of course, I keep a profile of them. But I am interested in humans. In their reactions and such, so I usually research everyone, as well. Sometimes, we get threatening messages from other companies, and then Shiki and I get to deal with them. It's pretty dangerous, but that's what keeps me alive." He informed.

Shizuo stayed in silence.

"Many people think Shiki and I have something going on. I don't blame them, but it's not true. Shiki and I are merely acquaintances. There's no romance between us." He giggled, blushing slightly.

"I see. I like you. You look interesting." Shizuo blurted. "I mean…I don't have many friends, but…I'd like to know you. Maybe…"

Izaya laughed. "I see. You want to start meeting with me. I understand."

"Maybe…do you want my phone number?" Shizuo asked, finishing his ice cream.

"If you insist." He took his phone out and gave it to Shizuo. In exchange, the blonde tall magician gave his to him. "I'll put my number here."

Shizuo nodded, smiling. He was starting to like Izaya, even if he acted strange and had weird hobbies.

"It's okay. Do you want to do something else? I'm pretty bored." Izaya said, standing up. Shizuo nodded and followed him.


The days passed, and soon, those days became weeks. Two, to be precise. And during those two weeks, Izaya hadn't stopped going to Shizuo's shows. It didn't matter when they where, he was always there. In the middle of the audience. Sometimes he got the first row, but that was very unusual. He was usually in the third or fourth. Once he had to sit in the tenth, but that wasn't a problem for Shizuo, who always seemed to spot him.

After the shows, Izaya always took time to talk to the magician. And both of them did something afterwards. Most of the time it was only a short stroll across the city. Sometimes, they went to restaurants together; once they even went to a museum! The art was horrible, and afterwards both of the males laughed about the things they saw.

Izaya had grown closer to the magician.

Sure, at first he still hated him a bit. But after the first three days, he started to like him.

"Now that I think about it…I don't know anything about you." Shizuo said. They were sitting on a bench in the park. It was Shizuo's first free day, and Izaya had suggested doing something. Shizuo, who desired the other man's company, accepted.

"Well…you know the basics. Isn't that enough?" Izaya laughed.

"Yeah, but somehow…you've been the person I've hung out with in the past two weeks. And somehow, I like your presence. Besides, I haven't talked that much with any other person ever."

"Well…I'd like to hear some things about you. Then, maybe I'll agree and tell something about me." Izaya teased, he brushed the blonde's hair. "Why don't you talk with other persons?"

"Huh? Well…" Shizuo avoided Izaya's eyes. He still smiled, though. "I have rage attacks. You know…I start raging, and then I'm usually very aggressive. It has always happened to me. I end up hurting, verbally or physically others. And I don't like it."

Izaya looked intrigued. He told him to continue.

"I…well…even though you are always teasing me, and trying to piss me off, somehow, with you I don't feel like that. I'm not afraid to hurt you, because I know it won't happen. That's why I feel…secure next to you." Shizuo was now smiling, and playing with his hands. "Somehow…I thought that by becoming a magician I could hide. Then, I wouldn't have to deal with other persons. Then I wouldn't have the need to hurt them."

"My, my…violent? I wouldn't have guessed. I'm scared now!" Izaya teased, then proceeded to laugh.

Shizuo laughed as well.

"How old are you?" Izaya asked out of the blue.

"Twenty four." Shizuo smiled. He hadn't noticed his hand was touching Izaya's.

"Nice. I'm one year younger." Izaya had noticed the warmth against his cold hand, and unconsciously held Shizuo's hand even tighter.

"I wouldn't have guessed. How old is Shiki-san, if I may ask?"

"You are quite interested in Shiki, huh? I bet it's because you like him. Then that means you are using me! How cruel!" He shouted.

"N-No! It's not…I don't like him, I haven't even seen him. I just wanted to know." Shizuo laughed.

"Thirty something. I don't really know. I don't really care. As long as it stays business, I only need the basic information." Izaya looked at the sky. He was blushing.

'Is our relationship business to you?' Shizuo thought. Somehow, he wanted to ask, but he knew it wasn't polite and it was disrespectful. He just had to hope it wasn't.

"Do you play chess?" Shizuo snapped back to reality and negated with the head.

"Well, I do. And Go. Shoji as well. It's pretty simple, that's why I mix them and play my own version. But sadly, it's just for one player." He smirked. "I use it for my predictions."

'Ah, that's right. He likes playing with the reactions of other persons.' Shizuo remembered.

"Well…I don't know how to play. I've always lost. I'm not that intellectual, you know. I failed in middle school. Not really failed, but I never got good grades. In high school I realized I wouldn't be good at anything. And somehow, that got me scared. But then, I started liking physics. And that lead me to the illusion. I got better and better and thought to make the only thing I'm good at, the thing that gives me money. I don't really like it, but it's the only way I have to survive." Shizuo started to say. He felt like crying, when he remembered his high school time.

"Don't worry. Everyone has their own special thing. It's not your fault. Besides, since I'm so awesome, I'll teach you how to play the three games. And being the awesome teacher that I am, you'll have no problem with understanding it. Then you'll know how to play! Then you can't say you're only good with magic." Izaya comforted him, and suddenly found himself hugging the older man.

"I'll wait then! I bet you're an awesome teacher, Mr Awesome." He said, returning the hug and blushing madly.