Durarara! Fan Fiction!

Drama! Romance!

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"Life is not a Shoujo Manga"


DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Durarara!' or any of the characters!

WARNING! RATED M! Language.


Chapter Ten: "Another Round"

"We cannot learn without pain."


Date: April, 2010

(Present Day)


Some people say that there is a Red String of Fate that ties and binds two people together for the rest of their lives. That no matter what distance between them, no matter what events that might have transpired, these two fated people would always, always find themselves with the other once more.

And Fate didn't give a damn about what the two people wanted.

A woman in a short black wig was walking briskly down the slowly emptying street of the city, it was nearly 11 o'clock at night and it was dangerous for anyone, no matter what age or gender to be walking about. Then, of course, not many were as well versed in self-defense as she was so she continued down the sidewalk without much care as she spoke heatedly under her breath about an unfortunate blonde man in a bartender's outfit.

"—Stupid guy with his stupid hair and his stupid tinted glasses and his stupid vest with that dumb smile he gets all the time! Well, he ain't smiling tonight, is he? No, no he isn't, because he was too busy scaring the shit out of some poor bastard to be bothered to even call and let me know he wasn't going to 'effing show up!" she seethed, inside her heart was hurting not only because of Shizuo's absence but of her reaction to it, as well. She hated feeling like this, like it was somehow wrong of Shizu to have missed their pre-arranged hang out. Things happen. To Shizu more than most, the strangest occurences tend to just pop up and take away a good amount of his attention. She knew this fact intimately.

Yet, it still hurt.

"Oh, Kitty-Kaaaaat~" a voice sang out, carrying down the street and to her ears.

Katsuko inhaled sharply, smoothing out her expression and carefully did not react as she kept her pace even, neither speeding up nor slowing down. Soon, a furry jacket-wearing man with dark hair was skipping alongside her brisk strides, a wrapped package from Russia Sushi swinging in his idle hand.

"Hiya, Kitty-Kat!" Izaya greeted cheerfully. Katsuko didn't acknowledge his presence. His ever-present smirk widened into a grin. It was the start of another round of one of his favorite games.

"It sure is late for you to be walking around all by your lonesome—not that I don't know you can defend yourself. I've seen your handiwork personally, but still..." he trailed off, looking at her profile from the corner of his eye. "These streets have been getting more dangerous these days. What with all the gangs and even a serial Slasher! I would've thought that brutish pet of yours would've faithfully walked you home!"

Katsuko didn't rise to his bait, far too used to his attempts to rile her by now. That didn't dissuade Izaya however, if anything, her lack of reaction fueled him to continue this round of the game.

"You know, it's been sooo looong since I've last heard you say my name, Kitty-Kat. I think I'm starting to forget what your voice sounds like!" he said airily, before leaning closer and invading her personal space, a dangerous smile on his lips. She carefully didn't recoil away. "Though, I must say, the way you said it the last time still gets me all bothered..." he whispered, eyelids drooping as he waited for a delicious reaction.

She didn't give one. Katsuko merely kept her eyes trained ahead, eagerly waiting for the moment her apartment building comes into view. Inside his mind, he thought up various other ways to try and invoke one of her many, lovely reactions. He could ask how is it she got to be so good at ignoring things that pained her? Was it the years of neglect and loneliness she suffered by her dear, old daddy's hand? Was it slowly watching her Mother fade from life day-by-day until she went up to the big pearly gates in the sky? Or perhaps had Izaya himself been the one to help her with this skill? So many things he could poke at... but, no. Izaya knew her well enough to know she's healed over those wounds and anything he had to say about them would just slide off of her.

He needed something fresh.

He hummed loudly, purposely drawing her attention even though he knew she was acutely aware of him already. She just wasn't showing it.

"You know, the funniest thing happened to me after I left Russia Sushi eariler..." he trailed off and pretended to wait for her to inquire with; 'What Izaya? What happened to you?', closely watching the woman next to him out of the corner of his eye. A grin of anticipation bubbling inside his chest. "Well, you know how much I love how Denis carefully prepares his fatty tuna and since it's Thursday, you know how Russia Sushi always has half-off specials on Thursdays, I thought that I'd stop by and pick some up since I was in town for a job." he rambled on.

Katsuko knew better than to entertain this act, Izaya never spoke a word without an alterior motive already planned. He was setting her up for something. And if he was confident enough to say it to her face then it would be something wounding. She began to mentally brace herself for his attack. He skipped out in front of her, clasping his hands behind his back.

"As soon as I left the door, I ran into Shizu-chan of all people!"

The words registered, Katsuko's steps faltered.

Izaya's smirk widened in victory, brown eyes lighting up.

Shizuo had been there. He had made it to meet her, but this man... this man in front of her-she bit the inside of her cheek to rein in her anger and pain. She would not give him the satisfaction. Her apartment building finally came into view and she inwardly cheered herself of he rest of the way through the parking lot to the elevator. She calmly pressed the call button, hand reaching into the pocket of her hoodie to retrieve her cell phone and pretending to busy herself on it. Not allowing the anger and hurt bubbling in her chest to show on her face.

She was trained not to show weakness. Not to anyone.

"That monster of yours chased me for well over a couple hours. You'd almost think that he had nothing better to do." he taunted, rubbing it in the way he was best at. Trying to ellicit that sought after reaction. "I will never understand what it is that draws you to him, Kitty-Kat. I decided years ago that he was decidedly unlovable!" he exclaimed, helplessly throwing his hands into the air.

The metal doors opened and she stepped inside them, pressing the button for the third floor. Izaya stayed outside the elevator, smirking insuffferably. She leaned back against the wall and continued to ignore the dark-haired man's very existance. That didn't mean that stopped his words from reaching her ears.

"But then again..." he laughed suddenly, "you've always been the best at loving the unlovable!"

The doors closed and Katsuko felt the strength leave her legs, causing her to slide down one side of the elevator walls. An old ache rolled and thrashed inside her chest. It had been months since the last time she had seen Orihara Izaya and he so effortlessly crawled under her skin with a few measly words. It had been over two years since she last spoke to him and yet, seeing his face, hearing his voice again...

She wondered when, exactly, it would stop hurting so much?

"Damn him..." she whispered, throat tight.

The metal door closed, leaving Izaya standing alone in the parking garage. His smile softened as he looked at the closed metal door. He stared at only a moment longer before he turned on his heel and began heading back to his aparment in Shinjuku. She had not even spared him an annoyed glance or given and angry huff. Kitty-Kat was still holding true to her vow of silence and as much as he loved playing this game with her, he was really beginning to miss seeing all of her reactions and expressions. She always had the best ones at the most unexpected of times! On his way back through the always-changing streets of Ikebukuro, Izaya found himself humming an old American pop song under his breath, a smile on his lips.

"And when you go, go, go, go... I know... it never ends, never ends..."


Chapter Ten: "Another Round"

END


A/N: Izayaaaaa! Finally, a sneak peak at their relationship! Hope you guys liked this brief look. It really took too long for this to happen.

Wuv yew all!

-Nanami