New chapter for you all~ Roppi appears in this one and I hope the way I portray him is alright with everyone. Alright, enjoy~

Disclaimer: Don't own Durarara! Or the alts used in this fic.

The informant glared at his secretary who looked happier than usual. Obviously she was thinking of her brother; how disgusting. He continued to glare, burning holes into the side of her head and she continued her work, a smile on her face. A SMILE!

"Urgh, would you quit being so happy! It's so disgusting!"

The raven whined as he slumped on his desk, his mouse moving at a slow pace around the computer screen. The female just turned, gave him a glare before her face turned neutral once more.

"What's got you so worked up?"

She asked with a half interested tone, she didn't care, but, it was odd having the informant being so quiet. Usually he was boasting about a plan here and a human there and blah, blah, blah. So, it was odd having him be so quiet.

The raven just ignored her question, too tired to even bother coming up with a witty and clever comeback to keep her in her place and shut her up. He hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, he'd been plagued by a white 'angel' in his dreams and he couldn't get to sleep afterwards.

He leaned back in his chair, twiddling his thumbs as he looked tiredly at the computer screen. He gave a sigh after a second and shut everything down before turning to Namie.

"You can have the rest of the day off."

He said, motioning for her to leave. She was about to speak but Izaya interjected.

"I know, you better be payed. Just leave."

The secretary raced off, thanking whatever it is in the universe that had done this to Izaya.

Said informant moved into his bedroom a second later before feeling restless in the room. With a huff he moved from the room, grabbing his coat and decided to go outside. He walked around, and, it was like the world was against him!

Couples hugging here, people kissing there, it was all around him!

"Humans are such pitiful creatures; they allow their emotions to rule over them, the most disgusting being love."

The informant couldn't help but agree with the voice and continued to listen to it's almost hypnotizing vice as it continued on.

"You are above humans; you are above being prey to your emotions. They do no hold you in their grasp. You are the free bird while they are caged birds; caged by their emotions, by love."

Again, the informant agreed, he was swaying towards the voice's words. He was their god, he was above them, so, naturally he should be above human weaknesses as well. Love was the biggest weakness a human being had. You could bend them at your will, twirl them and make them dance like a puppet just by threatening them with harming a loved one.

And yet, with all this Izaya couldn't help but feel a jealousy towards these pitiful humans as he walked through Ikebukuro. How dare they be happy when he wasn't! How dare they have their wishes come true! How dare they find their soul mate! How dare they show off and bloat about their love when their god had none! How dare they!

The informant looked up to see the brute, off in the distance but impossible to miss. He felt a thump in his chest and moved towards the brute, perhaps they could all just forget about this and go back to how things were. God back to the fighting and the hate before all these feelings were know and shown and expressed.

He walked closer, hoping for the brute to react, for him to throw something, anything. The brute turned, locked eyes for five seconds and walked on. This reaction was unusual, completely unpredicted and above all else, a stab to the chest. He wasn't even worth hating anymore? Was that it? Was he just not even worth the effort to pull out a stop sign? Not even a yell?

The informant walked on, not showing the other how much that one movement, that one moment of realising his existence and simply ignoring it, hurt him so. He walked back to his apartment, not feeling the motivation to do anything.

"You see? He doesn't love you anymore. He's moved on, he doesn't need you anymore. You don't need him either. He's a monster, in human. You are a god, you are above him and you are above humans and their disgusting emotions."

The informant's eyes were lulled shut as he lyed back on his couch, the voice soothing him, coaxing him into sleep. Once again, he noticed a light and he opened his eyes. He was in a familiar place, inside his head. He looked around, expecting Psyche to be there in front of him, however, he saw another individual lounging in a chair opposite him.

It was like looking in a mirror, only, there were differences. This other version of him was almost identical except for his deadly and piercing red eyes and red fur trimmed jacket. The male was lounging, his posture relaxed but his eyes deadly. He had the switch blade in hand and he was running his fingers over the edge, testing how sharp it was before he brought the blade to his lips and lapped up the small drop of blood at the end.

The informant watched, already having a clue at who this was.

"You're Roppi-chan I believe."

He asked calmly. The other simply nodded, a frown on his face.

"Correct. I assume that you've already met Psyche?"

He said in a calm voice. He paused, waiting for the other to nod before continuing.

"Don't listen to him. That angel is delusional; thinking he can fix things. You saw how Shizuo looked at you. You heard what he said. He doesn't care, he wants you to die."

The other stayed quiet but nodded. The other's voice was persuasive, his tone hypnotic. He was growing more and more in agreement with this 'Roppi-chan.'

"What should I do about it, then?"

To this question the devil grinned, standing and almost prowling over to the other before he leaned forward, knee between the others legs and arms on the arm rests either side the other's body. He smirked, moving closer as his red eyes glowed with danger and an evil temptation.

"You are to make his life hell. You remember how angry he got at the fake photo of his brother and you? Remember how you felt, remember the adrenaline? Wouldn't it be good to feel that again?"

The devil breathed as he leaned in and ghosted his breath to the informant's ear. Said informant closed his eyes, thinking back to the feelings he'd experienced, and the devil smirked continuing.

"You want to feel them again, don't you? I know you do. The only way is to keep going further. Next time you should really do a picture with his brother and then a video and then maybe give him a live performance. He'd surely go crazy then, really show off the peak of his rage, his strength and you'd get more of the feeling, more of that adrenaline, you'd get so much more…."

With a sharp bite to the ear the raven awoke, panting and sweating slightly. He rubbed an arm over his forehead as he flopped back onto his couch and thought over what had just happened.

Oh yeah~ Sexy Roppi is sexy~

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