Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima. Nor do I own Durarara or its characters; that right belongs to Ryōgo Narita.

Author's Notes: This is a gift fic for the talented and amazing Dragon'sHost, as a late Bday for last year, and early this year! The pairing is her choice. Pairing Shizuo/Lucy

Shizuo paused in midstep, a small twitch under his right eye as his teeth clamped down on the current cigarette he had in his mouth. He knew this feeling; it usually preceded the arrival of a person he detested.

"Shizuo?" Tom asked him, his voice quiet.

Giving a small shake of his head and shoving his hands into his slacks, Shizuo decided he didn't want to get into another altercation with Izaya, because he knew it seemed to let his brother down. Turning and heading back down the street in the direction Tom and him had just come from only to be brought to a halt by the sound of what was most likely a metal trash can being knocked over.

"You creep! Give them back!"

The shrill scream was definitely female, never a good thing. All while that feeling in the pit of his stomach got stronger. When a trash lid rolled out of the alley before him, Shizuo heard that familiar laugh that grated on his nerves. Without thinking, body moving automatically, Shizuo bent down and picked up the metal trash lid. Unaware of the dark, grim grin on his face.

"Dammit, you overly smug, unhelpful cretin... give me my property back!

Twisting just right as the sound of footsteps reached the outlet of the alley and he lifted the lid and held it straight out at the correct height to catch the hold of one Izaya Orihara. Whose eyes had gone a bit wide before he twisted his body to jump up and off the wall using his Parkour skills? What Shizuo wasn't expecting was the crack that ripped through the air, before a brown braid wrapped around Izaya's foot and jerked him off balance and backward. Taking the opportunity for a free hit, Shizuo swung the trash lid forward, clipping Izaya's hip painfully.

The mutters from Tom next to him barely registering as Shizuo went still watching as an overly busty woman in short-shorts, Crop top white shirt with a three-quarter, blue denim jacket, and brown knee-high combat boots ran and jumped at the stunned Izaya. The look in her brown eyes was murderous.

Satisfaction filled him as a booted foot connected with Izaya's ass as he stood up and tried to run again. It was not often someone got the drop on the obnoxious man. And while he wanted to go on a rampage, he couldn't move. The blond girl had released Izaya's ankle from her whip and was cracking it again around one of his wrists and jerking it hard, causing whatever little balance Izaya might have had to vanish as he went down and hard. The pain that was etched across his face was real, no doubt as the woman, not girl, tackled his nemesis to the ground and pinned him with her knees on the stomach and ankles over his knee's locking her feet behind his knees.

"Fucking limp-dicked moron!" The woman snapped as she released her whip and began to pry Izaya's hand open.

"Shizuo."

Going still, he looked down and to his left to see his little brother, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Unable to say anything as he returned his attention to the spectacle before him. The blond woman had removed a key ring with several gold and silver keys and was cradling them to her. It was apparent that the keys were precious to her for whatever reason, that and worth a lot of they were actually made of gold and silver.

"Lucy, are you alright?" His brother asked the woman.

When the woman went still, her face turning a deep cherry red, Shizuo wondered who this woman was to his brother. Last he heard his brother was still single. Though as the woman, Lucy, stood up, he saw that Izaya had a dark red handprint on his cheek.

"Yes, Sir, Mister Heiwajima," Lucy said, her eyes flicking to look at him, before going to his brother.

"Good. I am glad that you got your mother's key set back," His brother started, sounding mildly less apathetic than usual. "Though, how trouble seems to find you is beyond my comprehension."

Shizuo saw the way Lucy's head fell to hide what could be shame conveyed through body language.

"Well, I guess we don't have to go to the bar now, Shizuo," Tom said, giving a deep chuckle of amusement.

Feeling confused, Shizuo looked at Tom. He knew that Tom mentioned they had to meet someone at the bar.

"Uh... Mister Heiwajima... are these the people you mentioned taking me to meet?" Lucy asked, drawing Shizuo's attention back to her, feeling slightly irritated.

"Yes, I would like you to meet my older brother, Shizuo," Kasuka stated in a matter of fact tone. "He is the one I told you about, that could probably find a solution to your bad luck problem and protect you. He is the strongest person I know. And is well known in Ikebukuro."

The way the woman, Lucy, looked at him as if she doubted him had Shizuo bristling. Just who was this woman? Where did she come from? Why was his little brother saddling him with her? And what did Kasuka mean by her bad luck and ability to attract trouble? And why should he protect her?

"Shizuo, this is Lucy. She more or less fell into my lap about three weeks ago," Kasuka said without looking at him. "She is delightful, but her story is one that she should share with you. I will leave her in your care. I trust you to protect her, even though she is quite capable of protecting herself."

With that said, Shizuo stared wide-eyed from behind his sunglasses as his brother turned and walked away. Parked at the curb, he could see a black Lexus with the door opened by the chauffeur his brother always had.

"Well, thanks. Great! I am not a piece on a Chessboard to be shuffled around!" Lucy snapped, causing Shizuo to turn back and look at the woman who was now looking put out, and pissy.

It was not often his brother who went out of his way to pay a visit, let alone as a favor. And the last one he more or less failed at. The least he could do was try to help the woman for his brother. Though, Shizuo felt that there was more to the woman than what could be seen. She did wield a whip with the expertise of someone who'd done it for years and got one up on Izaya.

At the thought of the arrogant bastard, Shizuo looked down and saw that he was gone. Frowning, Shizuo pulled out a pack of cigarettes and tapped one out and put it in his mouth. He knew that Lucy would be on Izaya's radar now. She was a prime target for him now as a person of interest, which was just his luck.

"Come one, let's get back to the bar. If you're old enough, I will mix you a drink; if not, you get apple juice," he said as he lit the cigarette and waved the match to put it out.

The arched eyebrow he got told him all he needed to know as Shizuo turned to leave, catching Tom's eyes in the process and began to walk back to the current bar he was working between collecting money owed to certain people.

THE END!