Locked Out

Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! or any of it's characters.

Characters: Namie, Izaya, Shizuo

Genre: Humor

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Anyway, enough said, on to the story.

"Nee-san, I'm counting on you."

Namie Yagiri put down her cell phone. She would do anything for her brother, even getting the so-deserved revenge on that boss of hers.

Izaya Orihara was not amused.

"Are you avenging your brother, Namie-san?"

He was locked out of his own apartment.

Sure enough, he admit that he had done something wrong, but it was one of the best nights he ever had. He caused havoc in the city, dragging Celty, Mikado, Namie, Seiji and half of the Ikebukuro citizens into it. It was entertaining, and the best fun he had in months, even though he was just an onlooker in the whole thing.

He even got a new secretary after that! He was glad someone intelligent could help him get his work done. He was happy for that, even though the first thing she'd done was locking him out of his apartment to get revenge for his brother, because Izaya teased him when he found out that the "Celty" he was dating was a fraud.

"Namie-san! I don't suppose you could use another method for revenge?"

No answer.

He suddenly remembered having a spare key hidden in the plant outside his door, incase anything like this ever happened to him.

Izaya lift up the pot and looked for the key underneath.

Needless to say, the key was gone.

Izaya now regretted hiring someone do damn smart for once, someone who could terminate his plan for re-entering his apartment.

He wasn't out of options though. He could always break the door open, or climb up the window.

But he chose the former one, for obvious reasons.

The information broker kicked the door as hard as he could muster. He tried to pick the lock, and even made an attempt to cut open the door with his switchblade.

But still, the door didn't budge.

Maybe he shouldn't have made the door Shizuo-proof.

Right, now the only option he could resort to is climbing up the window into his apartment.

He would look like a fool, like someone imitating the prince in Ranpunzel in the middle of the night, except Namie wasn't blond with preposterously long hair, and Izaya didn't like her. At all.

He was SO getting her back after this.

Walking out of the building, Izaya looked up at his apartment. "28 floors? You've gotta be kidding me," The height seemed intimidating. Sure,he had climb taller heights before, but at this hour? With him being tired and all? This was just asking for too much.

Izaya grabbed hold on one of the bars attached to the building, and started to climb. After ripping his favorite jacket, bruising his arms and legs, and nearly falling to his death, Izaya reached his own floor.

He was worn out, and out of breath, but relieved that he finally reached his goal. However, he made one fatal mistake in his plan:

The window was locked. From the inside.

"Namie-san! Open the window!" Izaya hollered outside. No doubt he was going to recieve complaints from his neighbors later, making a racket at night.

"Namie-san! Namie-sa-" he stopped as he knew his secretary would continue to ignore him.

He sighed. He was certainly NOT going to sleep under a bridge tonight.

He was out of ideas. Sitting on the windowsill and staring at the buildings opposite of him, Izaya frowned in frustration. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a certain blond haired bartender walking down the streets, smoking.

A thought occurred to him. He was going to get Shizu-chan open the window for him, whether he liked it or not.

"Shizu-chan, your brother sucks!"

Knowing that it was what ticked Shizuo off most, Izaya said it without hesitation. And sure enough, after five seconds, a vending machine came flying right at his face.

He dodged it in the neck of time, letting the window behind him smash into bits.

"Izaya! Go to hell!"

Inspecting that no damage (besides the window) was made, Izaya flitted into his apartment, searching for the woman who cause him to go through this ordeal.

And there she was, sitting on his couch, turning to look at him, with a smug smile on her face.

"Had fun, Orihara-san?"

He eyed her with a murderous glare, "I suppose Seiji-kun asked you to do that?"

"No, he just told me to punch you, but I would lose my paycheck if I did that." Her smile turned into a grin. "And I found locking you outside seemed to be a more appealing sort of revenge, don't you agree, Orihara-san?"

Izaya muttered curses under his breath and staggered into his room. Not bothering to change his ragged clothes, he plopped himself onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He's going to make her wish she was in hell tomorrow.

A/N: I'm aware that Izaya's apartment is a magnet for destruction (hence the last fic and the flying vending machine.) Poor guy.

Review! Or you'll find a vending machine flying into your window! XD