Okay, short chapter I know. I wanted to split it up a bit and give you guys a filler lol. I'm pretty busy lately so this should hold you people for a few days. Sorry for the wait.

Also, I forgot to put this in my other chapters but who cares you all know anyways. I don't own Durarara! or anything. I just like to type about it.

I wake up every evening with a big smile on my face, and it never feels out of place.
And you're still probably working at a 9 to 5 pace; I wonder how bad that tastes.

-Gives You Hell

All-American Rejects

"Get off me!"

"No way, where do you think you're going anyway?"

"Outside! I'm tired of being cooped up!"

"Sucks to be you. Live with it."

"Will you just…!"

"Ooof!" Izaya held his stomach for a minute, 'did she just kick me, with her fucking metal leg?"

Emi snickered, her black hair ruffled and her yellow orbs dancing. Izaya groaned, "You think that's funny? Being kicked in the ribs by a goddamn cyborg?" He got off the floor and rubbed the back of his head, "You're so mean to me."

"Sucks to be you. Live with it." She giggled at her own joke.

Izaya shook his head at her, "Fine, you win alright? But when I say it's time to go, we're going." His crimson eyes were even and serious.

Emi nodded vigorously as she pulled on her red beanie, a gift Izaya bought for her a few days ago on her 16th birthday. She loved it. He thought it was extremely loud.

….

Shizuo Heiwajima stood outside, by the bench, observing the people rushing around the main plaza. 'all of em' in a rush.' He took a drag on his cigarette, which was knocked out of his hand just as a girl ran into him, "Hey! Watch it." He growled.

Her yellow eyes were wide; "I'm sorry sir!" she exclaimed as she stepped back and looked up at him. He was huge, well compared to her at least.

Izaya sighed, that kid needed to slow down. Now he had to find her an- oh great. She ran into someone. Izaya weaved through a couple people and grabbed her wrist, "C'mon, watch where you're g-" he was cut off by an angry shout, "IZAYA!"

'Oh shit.' Izaya pulled Emi away and ran, "This is the part where I say time to go." He called to her.

Shizuo was right behind them, pissed.

Izaya ducked into an alley way and swerved. He ditched behind a dumpster, dragging Emi with him. He placed a finger in front of his mouth in the universal 'shut the fuck up' position.

"IZAYA! You asshole. Get out here!" Shizuo yelled into the alley. He walked in slowly and lit a cigarette, his eyes flickering all around. 'Dead end alley huh? Real smart flea.' He snickered as he walked right over to the dumpster, reached behind it, grabbed a body by the back of the coat and pulled it out. He raised his fist and froze, "What the fuck."

Emi was terrified, dangling from this blonde bartenders grip. He had a fist in her face, but he quickly dropped that. She froze.

"Let her go Shizuo. Right now." Izaya sneered, his knife at Shizuo's stomach.

Shizuo gripped her coat tighter.

"RIGHT NOW." Izaya roared, slashing at Shizuo's gut with the blade, missing as he leapt back. The man dropped the girl and threw a punch at the information broker, "I'm surprised you didn't take that opportunity to escape!" he grunted as Izaya dodged him.

Emi gasped, picking herself off the pavement and running over to Shizuo. She grabbed his vest, pulling back as hard as she could, "Leave him alone!" she shrieked. The blonde looked over his shoulder and pressed his lips into a thin line, "Kid, go home okay?"

"Emi go back home." Izaya echoed his enemy, but not taking his eyes off of him, his mouth forming a small smirk.

She stepped back from Shizuo and looked from him back to Izaya, "N-no, I don't know the way back from here." Her voice was defiant, but it quivered.

Shizuo laughed, "so what? The all knowing, human loving information broker of Ikebukuro got a babysitting job?" He changed his posture into a relaxed stance; he leaned against the alley wall and took another drag on his cigarette, "I'm not going to fight you in front of your charity case Orihara."

Izaya stared, he flipped his knife shut and slipped it in his pocket, "Emi, c'mon, lets go."

Her eyes flickered to Shizuo before she skittered after Izaya.

The bartender scoffed and shook his head, 'that asshole.'

….

Shizuo and Celty sat on the park bench. She had just told him all about Izaya's new friend, including the part about her living with him.

"So he really does have a charity case. Figure he would try to dodge his spot in hell or something."

'I don't think so. I think he feels guilty.' Celty typed on her phone.

"Izaya? Feeling guilty?"

'…maybe you're right.'

"Well, next time you and Shinra have the kid over let me know. I'd like to introduce myself properly." He mumbled.

….

When you see my face I hope it gives you hell.

-Gives You Hell

All-American Rejects