Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara.

'That's it: dishonor! Dishonor on that whole family! Dishonor on Shinra, dishonor on his dad and on each one of his humans who have the same last name!' Izaya thought, standing in front of the mirror. Everything was their damn fault! On the previous day, Shinra had invited him to celebrate the fifth anniversary of their friendship. He gave him cookies beside the tea and Izaya ate them as a good guest would do. When he said they tasted strange, Shinra said they were sent by his father who was on a journey in China. 'I should have known that something was off! Thanks god Kururi and Mairu have sleepover!'

The whole nightmare started that morning, when he discovered that something was missing from between his legs which had to be there! When he called Shinra, he could only reach the voicemail which said that he was out of town. As Izaya leaned closer to the mirror, he had to admit that he looked quite good. He had long black hair and beautiful brown eyes and his temporary breasts were neither too big, nor too small. Their size was perfect.

A smile crawled onto his face. Their cousin was here a few weeks ago and she left some of her clothes here which came in handy for his plan. He wanted to see what kind of influence he had on his humans in that form.

He was wondering through Ikebukuro, feeling the eyes of the male population on himself. As he expected, he had lasting influence on them.

"IZAYA!" He heard the familiar roar from behind, then someone grabbed the back of his blouse. He turned around with the most innocent expression on his face.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" He asked with dove eyes and an adorable smile. Seeing Shizu-chans' huge blush of embarrassment made him snicker a little bit.

"I-I'm so sorry!" Shizu-chan apologized, looking aside. "You know, your scent reminded me of someone." When he realized what he had just said, he face palmed himself. "I can't believe I said that…" he mumbled, hiding his face into his hands.

"You are so funny!" Izaya giggled – and had to realize that it was not a mocking type of giggle. "May I ask your name?"

"My name is Shizuo," Shizuo said, bowing politely. "And yours?"

"I am Kanra. It is nice to meet you, Shizuo-san!" No matter how much he wanted, he could not call him 'Shizu-chan'. "You see, I am quite new here. Would you be so kind and guide me through this wonderful city?" Izaya asked, beaming up at the other. Shizuos' only reaction was a little nod.

"Ah, the food was delicious!" Izaya sighed, leaning back on the bench. It was late afternoon and the setting sun painted the sky in orange and red. Izaya glanced at Shizuo. His frame in the sunlight was so beautiful that he felt his face heating up.

"Are you okay, Kanra-chan?" Shizuo asked, his eyebrows furrowing. Seeing the girls' surprised face, he smiled. "You know, the person I have told you about earlier always calls me on that stupid nickname. I wanted to feel how it feels to call someone 'chan'," he said, rubbing the back of his head, smiling sheepishly. "I have nicknames for him too, but they are quite offending. I really want to call him something else, but because of my short temper… it never comes out!"

Izaya saw that he started to feel frustrated and knew he had to save the situation.

"H-how do you want to call him?" He asked, feeling excitement bubbling up in his chest. Because of the fond smile on Shizuos' face, he felt the urge of kissing him.

"I want to call him 'Izaya-kun'," he said, looking to the sky. "Because no matter how annoying he can be, he is not a bad guy."

When he turned towards the girl to get her answer, she was nowhere to be seen.