A/N: Hey readers! I've had this written for a while but I've been holding off because, well, I wasn't sure if anyone actually wanted it :) But, thanks to Razdaaand Blah Blah Blah, I know that at least two people want more Izaya and Kise, and that's enough for me. So this is dedicated to them! (Thanks both of you!) :D

Just a heads up, Naoki Ito is an OC playing the part of another model, and Shouhei is my OC photographer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! or Kuroko no Basuke, nor their respective characters.

"Yea... um I uhh... you see I..." Kise fumbled over his words.

A guy?! A skipping guy all in black out at this hour? And what's with that creepy smirk? Oh this was such a bad idea! Kise was really beginning to sweat.

The smirk on the guy's face grew into a look of sheer delight as realization dawned upon him. His red eyes glinted. "Sugoi! You're Kise Ryouta! But you're supposed to be at a photo shoot; Ryo-chan must be lost..." Izaya talked to himself, starting to skip circles around he blond, already fixing Kise with a '-chan' honorific and seemingly automatically using his first name.

Kise was panicking now. This guy is a total creeper! But if it comes to it, I'm bigger than him, better muscled too. I don't want to fight, but if I have to...

"Ne, Ryo-chan?" Izaya paused his incessant bouncing.

"Yes, Orihara-san?" Kise tried his best to sound calm.

"I can get you to your destination."

"W-wa?" Kise stuttered, aghast, "I never told you I was lost or where I needed to go!"

"Ah, but I'm Orihara Izaya," said man winked, "I know everything~"

Suddenly, the dark haired man was strutting across the street. "Ne, Ryo-chan, aren't you coming?"

Kise inhaled and bit his lip, contemplating. With a reluctant sigh, Kise jogged across the street to catch up to his new guide.

Well, there's no going back now, Kise thought, as he pulled out his cell. He quickly addressed a text to his manager, then typed out, "Never mind. On my way." Or so he hoped. He sent it.

Kise was praying he hadn't just made a big mistake.

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"We're here~" Izaya chirped, gesturing to the building with a large sweep of his slender arm.

"Suteki!" Kise said. It was, in fact, the right place. They had taken so many back roads and had even cut across a few people's properties (much to Kise's discomfiture); Kise really thought he was wandering around Shinjuku aimlessly with the likes of this bubbly, chattering stranger. To Kise, nothing could have been a more welcoming sight than this building.

Remembering himself, Kise turned to give his guide a quick bow. "Domo arigatou gozaimasu, Orihara-san!" And with that Kise yanked open the door, with a little more excitement than he had intended.

Just then, Kise saw black hair cutting in front of him, entering the building.

"My, Ryo-chan is such a gentleman, holding the door for me~" Izaya teased.

"Ano, Orihara-san," Kise said, bemused, "what... what are you doing?"

"Consider this your repayment to me," Izaya said, smirking once more. "I'm going to stay and watch this, and maybe even take some photos," he said as he procured a high-quality camera from out of nowhere. "Ryo-chan is very popular for that pretty face of his~"

"A-ah, sure, Orihara-san! After all, I am truly indebted to you, aha," Kise awkwardly chuckled.

Just then, Kise's manager came bursting out of the elevator into the lobby where Kise and Izaya stood.

"Suzukicchi!" Kise exclaimed, more than relieved to not have to be alone with the raven-haired man any longer.

"Ryouta! Thank goodness! I just got finished with a meeting when the head photographer called to ask me where her models were. I rushed over, and neither you nor Naoki were here! I got your voicemail and your text, but I still worried because I know you have a problem with directions..." the frantic woman trailed off, seemingly out of breath. Kise felt it appropriate to conduct introductions at that point.

"Ah, Suzukicchi, this is the person who helped me get here, Orihara Izaya."

"Hajimemashite, Suzuki-sama," Izaya said with an unusual air of professionalism, which differed greatly from his prior behavior. He offered what looked to be a genuine smile and a warm handshake.

"What a gentleman," Suzuki commented fondly. "Are you a friend of Ryouta's?"

"Eheh, not exactly," Kise stammered, effectively answering for Izaya.

"Oh. Pity," she focused her attention back on Izaya. "I hope you'll be staying?"

"I'd be honored to," Izaya said sweetly. Kise figured he was no longer the only lady charmer present.

"But of course," Suzuki grinned. "Now into the elevator, we've already wasted enough time, ne, Ryouta?" Kise swallowed thickly.

"Suzukicchi?" Kise asked as the three of them rode up in the elevator, "Has Itocchi made it here yet?"

The woman sighed. "No, not yet. And I haven't heard a thing from him," she fretted, waving her cell phone.

The ding from the elevator signified their arrival. The trio walked silently into an enormous room full of people: make-up artists, photographers, sound and lighting and wardrobe teams. In the far back there was a large white backdrop.

"Shouhei-san!" Suzuki cried out, calling to an impatient looking woman with a myriad of cameras and other technological equipment around her. "I found Ryouta!"

"Finally," the lady said, smiling with relief. "And Naoki?"

"Still missing, but-"

The woman rolled her eyes. "I have a tight schedule. This shoot needs two models, and it's now or never."

"But it's too late to call in a replacement!" Suzuki reasoned.

"Not my problem."

Suzuki looked ready to collapse. Sensing this, Kise led her to a chair and got her some water.

"Thank you, Ryouta. It's just, this shoot is crucial to your reputation. We really can't afford to give this up."

Suddenly, Suzuki's eyes lit up. Her bright gaze turned to Izaya.

"Thin, pale skin, unblemished, about 15 centimeters shorter than Ryouta..." she muttered, sizing Izaya up.

She seemed satisfied with the results of her brief analysis. "Overall, very attractive. Model-worthy. And you should look just fine paired with Ryouta," she smiled, finally addressing Izaya.

"...Pardon?" Izaya inquired, as if confused.

"Orihara-sama, I'm begging you!" Suzuki pleaded, suddenly on her hands and knees in front of him on the ground, face to the floor. "Please, will you model for this shoot with Ryouta?!"

Ooh, cliffhanger! :)

Sorry for the random, perhaps out of place inclusion of certain Japanese words. I just felt like the Japanese substitution for those certain select words worked better than the English. *Shrugs* ^u^ Maybe maybe not

Some very brief translations (I apologize for any potential inaccuracies; I just Googled):

Sugoi: Awesome, super, cool, 'Wow, that/this is great'

Suteki: Wonderful, amazing, lovely

Domo arigatou gozaimasu: Thank you very much

Hajimemashite: Formal 'Pleased to meet you'

To Blah Blah Blah: Me too! :D That's why this piece exists. I just love them both to bits~!

To Razdaa: Thank you also for the review! It's such great motivation :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

I love all my readers! Review if you feel so inclined :)

'Til next time!

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