A/N: I did it! It's 1:30 in the morning but I did it! I'm really very sorry about not updating. You all deserve this, far more than I can say!

To Blah Blah Blah: He he, I'm glad that you get this, because some people just don't understand that fanfiction writers do do other things besides write fanfiction. :) I'm allllmoooosttttt at Shizuo and Kise formally meeting. Almost! It'll be pretty much the first thing that happens in the next chapter!

To Akatsuki Fatale: Haha, I love that idea! I'm planning on having Shizuo and probably Shinra also see the picture in the next chapter. I hope you'll find their reactions satisfactory! :D

To Shadowgirl909: I am so, so, so, so sorry to have kept you waiting so long on this update. Please forgive me! Dx It hurts me too that I can't update much. Well here's a longer chapter for you, and I'll be sure to get in contact if I ever have the time. Thank you for being such an enthusiastic reader; I just hope I haven't lost you!

To Reimei-Jennoir: I also fell in love with the prospect of Izaya and Kise in the same fic :D Please enjoy!

Just a universal thank you to all you wonderful reviewers, followers, favoriters, and just readers in general. You all are the reason I write!

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! or Kuroko no Basuke

Izaya stomped on people's pride.

Izaya stomed on people.

And, apparently, as Kise was observing now, Izaya even stomped on people's cell phones. (As if the people-stomping wasn't weird enough!)

"Ryo-chan, your turn!" Izaya called out to Kise who had been staying out of view, as per usual when it came to Izaya's 'business'. "Go for it, Ryo-chan!" Izaya smiled happily while tossing Kise yet another cell phone he had stolen from a group of teenage girls.

But before Kise had a chance to even put the phone on the pavement of the semi-suspicious alleyway they were currently in, one of the girls charged at him and tackled him to the ground.

"Kyaaa! It's Kise Ryouta, the super hot fashion model!"

And in the blink of an eye, Kise was buried alive under a swarm of girls, all offering up their cell phones to be stomped on by him.

As Kise was struggling to even breathe, Izaya was off to the side, of course, taking pictures, and laughing, in his downright creepy, near evil way, at Kise's predicament.

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"Izayacchi really is terrible," Kise pouted.

The two were now walking one of the many streets of Ikebukuro, on their way to lunch at one of Izaya's frequent eateries.

"Ah, but Ryo-chan is just too funny~" said Izaya.

Kise paused in his walking and glanced up, eyes widening. "Ne, ne Izayacchi, look!"

Blown up for all of Ikebukuro to see was the picture Kise and Izaya had taken the day before at the photo shoot, displayed on one of the giant electronic panels in the city's center*.

"Well don't I look like a sexy beast?" Izaya asked no one in particular. "Ne, Ryo-chan, let's take a picture to capture this momentous occasion!"

So Izaya and Kise put up peace signs and smiled with their blown up picture in the background.

"Now," Izaya clapped his hands. "To Russia Sushi!"

Izaya skipped happily towards the restaurant in question, and Kise trailed along behind him.

"Simon, table for two please!" Izaya called out to a large black man.

"This way, Orihara-san and friend," Simon directed in broken Japanese with a smile. He led the pair over to a nicely sunlit booth* by the window.

"Arigatou, Simon!" Izaya chirped. When Simon presented them with two menus, Izaya simply waved them away. Before Kise had a chance to intercede and accept a menu, Izaya announced, "We're already set to order: two servings of ootoro, please! And hurry it along." Izaya handed Simon some extra cash. Simon replied with a nod of his head and walked away to seat the next customers.

"This place has the best ootoro," Izaya commented offhandedly, looking out the window. "You have to try some!"

"I don't really have a choice now, do I?" Kise sighed. Though inside he knew that this behavior was to be expected from Izaya, and anything else would've been truly strange.

"Two ootoros for Orihara-san and friend," Simon placed one platter of tuna in front of each person, along with a cup of water for each as well.

"Itadakimasu~" Izaya practically sang, then he looked down and paused. "Ara? Where are my chopsticks?"

Said chopsticks were nowhere to be found on the table.

"Don't worry, I'll ask." Kise quickly said to Izaya. Kise looked around and saw an extremely tense looking blond haired man sitting by himself, eating, in the booth diagonal to theirs. As he was alone, Kise assumed that the pair of unused chopsticks on that table were extras. Made more than a bit apprehensive by the man's so clearly aggravated disposition, Kise considered just sitting back down and waiting for their waiter to come around. But he knew that that would take much longer, and it would be strange and cowardly for him to back out now. So Kise stood up and walked the short distance to the booth.

"Ah, excuse me, but are you using those chopsticks?" Kise asked, gesturing.

The man seemed to think for a while before answering, which Kise found to be rather odd as the question simply required a yes or no answer. Finally, he seemed to make up his mind, and he handed Kise the chopsticks.

"Arigatou!" Kise replied, then sat back down, offering Izaya the chopsticks.

"Now aren't I very much like a poor, helpless damsel in distress, and Ryo-chan my handsome, valiant knight in shining armor?" Izaya asked, turning his head in mock shyness. He placed one hand daintily on his chest and fluttered his eyelashes before reaching out with his other hand to take the chopsticks.

Kise chuckled rather awkwardly, "You really do make even the smallest things into a great show, don't y—"

"Alas!" Izaya sighed dramatically, cutting Kise off. He was clearly not yet finished with this 'show' of his. "Whatever shall I do to repay my heroic knight?"

"A-ah, I don't need anything, really. It was my pleasure. Any decent person would do it, after a—"

"Nonsense," Izaya continued on. "Now what shall it be?" He appeared to be thinking. "Perhaps, a kiss?" Izaya was sure to draw out that last word, while throwing Kise a mischievous look.

Kise was completely mortified. Red faced, a stuttering mess, he couldn't bring himself to form any complete sentence no matter how hard he tried. Who did this guy think he was, suggesting something like that?!

Unfazed by Kise's strong reaction—and, in fact, appearing like he hadn't noticed it at all, other than acquiring a glimmering mirth in his eyes that certainly hadn't been there before—Izaya plodded on: "No, no, that isn't it. Ah, I've got it—" Using his new set of chopsticks, Izaya picked up a plump piece of ootoro. "Accept this, O Intrepid Knight, as a token of my deepest gratitude and appreciation~"

Kise, about ready to do anything at this point to end this madness, obediently leaned forward to eat the fish off Izaya's chopsticks…

When suddenly he found himself sprawled on the floor, their once grounded table towering menacingly above him.

"IIIIIZZAAAAAYYYAAAAA-KUNNNNN!"

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Of course Shizuo knew Izaya was there. He knew it the instant Izaya stepped into the place—it started reeking like only he could.

And of course he would end up in a booth so irritatingly close to his own. Throughout his whole meal at Russia Sushi, Shizuo's every muscle was tensed and his teeth were clenched with the determination not to smash that Flea's face in, not to destroy that obnoxious Flea, not to make any sort of motion towards that booth.

Because he knew that if he did, the whole place would end up in unsalvageable ruins, like always, and everyone inside…

Well, this is where the real problem lay:

"It's that Flea! I'm gonna kill him!" Shizuo growled instantly after he had seen Simon guide Izaya to the booth diagonal to his.

"Easy, Shizuo. That's a worse idea than usual, actually." Shinra, Shizuo's dining companion for the day, said upon seeing with whom Izaya was dining with.

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"You mean you don't know Kise Ryouta?" Shinra asked, clearly shocked. "Super famous model and basketball prodigy ring a bell?" Shizuo shook his head. "Well, that's who he is. Why he's with Izaya is beyond me.

"But if anything happens to him, you're not only going to have his manager and coach after your head, but also any companies he had signed to model for, crazy outraged diehard Kise Ryouta fangirls, and his current and past basketball team members. Now that's a headache you really don't want to give yourself.

"Plus, I've heard strange things about Kise-san's middle school team captain… Scary things. Now they're just rumors and could easily be untrue, but if they aren't, well, you probably don't want to get on his bad side."

"Fine fine fine fine fine," Shizuo muttered. "I get it. Let's just hurry up and get out of here."

Unfortunately, Russia Sushi was pretty packed that day, and Shizuo and Shinra had to wait a good long while for their meals. Shinra was quite fine with this, content babbling about anything and everything to Shizuo. Shizuo, on the other hand, had already broken a piece of the table off and permanently indented the floor in his thus far successful attempt at restraining himself.

Just as Shinra got up to use the restroom, their food arrived. Shizuo gladly dug into his meal, welcoming of this distraction. He was finally beginning to think that he was going to make it through this okay—until he heard a voice.

"Ah, excuse me, but are you using those chopsticks?"

Somehow, Shizuo knew who it was before he turned to look.

Kise Ryouta.

Of course, how perfectly ironic. Clearly, the universe hated him.

And now Shizuo was faced with a decision: Give up Shinra's chopsticks? Or not?

Shizuo knew very well that this guy was the reason he couldn't get at Izaya, and therefore, he thought, this guy didn't deserve any of his chopsticks. (Well, technically they were Shinra's, but that was beside the point.)

As much as he tried to convince himself of this, Shizuo knew he wouldn't be able to bring himself to be mean to someone over something that was really, in the end, that Flea's fault entirely.

He handed Kise the chopsticks.

"Arigatou!"

Shizuo sighed. He was such a softie.

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Things had gotten even more difficult for Shizuo. Now the Flea was talking in that annoying, downright grating voice of his.

And as much as Shizuo tried to tune him out, tried to focus on his food, even tried to focus on Shinra's nonsense, he simply couldn't, and so he halfheartedly overheard their conversation.

Now, it took quite some time, what with all the forced distractions and overall attempts at shutting Izaya out, but finally Shizuo's mind put two and two together, and he realized—

"I… gave that filthy Flea…chopsticks…" Shizuo said, shaking with rage, eyes widening with obvious disgust.

Shinra knew that Shizuo had given away his first set of chopsticks, and he could clearly predict his next move. But frankly, knowing Shizuo as well as he did, he understood that nothing he said to his fuming friend would matter at this point.

So Shinra merely shook his head as Shizuo thrust himself up out of his seat and rushed over to the nearby booth, ripping Izaya and Kise's table upward and shouting in his usual, insane way:

"IIIIIZZAAAAAYYYAAAAA-KUNNNNN!"

A/N: And Shizuo has now joined into this fic! He's still a supporting character to Izaya and Kise though, but he'll still play and active role for at least another chapter or so. I hope he and Shinra aren't too OOC!

Also, did you like how Akashi sneaked his way into this fic? I just couldn't resist including him!

*I have no idea if there are actually large electronic panels in Ikebukuro. I envisioned it something like Times Square, but less grand/flashy.

*I also have no idea if any restaurants in Japan have booths. This was just the image that popped into my head, so I decided to go ahead and use it.

Oh, I almost forgot! Happy Holidays! New Years is pretty soon; I hope you all have a good one.

Hearts!

-Snowey G.