Title: Brand New Tomorrow

Pairing: Eventual Shizaya

Rating: T for now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! Or any of its characters.

Summary: Two and a half years after the events that shook Ikebukuro and everyone is starting to get their lives back. Or…almost everyone. Shizuo Heiwajima would rather bite his tongue to death than admit he was worried, but what would happen when after that much time, Izaya Orihara comes back in Ikebukuro? Will he be out for revenge? Or will he be different now?

Warnings: Probably OOC and blood and violence for later chapters

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed this fic for me. The plot was my random musing, and I'm glad some are as curious about what happened to Izaya as I am.

To clear-skyz (ah, thank you!), anon (I was wondering where all the post volume 13 fics were too tbh), Kajune ( I hope not, there would be a few mentions I suppose but nothing really major. ^^. Thank you, 3 that means a lot), KN (Wah, I hope to meet expectations ;_;) HOLY POOP ( It continues…for now at least kekeke), Aiwa (ur lengthy review omg thank you so much. I hope I didn't make Izaya too OOC for you, he has changed tho, hopefully for the better. )

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Shizuo blinked. Once, twice…then once more just to make sure he wasn't just imagining things (After all, Shinra warned him that too much thinking could lead to a strain on his mind—or possible hallucinations, as he put gently). But the image did not go away.

There was no mistaking it.

That was definitely Izaya Orihara.

Anger, excitement and something incredibly quite close to relief instantly filled his veins. Anger for disappearing for two and a half fucking years without letting anyone know he was still alive (The flea had no business telling him he knew, but wouldn't it make sense if he did? Even if only to taunt him that he was still in fact, living. Besides, Shinra and his sister had been worried sick about him…obviously thinking he was already dead). Excitement at the fact that he was back...Izaya Orihara being back meant no more boring days for Heiwajima Shizuo…no matter how hard he tried to deny it, Izaya's plots to get him killed, arrested, in trouble or whatever else he could come up with were the things that made him feel…well, alive. The flea was the only person who could stand up to his strength and while he hated the bastard for it…he also secretly glad. Everyone was wary of his ridiculous strength, Izaya was one of those few who didn't fear it…and he was the only damn one who actually tries his best to piss him off. In a twisted sort of way, he enjoyed it; especially their cat and mouse chase game all over Ikebukuro. He scoffed at the feeling of relief (and something else he couldn't quite place) and shook his head. Why the hell would he be relieved? Izaya's presence always meant trouble…one way or another…him being back here must mean something.

He growled, whatever Izaya was planning he was not about the damn flea go through with it. Then he felt himself grin. Now this feels a bit nostalgic. Crushing the cigarette with his left hand he started towards Izaya.

Izaya's back was turned on him though, and there was no indication that he felt Shizuo's presence which was a little weird considering the informant usually knew if he was coming even from several miles away.

"IZAA-"

"IZAYA! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" a voice drowned out Shizuo's call and Izaya turned as a tall bald man wearing sunglasses came towards the informant, frowning and shaking his head. Sort of like a mother being disappointed at her son for doing something bad. "I TURN AROUND FOR ONE SECOND AND YOU GO WONDERING OFF! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT STICKING CLOSE TO ME?" The scene looked a bit comical to Shizuo (whom the pair conveniently didn't seem to notice) he half expected Izaya's switchblade finding its way to the man's throat but that wasn't what happened at all.

"Well?"

Sure, Izaya looked annoyed at the man, but instead of retaliating (as he would have usually done) the informant simply crossed his arms and muttered a low "…Sorry"

Shizuo's mouth hang open…The flea just….apologized?

What the hell?

-kineandizaya'spov-

Two and a half years.

Two and a half years since the chaos he caused almost destroyed the city. But here he was staring at it again…looking as if that nightmare two and a half years ago didn't happen. It almost seemed insulting, how everyone moved on with their lives just like that. Ah, but then again he knew they would…and he wanted all of them to. They were all, after all, free from the thoughts that Izaya would somehow come up with something sinister again to befall their beloved city.

The only thing to make them think that way is when I'm dead….right? He thought, smiling to himself. He looked around, instantly recognizing the place his feet lead him to. This place leads to the west gate park, and was often a route of his usual game of chase with Shizuo. Ah, now that's nostalgic. He mused, just staring at a particular signpost ahead. It was obviously a new one, only a year or two in its place. Well, at least it's safe to say that the vending machines and signposts are more peaceful now, huh? He inwardly chuckled then scolded himself. Two and a half years since I've been here and I have to think about the person who almost killed me.

Maybe Simon was somehow right…maybe I do have some sort of weird Shizu-chan complex…

Do I?

I wonder where Shizu-chan is anyway...

Wait Why am I even thinking about him?

"IZAYA! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" a voice suddenly called out and Izaya instantly felt like a child being scolded for bad behavior. Damn, was he that far away from Kine already? "I TURN AROUND FOR ONE SECOND AND YOU GO WONDERING OFF! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT STICKING CLOSE TO ME?" He was frowning and shaking his head in disappointment….Definitely like a mother scolding her child. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the tall man.

Izaya huffed at him instead, feeling annoyed. Any other person who dared yell at him like that would found themselves dead on the ground with their throats slit and eyes still wide open, but as it was, it was Kine. Someone he couldn't do that to.

Kine knows it too...damn him. "Well?"

Tsk.

Izaya sighed; he could such an ass sometimes, and a bully. Seriously, one day he was going to get back at him and he was going to make Kine wet his bed…somehow. It was hard to imagine the man do that right now though. Conceding, he crossed his arms and muttered "…Sorry"

There, he said it!

The bald man suddenly laughed loudly, ruffling Izaya's hair as he did (What the hell-Stop that!). "See? That wasn't so hard! You could actually apologize if you wanted to! (Shut up! You were just lucky it's you!...And I was in the wrong this time!)" Then he turned serious "But seriously, don't disappear like that so suddenly next time" there was worry in his voice that made him feel suddenly guilty.

"I know, I know…I said I was sorry didn't I?" Izaya told him "I got distracted that's all…"

Kine nodded at that "Ah…If you put it that way…then I can't exactly blame you…after all…it's been two and a half years since you were back home, right?" he said with a teasing tone. "Is the scenery greeting you with 'Welcome Home, Izaya?"

Izaya glowered at him, in those years of knowing each other he never really pegged the man to be the teasing, mother hen type of person. He was tough and muscular, the informant thought that would all there is to him. He guessed living people actually tells you a lot about someone. "Shut up, I never said I thought of Ikebukuro as my home…!"

"You don't remember all those times I asked you if you wanted to go to Ikebukuro and all you tell me is…'I don't want to go home yet?'"

"Kine, I seriously want to kill you right now…"

"I'm kidding, Izaya" he said. "You know I'm actually proud of you right? You were the one who asked to come here this time after all…"

Izaya didn't say anything.

"Now, don't you think it's time to tell everyone Izaya Orihara is in fact, still alive?"

-tbc-