12. She's waiting at a bus stop to go to Shibuya when a long, thin arm cloaked in a black sleeve winds its way around her slender shoulders and pulls her close. "Well, if isn't my dear little psychic. Off to see the Big Boss, are we?"

"Do you know that whenever you come within six meters of me, my stomach does this weird contortionist act?" Mai mutters, pinching the fur-lined sleeve between two fingers and peeling Izaya's foul arm away from her, like it's the filthiest rag she's ever come into contact with.

"Now don't be like that!" Izaya laughs, leaning forward and twisting his neck around to look at her. "I just wanted to say hello to my one of my most favorite humans, that's all. Word on the street is you've formed a bit of a rapport with Shizuo Heiwajima. A bit of an impressive feat, I must admit."

Mai swallows bile in her throat, trying to focus. Coming into contact with Izaya makes her nauseous, following his train of thought makes her head hurt or spin, depending on the dialogue, and him directly touching her makes her think she's going to have a heart attack or a seizure. All due to the unnatural (almost threatening) presence he gives off. She rolls her shoulders, as though trying to dump a load on the sidewalk, then asks, "What does it matter to you?"

"Oh, not much." He stops in front of her. "Just the simple fact that I hate Shizu-chan and try to stay out of his way as much as I can."

A human Izaya hated? She raises an eyebrow but dismisses the notion with a sly, "So what you're saying is if I continue to hang out with Heiwajima, I can finally get you to leave me alone?"

"Not necessarily." He states offhandedly, pulling out one of his many cell phones. "There's actually a website online where people go to report Shizu-chan's whereabouts, so I can avoid him indefinitely if I so choose. You're on there, too. Wanna see?"

"What?" Mai cries, snatching his phone away and finds herself staring wide-eyed at a message board covered in posts. Most are about her bartender friend, but she can see quite a number of them include 'a short woman with long, brown hair and wearing a long, black coat'. "Wha….I….ohh…." So much for the low profile Naru liked to maintain for SPR. How in God's good name had this….she raises her poisonous cinnamon eyes to Izaya's, livid with rage. The man curls his mouth in an insufferable grin and laughs. "You're unbelievable." Mai growls.

"Don't make such scary faces, Mai! It doesn't suit a lady!"

God, where was Shizuo with a garbage disposal bin when you needed him.

Oh, looks like he's by the West Exit.

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Author's Notes: I'll be explaining how these two met in a later chapter. Probably when Shizuo finds out about this little 'friendship'. I think Mai's abilities would mark her as a special human being in Izaya's mind, and he would probably adore her for that. Poor Mai.

Oh, and I used the metric system since that's what the use in Japan (and everywhere but the freakin' US). Six meters is about twenty feet.

Ghost Hunt is owned by Fuyumi Ono and Shiho Inada.

Durarara! is owned by Ryohgo Narita, Suzuhito Yasuda, and Akiyo Satorigi.