In Ikeburkuro, the streets are always bustling with people who work in the underground. Hidden amongst the naïve and innocent, gang members lurk in the darkest corners, plotting their next scheme.

Deep in one of the many alleyways, two people stood in the shadows. Two men; one a highschooler, and the other a young man. The taller of the two smirked deviously, leaning against the dirty brick wall. Hands deep in his pockets, Izaya thumbed the dull edge of his blade as he and the blonde boy in front of him stared each other down.

"I'm not going to help you." Kida growled as he clenched his fists next to him. His almond colored eyes narrowed as Izaya chuckled lowly under his breathe and pushed away from the wall, bending closer to the highschooler.

"I still think that the price I've offered is more than enough to convince you." Izaya whispered into Kida's ear. Kida flinched as he could practically feel Izaya's smirk. Izaya chuckled when Kida didn't react. He turned away, trailing the tip of his finger along Kida's jaw. A shiver ran down the blonde's spine and he swallowed thickly as Izaya continued to walk away, his red eye gleaming. "Keep in touch. I'll give you more details later~"

With a huff, Kida turned and dashed out of the alley, racing as fast as he could. He panted heavily as he weaved his way through the busy streets, dodging and ignoring every flash of yellow he saw on his way. He didn't want to go back to that life. But…he didn't want to be sucked into his life either.

But none of Kida's concerns and worries mattered to Izaya. The informant knew that Kida would come back to him in time.

He stepped out of the alley, merging back into the flow of people. He smiled happily, taking a deep breathe as he briskly walked at the same pace of his beloved humans. Being among them brought him a thrill nothing else could give him. He longed to get deeper in their heads, to understand what makes each one tick. They were all unique and different. It was stimulating.

He hopped his way across the crosswalk, stepping lightly on each thick white stripe as he hummed a small tune. Nothing could ruin this day.

Except a trashcan slamming a few feet in front of him, barely missing his face. He stopped to a halt, smirking with sinister glee as he glanced to his left in the direction of the projectile.

As predictable as ever, Shizuo was storming his way through the crowd, pushing people out of the way while muttering something under his breathe. Izaya stepped back, gripping the handle of his blade firmly; Shizuo broke through the crowd, standing at the edge of the crosswalk - safely away from any passing cars. Izaya stood still in front of the trash can that was half buried into the concrete.

"Izaya!"

"Shizu-chan~"

Shizuo's eyes gleamed with rage and violence as a toothy grin grew on his face, his pupils dilating as he set his focus on the flea a few feet from him.

"I thought I told you to never step foot in 'Bukuro again, ha?" he growled, taking his glasses off and folding them into his vest. Izaya smirked and shrugged, eyes lidded coyly as he stared at Shizuo.

"I must have missed that memo."

Shizuo clenched his fists and growled, "Memo my ass. Just get the fuck out of here before I fucking rip that smile from your god damn face!"

Izaya giggled and licked his lips, "And what if I didn't?~"

"Like I said; fucking rip your fucking smile off, flea." Shizuo yelled as he twitched at the sadistic and slightly erotic gesture Izaya just pulled. It made his stomach twist with sickness.

"Tsk tsk, watch your language. We are near young children you know!~" Izaya sang as he motioned toward the crowd around them. He smirked wider, taking one step back, "You really need to watch that tongue of yours."

"Fuck. you." He growled under his breath, his eye twitching as he felt his blood pressure rising immensely by the second, his heart racing and palms sweating.

"Nah, I'm not really that into you~" Izaya purred with a wink.

"FUCK YOU!" Shizuo roared as he burst into a sprint, leaping over the cars that tried to drive past. Izaya jolted with excitement as he turned around and bounded over the trash can, diving into the throng of people and running down the street.