Desclaimer: I do NOT own Durarara or it's characters.

A/N: I wrote this today to take a break from a Yu Yu Hakusho fanfic I'm currently working on and probably publish soon. I was thinking of doing a series of auto-conclusive chapters with this story, but I'm not completely sure. However, for now I'm leaving the story "in progress".
Enjoy!

What about love?

1

"Mirai-chan" Orihara Izaya sang from the other side of my couch. "What would you do if the person you are in love with" he stopped to build some suspense; I intentionally ignored him as he put his finger up. "Said he wants to have sex with you?" He tilted his head grinning and leaning forward.

"Why such a question?" I asked calmly while continuing to paint my nails with a reddish dark brown.

"Just curious."

I rose a brow at him. "I would accept, of course."

He blinked at me in surprise. "Really?"

"Really."

He laid back on the couch. "I thought you were the kind of girl with a pure heart that would only sleep with someone out of love."

"It would be out of love. After all, I do love him."

"But what if he doesn't love you and he's only after your body?" He teased.

"I would still have sex with him."

"Why? Don't you want him to love you back before having sex with him?"

"I do, but I would still do it." He frowned at me. "I'm not stupid, Izaya. If I'm in love with him it's obvious I would also want to sleep with him, so if I can't have his heart I will at least have his body, even if it will eventually hurt afterwards."

He grinned at me and sat on the couch with his legs crossed looking at me in the eyes. "I never knew you were this kind of person, Mirai-chan." He said playing with my hair. "Why did you cut it?"

"Because it's freaking hot." I replied trying to focus on my nails. "Besides, it's not that short, and it will grow back in no time." I glanced at his face; he seemed lost in his thoughts.

"I like long hair." He said caressing my neck.

"I told you it will grow back."

"But short hair suits you better." He leaned forward and bit my neck.

He surprised me and I gasped painting my hand in the process. "Izaya!"

He chuckled at me. "It makes you look more mature." He sang. "Short hair." He grinned.

I looked at my painted hand and then at him.

"Oh, sorry about that." He apologized not sounding sorry at all.

I growled in response and stood up to go take nail polish remover and clean my hand.

"Mirai-chan." He said making me stop and turn to glare at him. "You're blushing madly." He laughed.

"I know." I muttered and left for the bathroom.

-xxx-

"Did you ever had sex with someone you weren't in love with?" Izaya asked as we sat on the couch watching a movie.

"Why are you here again, Izaya? During my movie night."

"I was running from Shizu-chan and thought I could stay at your place until he got tired of looking for me."

I sighed. "I'm gonna be in trouble if he finds out you stay here."

"Don't worry, I'm always careful." He smiled at me. "Now answer my question."

"What's with all the sex questions? Yesterday, and today, too."

"You can't answer with another question." He whined.

"I did." I replied taking my glass of tea from the coffee table.

"When did you lose your virginity?"

I chocked on my drink and blinked at him. "Beg your pardon?"

"When did you lose your virginity?" He repeated in the same tone as before.

"What are you going to do with such information?" I asked trying regaining my composure.

"Nothing, just curious." His tone was more serious than I expected.

"I'm not telling you."

"Why not?" His voice got higher as he looked at me surprised.

"Because it's none of your business." I answered in a calm tone and a serious expression. He frowned, but didn't insist further.

We remained silent for the rest of the movie.

-xxx-

"Who are you in love with, Mirai-chan?" Izaya asked while he stalked me in a supermarket.

I turned to look at him as I held in my hand an eggplant I was inspecting. "What's gotten into you lately?"

"Nothing really." He shrugged.

I frowned at him and continued my shopping for groceries. "I find it difficult to believe you don't know already."

"As hard to believe it may seem" he began picking a box of cereals and putting it in the shopping cart. "I don't know."

"Ooh." I said in a fake surprised voice. "You're lying." I stated grabbing some bottles of tea.

"Ok. Let's say I have an idea on who it might be… but I'm not sure, so I want to hear it from you."

"Why?" I scoffed at him walking to the cash register.

"Because I'm an informant, and it's my job to know everything about everyone."

I laughed at his statement, and paid for the groceries without answering. He took one of the bags and we walked out and back to my house. A loud crash broke the silence as a vending machine landed in front of us, and was followed by an even more loud voice.

"I-za-ya!" Heiwajima Shizuo was fuming on the other side of the street. "I told you not to come in Ikebukuro!"

"Tch, Shizu-chan." Izaya spat glaring at the blond.

I took the shopping bag from him. "He looks pissed."

"I'll see you at your place in about an hour." He said and was about to take his leave, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back getting on the tip of my toes to kiss him. After a second, a pulled back and looked at his shocked expression with a smile.

"I love you."

He blinked at me a few times while I was leaving and an angry Shizuo was running towards him.

"Don't die, Izaya." I waved at him and turned the corner walking back home.

That night Izaya never came find me.