Hello! I'm actually setting a goal for myself in doing at least one fanfiction for every anime I've watched. So Here's one for Durarara. Enjoy Shizuo's Brotherly protectiveness.

Flea Spray

[Prologue?]

Honestly, how did this happen? I ducked behind a dumpster in a dark alley. All I could hear was my most favorite person in the whole world scream my name at the top of his lungs.

"Izaya! Where are you! Show yourself!"

He flipped a few vending machines and searched high and low for me. I sighed in disappointment. I only hugged her. Hugged her! It is not as if I slept with her, impregnated her and kicked her outside in the road on the most frigid day in history, with only Russian Sushi to eat. Do you think I'm the kind of of person that would do that?

Sure, I, Izaya Oihara, may be a jerk that makes other people's lives a miserable living hell, but I still have feelings. I mean this would be a lot easier for me if I met her before he did. Yes, a lot easier.

However, Shizu-chan is acting as if I just did all those things I said. Honestly, sometimes I wish he would just fall of a bridge looking for me, which would make my day. That way I could be at least standing beside her without having a vending machine or lamppost thrown at me.

Maybe while he is looking for me I could find her... she's probably with Shinra right now.

"Found you, flea!"

Holy...

I jumped as Shizuo lifted the dumpster over my head and stared down at me with that maniacal look of his, I smiled nervously.

"Hello, Shizu-chan~" Still holding the dumpster up with one hand he removed the cigarette from his mouth and bent it.

"Izaya..." He's going to kill me...

"Get back here Izaya, so I can shove this pole up your ass!" Nope, no thank you. Good day to you, sir. I disappeared around the bend of another block before hiding behind a truck.

"Izaya!" I watched as Shizuo kept running. I began to laugh seeing how simple his mind was, until a vending machine silenced me smashing one side of the truck.

"You're not getting away!" Damnit more running. My legs hurt; my lungs feel as if they're going to popped out of my chest. Usually if I had my switchblade I would at least cut him once before running, but it is currently at the office. Therefore, I have no choice but to keep on running, until I lose him again.

Well, since you have been listening to me ramble on this whole time, I might as well tell you how this all happened...

[Prologue End?]

Sorry, but it's only the first chapter don't hold it against me for being short; think of it as a prologue of some sort. The others will be much longer I swear.

By the way, I love Russian Sushi. No joke. It is delicious. Seriously.)