Hello! This is my first Fanfic and story, and I just absolutely love Shizaya fanfics as well. But I think that fem!Izaya derserves a bit more love too ;3 So please enjoy and all crituques are welcome. Since it's my first one I gotta learn from my mistakes! Also as it preogresses do expect delays since I do have a life, but also expect longer chapters (Hopefully)

Sincerely,

SimplFangirl

It had been 8 months, 8 damn months since Shizuo Heiwajima last seen his mortal enemy. Now to those who only saw Shizuo and the flea's relationship from another perspective figured this would be good for the ex-bartender. The parasite that plagued his life for so many years was gone. Just poof! Like out of thin air! Shizuo couldn't lie that for the first few months he really did enjoy this sort of...freedom, but Izaya Orihara's absence from the city began to take it's toll on him.

Shizuo always told himself that he would be the one to finish off the flea and no one else, plus he was somewhat used to these disappearances but this long term absence began to annoy the blonde. Just where did he disappear to? Shizuo has even gone to the length of barging into Izaya's apartment but only to find his secretary there. Even she had no idea what happened to the raven haired informant. Although the blonde had a gut feeling she was lying to hide Izaya, but who would do that for him? He seemed perfectly capable of hiding by himself apparently. For those past 8 months, Shizuo was irritable but at the same time peaceful. Izaya's absence was both a blessing and an annoyance. Shizuo really began to wonder if the flea was actually dead, and so did the rest of the city. Maybe that's what he wanted.

"Dammit…" The tall blonde had cursed to himself as he dug deep into his pockets to find his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He was still working with his friend Tom as a debt collector which proved no help in finding Izaya however. He started to ask clients about the informant after often pummeling them but they always said they didn't know anything. Even Tom started to notice Shizuo's persistence to track down Izaya through clients and questioned the blonde about it a couple of times. But Shizuo always brushed off Tom's questions since he didn't really know himself why he wanted to find his mortal enemy so bad. Maybe it was just to finish business? Or some sort of weird instinct. Tom had even suggested that Shizuo was feeling worried about the damn flea, which quickly pissed Shizuo off and made him punch a hole in the wall of a burger joint they were eating at while discussing this topic. Tom decided to never ask again.

At this point Shizuo was so caught up in his thoughts that he had accidentally bumped into Tom who had stopped in front of him while they were on their way to lunch at Russia Sushi. His unlit cigarette hung on his lips as he stared down blankly to his dark friend.

"What's up?" Shizuo asked with a slight mumble since he didn't want the cigarette falling from his lips. He then leaned forward slightly to see that Tom had an eyebrow raised with an incredulous look on his face. This motioned for Shizuo to follow his gaze with his eyebrows knitted, before his face quickly sharpened at the sight. There was a figure standing in front of Simon by Russia Sushi across the street in front of them with that familiar fur-trimmed coat and dark, charcoal hair. As if on instinct, a feral growl came from Shizuo as the unlit cigarette in his mouth snapped and fell to the ground. Upon hearing the growl, Tom tried to speak to Shizuo but he already knew it was pointless. The tall blonde was taking off in that direction while bellowing a loud yell.

"Izaya!" Shizuo shouted huskily. The crowd in front of him immediately parted like a sea, leaving Simon and the figure in plain sight. Simon was the first one to look at Shizuo with a ridiculous grin even though the rampaging blonde was dashing toward them. The blonde was too blinded with rage either to see that the figure was exposing quite a bit of leg too. At least more than Izaya Orihara ever would. But it was too late, the ex-bartender was there and grabbed the fur-trimmed coat tightly and roughly pulled the figure toward him. Instead of that damned, smug face Shizuo was expecting, he was met with the gentle and somewhat surprised look of a girl.

"Ah-...um…" Shizuo immediately froze from almost punching this small girl in front of him. Oh no, did he make a mistake? No it couldn't be, no one else in this city would dare wear an almost exact jacket like Izaya Orihara's. There was silence between the two, including Simon, in this moment and Shizuo was able to take in the girl's face at this close proximity. She had a similar facial look to Izaya even, from the paleness of her skin to her bony cheeks that matched so well with the slight curves of her raven hair gently shaping her face. And those auburn eyes were all too familiar. This could not be a mistake.

"Shizuo!" Simon finally interrupted the silence in a gleeful, heavy Russian accent. "You come to meet new friend?" Although Simon's cheerful greeting was ignored but the enraged but confused blonde.

"Who the hell are you!?" Shizuo growled in the girl's face while still holding a tight grip on her. "And where's Izaya!?"

Finally, a smirk broke out on the girl's lips that could be none other than an Orihara smirk. "Izaya is dead." The girl spoke in such a monotone and calm way despite the smile on her thin lips. "Or I could be lying."