Day One
How We Started

"IZAYAAAAAAAA!"

"Well that's my cue to leave."

The sound of clicking came up, speaking fallowing, "You really need to solve this."

"But why? No point in ruining such great fun!"

"YOU STUPID BASTARD GET OUT OF MY TOWN!"

Enter Izaya Orihara, a sly devil indeed. Working as an information broker for those who lived off the dirty secrets of the city was his life. He knows anything about everything that goes on in this city... If not just everything that goes on. His favorite topic? Shizuo Heiwajima, of course. Why? Because he hates him. Sure it sounds weird to anyone, but to Izaya, it's perfectly normal. It's safest to learn the most about those who could bring the most harm onto one. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, no? Humans were fun to tease, after all. This human in particular, though, was incredibly...inhuman. His strangeness and complete lack on control was what made Izaya become so interested. His strength was unlike anything he'd seen—something he loved to bring up. Testing it and pissing Shizzy-chan off had become somewhat of a hobby of his.

To many of the passing members in the Ikebukuro section of Tokyo, this was a rare... well maybe not so rare scene. People certainly scattered as a vending machine flew through the air, heading straight towards Izaya. Celty simply shook what seemed to be her head in disappointment as she moved out of the way. Izaya ducked, smirking as the machine missed his head by a mere inches.

With a wide grin, Izaya spoke, "See? So much fun."

She pulled out her phone, typing away before the message, "I'd hate to see what would happen if you two were stuck in the same room," came up.

Probably lots of blood, he couldn't help but think. Something in his own mind told him Celty thought the same thing.

"As much I'd love to stay and chat, I really must be going, my dear Celty-chan—"

"TODAY IS THE DAY YOU DIE, BITCH!"

Ah, just another chapter of the never ending mayhem that was Izaya's life. Tokyo was certainly a very... special and interesting place. Perfect for his business in information. He really didn't have to do much, just stand back and watch people kill each other. Humans were so much fun.

Shizuo was now in view, holding an ever infamous stop sign in his right hand. His dark, somewhat muddy brown colored eyes looked like demon eyes with how much rage swam through them. They only grew wider with rage and anger as Izaya smirked at him. They were now only a few yards from each other. People either scattered, or watched. Most of them, people being the idiots that they were, took out their phones and recorded the whole event. The sun shone down harshly on the duo, eager to see the battle that was about to commence.

"Ah, Shizzy-chan, what a pleasure to see you here," Izaya spoke calmly.

Shizuo spat on the ground, teeth dangerously mashing together. "I thought I told you to get out of here...," he hissed, venom lining his voice.

"Why do that when I can stay around and piss you off?" Izaya asked. A flickblade suddenly slipped into his hand. Opening it up and holding it up for Shizuo to see, he called out, "Maybe this could be it, the day I can finally kill you, oh person I hate ever so much."

Shizuo blinked. Then, he laughed. "HA! I'd like to see that! I'm going to shove this sign up your ass!" He suddenly crouched, the grip on the sign becoming stronger as he glared Izaya down. "TODAY YOU DIE, YOU BASTARD! RAAAAGGGHHH!"

"Let the fun begin."

Celty sighed, letting the phone slide into her sleeve as she revved up her motorcycle, a very eerie horse neigh issuing from. Izaya thought he had seen her type, "You're going to get hurt one day," but he didn't pay it much heed. He was much too busy smirking like an idiot as Shizuo rushed at him.

Izaya? Actually get hit by Shizuo? Highly unlikely.

But, it happened.

-A FEW DAYS LATER-

Dark brown eyes fluttered open. The room was dark, the curtains closed. There were two beds, one taken up by Izaya and the other taken up by some unknown figure tucked under the sheets. It was at this time Izaya looked down to see his arms covered in bandages. What had happened? His mind flitted around to find answers, but the only thing that came to mind was the image of a stop sign smashing into his side... Did he actually get hit? No... That wasn't possible. Was it? Izaya was a strong believer of coincidence... was it just a coincidence that Mikado had appeared, accidentally running into Izaya and causing him to trip? Damn Mikado... Because of him, Izaya had completely lost his balance. He remembered crashing through a large glass window. Did he use his arm to break the fall? That would explain the cuts.

Suddenly, the door opened up and in walked Shinra. His hand reached up to push the glasses on his face. Celty was behind him, her helmet in hand as the black swirls floated above her head. Izaya only watched with a bored expression. It was easy to tell on first sight he wasn't in a hospital. It wasn't Shinra's home, either. Where the hell was he? Maybe if someone would open the curtains to let the light in he could see outside. Taking a closer look as the curtains... he noticed something bulging from behind it... Was that a lock? Another quick survey of the room told him how shiny the walls were... Titanium? Where they going to house a bull in here, or something?

The sudden voice from Shinra brought his attention back to reality. "You should thank Celty, really. If it weren't her, Shizuo-san would have ripped you in two. I'd hate to hate to scrap you off the asphalt," he complained, a very disapproving look on his face. "Thankfully, my lover here can accomplish the impossible! It took a couple of swings, but her scythe managed to knock Shizuo out."

If Celty had a face, Izaya was sure she would have blushed.

"How boring of me—to actually get hit. Damn Mikado...," Izaya hissed, glaring at the sheets.

"Shizuo was knocked out afterwards. He still hasn't woken up yet," Shinra informed.

Suddenly, it seemed as though Izaya had choked on his own spit. Still hasn't woken up yet! His eyes zipped to the bed next to him. When he looked closer at the mass of sheets he noticed there were chains falling out from the side that connected to the wall. "You have got to be kidding me," he mumbled, slowly getting up from his bed.

"H-Hey! Wait! You should stand up yet!" Shinra protested, rushing to hold Izaya down. The glare the boy sent him was enough to make Shinra back down.

Where the hell was his blade when he needed it? A perfect chance to finally kill Shizuo... But it would be too easy, really, just slitting his throat in his sleep. He was still wearing his clothes, with the exception of his coat, which had been ripped to shreds in the glass. But his flickblade wasn't on him... Maybe he could smother Shizuo with a pillow? No... the bastard would just flick him off like a bug. Dammit, Shinra! Leave it to him to leave Izaya without a usable weapon...

Once again ignoring Shinra's cries of protest, he ripped the sheets off Shizuo. He, also, was still wearing the same clothes. His were less cut up and dirty though. He seemed so peaceful, really, just laying there asleep. Any nice thought that came up was quickly struck down as the blonde began to snore. How... un-cute.

"Please don't tell me you're actually going to leave me in here," Izaya said, now turning his attention to Shinra once more.

Shinra gave a very flustered look, scratching his head as Celty fiddle with her fingers. They were serious, weren't they? "Well, me and Celty thought it would be a good idea to have you two in here for a while. You know, finally work out that issue you two seem to have."

"I thought you were smarter than that, really, Shinra-chan," Izaya said with a slight tinge of disappointment. He did know the two of them would just kill each other, right?

"I know what you're thinkin, 'We're just going to kill each other' right?" The irritated look Izaya was enough of a reply. "I thought of that, don't worry. If you would do the honors of checking your right ankle, Izaya."

With very, very, reluctant moves, he sat down and pulled his leg up to his chest. He raised the bottom of his jeans up... What the HELL was that thing? It was a metallic collar with a green light in the middle. There was a keyhole... but where was the key?

"As I'm sure you've guessed, it's a shock collar... It's right next to the larger veins in your leg, that way when you're angry and fighting, it'll shock you. Usually, when a person is excited, flustered, angry, and other dangerous emotions, the heart picks up speed, sending out more blood throughout your body so it can keep up with the actions happening outside. This little beauty picks up on the speed of the blood flow. Obviously, when you're battling, your heart will pick up speed. This'll keep everything under control, ensuring the two of you don't kill each other... though—"

"The anklet is more for Shizzy-chan than me, I bet," he finished with a grin. Of course it was. Even during the heat of a battle, Izaya was known to keep his cool. He looked down at the collar with an appreciating look. This thing would officially be the source of his entertainment.

"We had to put Shizou's at a higher level," Celty typed, "Seeing as it takes a lot to stop him... He's so strong."

"I made sure to put the magnitude up to a high enough level to even phase this rock of a man. It won't hurt him... but it will lock his muscles so he can't move. If anything, you'll be the only one feeling the electricity. I doubt that should be an issue, though."

"Is there any way I could raise the level of voltage? I'd like to wake him up...," he said with a sly smile. Though... he was thinking more along the lines of electrocuting him to death.

"Sorry, Izaya, but only I can change that. Wouldn't want you to stop his heart from beating."

"Izaayyaaaaaa..."

The room fell silent. Everyone turned to look at the now moving mass of sheets. The chains banged against the bed, already breaking as the monster turned in his sleep. Slowly but surely, he opened his eyes. He sat up abruptly, the chains getting yanked straight off the walls. I knew they wouldn't last, Izaya thought with a smile. With a low growl, the man got off the bed, still not awake enough to notice the others in the room. He scratched the back of his head, groggily making his way to the door. When it wouldn't open, he sighed, turning to finally face the others.

His peacefully face turned into one of rage.

"IZAYAAAAAAAAA!"