I DO NOT OWN DURARARA!

I hope you don't the many scene skips, this is mainly set up...though I don't like how many breaks there are terribly much either.

Anyways, Enjoy~~~

"Hey, Namie. What makes humans human, do you think?" Izaya said, his voice a bit more hushed than usual. If not for the fact that his back was turned to the secretary, she would have seen the lack of a smirk upon his face. All that was there was a ghost a smile.

"Something you obviously lack," the woman deadpanned as she proceeded to pack up her possessions.
"Oh~ So cruel~ Maybe I should fire you," the information broker suggested darkly.
"I have to go home. So if you'll excuse me," Namie said stonily before briskly exiting.

He chuckled bitterly, and flicked over the white queen with the black king in his hand.

Now standing alone on the checkered battlefield were two lone kings, both somehow having managed to outlive all of the other pieces.

Sitting back, a smile spread across Izaya's face. However, the smile did not reach his eyes. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "Ah, Shizu-chan...You and I are perhaps the most inhuman of them all." He then laughed, "Hell! We're probably even less human than Celty..! Heh...We two kings...Constantly battling with each other and the world..." The pale man's smile faltered briefly, then being reborn upon his lips, reaching his cold eyes even less than before. "The world fears you...and hates me..."

Carefully, as though afraid of breaking, he curled his legs up to his chest and hugged them. He looked out the window at the vibrant sunset and sighed, "At least you can try to tame what makes them fear you...I can't stop being me..."

Tightening the grip around his legs, he buried his face in his knees. As his eyes began to sting, he breathed deeply.

Just because he was alone didn't mean he needed less control.

"Ugh..." Shizuo grunted as he fixed his glasses. Typically, he wouldn't have considered this day to be so bad. The flea hadn't even set foot in Ikebukuro and one debtor re-payed the money which he owed.

One debtor out of twenty-three that is...

"I still can't believe you lifted that bus...At least there was no one in it..." Tom said, walking beside the taller man.
"...Sorry," the blond mumbled, his shoulders slumping slightly.
The older man chuckled and patted the ex-bartender's shoulder, "Don't be so hard on yourself. You probably were just having an off day."
"In that case I always have off days..." he muttered quietly.
Tom rolled his eyes, "It's fine- look, let's get a drink. It'll help."
"No, thanks. I don't...I don't like the taste of alcohol."
"All right, all right. Suit yourself. Go blow of some steam somehow, 'kay?"
"Yeah..."

The bodyguard watched the other man walk away before turning away and wandering home.

'More so I don't trust myself with alcohol...I don't want to know what I'm like drunk; when I supposedly have even less self-control than usual...It scares me...'

Shinra stepped onto the train, a beaming smile upon his face as he thought of the headless woman awaiting him at home. He hardly noticed the man sporting a fur-hemmed jacket beside him.

"Shinra," a voice said suavely, "I'm hurt, you didn't notice me~."
"Eh? Izaya? Oh, I was so busy th-"
"Thinking about Celty. I figured as much," the slender man chuckled, a mischievous smirk on his lips. But no playful light was dancing in his reddish-brown eyes.
The bespectacled doctor grinned momentarily, before noticing the lack of life in his eyes. He frowned slightly, "Izaya, what's wrong?"
"Hmm? Wrong~? What could possibly be wrong~?"
"Izaya," Shinra said sternly, looking over the top rim of his glasses.
The information broker grew silent for a moment. He then feigned innocence and batted his eyelashes, "Shinra?"
"I know when you're bothered. I've been around you enough to tell."
"You're such a worrywart~" Izaya grinned, his eyes as untouched by the expression as before. He then skipped off the now halted train.

The doctor sighed and shook his head, "This isn't even your stop or mine...You really do always run away from things when you can't control them...Not that you'll ever admit it."

Several stops later, Shinra got off at Ikebukuro. He was surprised to see when he got outside, Shizuo leaned against a lamp post. Judging by the slowly growing pile of cigarette butts by him, he was more agitated than usual.

"Hey, Shizuo," the black haired man called over to the blond.
"Eh?" the taller man grunted, annoyance visible on his face before he recognized the doctor. "Oh...Shinra, hey." The bodyguard took one last long drag out of his cigarette before crushing it underfoot.
"Something bugging you?"
"...When isn't something?" Shizuo responded wryly.
"Heh, good point. Well, feel free to come by sometime if you need, kay?"
A small grateful smile was visible on his friend's face, "Yeah..thanks for the offer Shinra."
"Mhmm~ Well, I'm off to see my simply gorgeous wife-to-be~~~"
The ex-bartender nodded, his face blank once more. Blank besides the emotions in his eyes which were clouded behind his sunglasses.

As he walked away Shinra sighed and muttered to himself, "You know, Shizuo... if it really bothers you how I'm always talking about being in love, you should just say something. But then again, what do I expect befriending such a lonely person. Ah, but at least you're not as messed up as Izaya...Only my friends..only my friends." He chuckled to himself quietly.

I should really stop starting so many fanfictions at once...

Anyways, I hope you like this so far. I know it's short but this is pretty much just exposition. Next chapter will go more in depth with the characters (at least that's what I have planned for the moment)

I blame this on listening to a lot of sad songs over and over again.
And now I stop avoiding my homework...

Feedback? (ex. in/out of character-ness, grammar, spelling, anything in general)

Until next time~~