So- My friend got me obsessed with Shizaya,

which is super cool and all-

and then she had me RP with her-

and this is some of the shit we came up with. 3

ENJOY.

Chapter One

"No." Shizuo repeated, for the millionth time, at the Underground Doctor.

"B-but like I said, Shizuo-kun, I really need a DNA sample of some sort from you…!" He kept grinning nervously, attempting to ask again, "This experiment is really crucial! I-If I can do this properly, with your blood or piece of hair, I can—"

"No." …a million plus one.

Shinra released a small pout, turning towards the headless woman, "Celty, dear, please try to reason with him~!"

Celty's shoulders lowered, as if she sighed. She pulled out her PDA and typed rapidly.

[Shizuo… One piece of hair wouldn't be a big deal, right?] She turned the PDA away from Shinra slightly, continuing to type, [Plus, it'll make him leave you alone about this.] she shortly added, […and me.]

Shizuo released an irritated groan of defeat to Celty, turning his narrowed gaze to Shinra, "...If it'll make you shut the hell up-"

Shinra beamed, "Marvelous!" The blonde let the doctor take a sample of blood (for certainty that he'll leave him alone). "With this and the sample that Izaya-kun gave us of his, it should be perfect!"

The blonde twitched, "…the flea? You have samples of us both?" he paused, "What the hell are you planning?"

The brunette grinned, pressing his index finger up to his lips, "Can't tell! Shizuo-kun, it's a surprise!"

The week after that, things got… quiet.

The Ikebukuroians were proceeding with their lives, as usual.

He stood away from Tom by a few paces, letting Tom speak to his client like any other day. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting the cancer-stick, and taking in a large inhale, breathing out slowly… calmly…

...Calmly?

"… M-my brother has been getting into drugs lately, and he won't stop-!... I-I don't really know what else to do besides give him some money to supply it… T-that sounds bad, but if I didn't, he'd be stealing from God knows who to get money! And I…" Shizuo had droned out the excuses from Tom's client. Normally, he'd never be able to ignore the annoying clients that he normally has to deal with, but this week was quiet. Almost calming… Shizuo felt somewhat at ease...

...At ease?

No…

It was too quiet...

Too calming…

Eased feeling = gone; the blonde furrowed his brows frustratedly.

The famous Black Rider – Celty Sturluson – normally, by this time of the day, would be passing on her bike, followed by a chorus of: "It's the black rider!" or, "Look! There's the headless rider!" … Where was that this week?

...Izaya Orihara

That "God damned flea", as Shizuo liked to discribe him.

He was gone, too.

Out of Ikebukuro?

Why?...

"Shinra," The blonde held the phone tightly up to his ear, growling. "What's going on?"

"What do you mean, Shizuo-kun?" His usual gleeful tone intact, Shizuo's eyebrow twitched agitatedly.

"You know what I mean. It's too quiet in 'Bukuro. Even Celty and the flea haven't been around," He paused, why'd he mention the flea? Shizuo continued, "Why is that, Shinra?"

The blonde heard hushed whispers come from the other end of the call, his eyes narrowed in response, "Sorry, Shizuo-kun… T-this isn't the best time- Shhh!"

"...What's that supposed to mean?" No response, more whispers, "Shinra… What the hell is going on?"

"Papa...?"

It was a whisper, but loud enough to make it out the word, not the rest of the sentence that followed. The voice belonged to a young boy, it sounded like…

No, that was stupid. It really couldn't be... Then again...

Shizuo blinked.

"…Who's 'papa'?" Shizuo said into the phone.

"S-sorry again, Shizuo-kun!" Shinra stammered, "I'll call you back later!" -and with that, he hung up.

Shizuo stared at the phone before closing it. "…What the hell is going on?" He growled under his breath frustratedly, shoving his cellphone back into his pocket.

The blonde continued his sun-basking, pressing his newly lit cigarette into his mouth.

"...Smells like shit."

"...W-where'd you go...?" A small, quiet voice wimpered in the streets of Ikebukuro, scanning the mass area. His small arms covered by the slightly longer sleeves of the blue and white yukata, his matching blue eyes gleaming with tears, refusing to release them. He looked up at the people walking by, feeling overwhelmed. "...Psyche?..."

At the same time, a few blocks away, a small raven blinked his large pink eyes. "...Eh?" he bit his lip, pressing his arms towards his torso frightenedly, letting his scared tears rush down his small cheeks. He seated his self in the park, hiding behind a park bench, hugging his knees tight. "...Tsugaru..."

Izaya released a sigh, walking back into the city. He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

He remembered at the converation he had just had with Shinra on the phone, while he was happily sitting at his computer in his office in Shinjuku -

"Shinra," Izaya said with a smug smirk on his face, "What a surprise!"

"H-hi Izaya-kun!" Shinra stammered, "Are you... busy right now?"

Izaya closed the tab of his chat, leaning back in his chair, "Depends. You know how awfully busy I can be, observing my beloved humans and all~"

"Well..." Shinra said slowly, "...You remember the sample to you gave me a week ago, correct? Oh! Thank you for being out of the city during that time, I really appreciated it- anyway-... I put it to good use... but they've run away-"

Izaya's smirk faded, "'They'?" the raven shifted his gaze out the window, "Who's 'they'?"

The brunnette seemed to have ignored the question, "Celty's searching for them now... but..."

"But what, Shinra~?"

"...They're close to Shizuo-kun..."

Izaya's smile re-appeared gleefully, "And you want me to attempt to move Shizu-chan away from the scene?"

"...could you?" Shinra paused, "it's supposed to be a surprise-"

"I'm sure whatever it is will be a surprise." Izaya rolled his eyes, "What is it, anyway?"

"..." Shinra didn't respond.

"Fine, fine. I'll get us both away from the scene~" Izaya grinned widely, hanging up, "...Or not." He added.

That's what lead him back to Ikebukuro. Izaya walked to the usual spot that Tom and Shizuo would be found, and as expected, there they were.

The raven moved himself behind a corner. If "they", as Shinra had called them, were coming towards Shizuo, then he'd need to wait. He stared, watching the blonde from a safe distance, pressing his lips into a fine line. The same bartender look, the same blue sunglasses that hid his honey colored eyes, the same blonde mess of hair.

And he knew that if he showed himself, it would be the same routine, too. Cat vs Dog. Thrown vending machine vs Switchblade.

Izaya released another sigh, turning his gaze away from the smoking ex-bartender, facing ahead.

"...Shizu-chan?"

His eyes widened, seeing the same blonde mess of hair from just a moment ago... but, not in the same bartender outfit. Not the same blue sunglasses. Not the same honey-colored eyes.

This outfit was white jacket, with a stripped black and almost neon pink shirt, with a black tie...

These sunglasses were a matching pink...

...Matching the pink eyes that hid behind them.

The person's lips twisted into a wide smirk, "Who?"

Izaya observed, narrowing his eyes, an amused smile rose, "...Pardon my imprudence, but who're you?"

The person tilted his head, "...I was about to ask you the sa-"

A loud, commanding call interupted them, "Delic!"

Izaya turned towards the sound, "...That's my voice...where...?" ...The raven saw himself, dressed up like a prince with a golden-brown colored cape and a crown, running towards Shizuo. "..."

He watched as Shizuo turned to face the voice, dropping his cigarette, and staring in disbelief at the princely character, "...What the fuck?"

A/N: LOL- ||D ... What would you like to happen next~?