Durarara! Does not belong to me. Damn it I wish it did though because I would have money and bitches love money.

The party went without a hitch, your usual drunken night. And when that ended everyone found themselves back in their regular routines as if nothing remotely eventful even occurred. Ikebukuro grew quiet.

However, things over in Shinjuku were growing far more restless. As an informant told himself he could never grow attached to a human, all humans were the same. But what if your 'human' was in fact a monster? His secretary challenged him. He faltered. What was he feeling, this restlessness.

The nights were getting warmer and swarmed with the hot buzz of people. All kinds of people. Within that unknown group was someone unfitting. Someone who was not just a part of the crowd. He has a name and that is.

"Shizu-chan?" was he going crazy from over work or was Izaya indeed seeing the sight of Heiwajima Shizuo from his swanky apartment?!

"Izaya, I wasn't going to say anything, but seriously if you've taken to randomly saying that guy's name just to taste the feeling of saying his name on your tongue, you have an obsession. Can you stop?" Namie, without even lifting her eyes from the documents she was sorting, said.

"Namie, shut it. That is not what I was doing. Now leave me to monologue… When someone you don't want to see but can't stop thinking about just happens to stroll into your territory what do you do? Now, Namie it's not like you have anyone like that, however some humans do-"

"Like you?"

"N-No! Not like me, I'm telling you about humans as it is my great impressive hobby."

"Oh, is that how it is."

"Yes, and tonight my hobby is taking me out to the streets. You are dismissed, go home." The sight of Shizuo near by proved too much, he couldn't let him get away. He needed to find out why he was there.

As quickly as possible, in order to keep sight of his target, Izaya rushed outside with a determined face. Correcting himself, he smirked.

Shizuo stood alone, appearing confused by the milling people, he just watched them as if entranced.

"Shizu-chan."

He turned, immediately regretting the action as he regarded his loathsome enemy. His blood instinctively boiled.

"Izaya."

"So, what's up? You lost? I'm aware your monster strength defected your brain- Ah, sorry, sorry! You probably can't follow, what I'm saying is you're dumb." Izaya breezed away a usually intellectual jibe, immediately cursing his quick wit when he realised he was wearing Namie's high heeled shoes and would therefore be unable to get away. He must have shoved them on on-accident in his haste!

"Izaya" He stepped closer, edging his way towards the would be enemy. "I'm here… TO KICK YOUR ASS! AH!"

In a failed attempt at running Izaya landed on the pavement where his face met with some freshly laid doggy dirt.

The city froze. Passers-by no longer passed by. Everyone stared at the high heel clad informant with his face full of dog shit. Shizuo didn't know what to do, he was the one that drew everyone's attention in the first place with his noise. The situation was so far out of their normal chase routine he too, like the rest of the city, was frozen to the spot.

"Izaya, where are my shoes-" the only person in the city who didn't know who was wearing her shoes makes her appearance.

She too becomes frozen. However she snorts and re-enters the apartment with a "I'll just wear my slippers home".

Hours seemed to pass, Shizuo even thought the sky was brightening and dawn might be round the corner.

"Shizu-chan" the informant on the ground finally said something. The world commenced turning, what Shizuo thought was dawn was a helicopter, the city thawed. "Help me the fuck up."

Ha! Izaya really thought Shizuo would help him up. Seriously he should know better.

"Che! I was going to kick your ass but it looks like karma did it for me." Turning his back he began to walk away.

Izaya's rage level then began to climb. He rushed out for Shizuo! He wore Namie's shoes for Shizuo. He fell in dog chocolate, FOR SHIZUO! This could all be seen as his fault. He stood up and fast walked with his legs parted wide for safety, to Shizuo.

Only, the safety in his legs being parted only lasted a few steps as he fell forwards. Attempting to save himself from further embarrassment he reached out his hands to break his fall. He grabbed something by chance. However, he still found himself bonding with the floor again.

What he grabbed though was worse than his cringey position. He looked at the item grasped within his palms.

Within his own hands were the underpants of Heiwajima Shizuo.

Izaya on the floor wearing high heels holding onto Shizuo's underwear – having pulled them down himself. And Shizuo stood wondering why he wasn't moving forwards.

The city became a tundra.

Celty's head woke up.

Deep thought revealed the meaning of life.

Slowly Shizuo looked down. He made an internal "Ah" to himself as he realised his pants were down. He just picked them up. Completely unaware there was an informant attached to them. An informant to shocked to say anything only walk blindly behind Shizuo. An informant who was to follow all the way to Ikebukuro holding Shizuo by the pants.

Thank you for reading! I feel like lemons may be on the cards here…