Eye Catching

Disclaimer- I don't own Durarara nor any of its characters~ nor do I own 'FaceBook'

Warning- Yaoi (Bromance, eventual sex), swearing, and of course when these two are involved; violence.

Summary- Shizuo goes through life at an easy going pace, his job skipping doesn't affect his wallet and so he never really worries about keeping one for too long. But after quitting his latest job his old high-school friend asks him to join a modelling company. After his first shoot his meets the owner of the company, and its hate at first sight. It's the only way to describe the strange feeling in his stomach, the only way to describe his sudden urge to make physical contact with the guy. AU, Izuo (IzayaxShizuo)

Authors Note- Okies, hello one and all and welcome to this fanfiction about Izaya and Shizuo, I don't know exactly where this idea will lead, nor how long it will take, but I hope you tag along for the ride as I try to make it worth while

Chapter One- Meeting, Greeting, Hating

I look up at the roof of my lounge room as I contemplate going for a walk, my gaze shifts to my window making me notice the pouring rain and I sigh in annoyance as I cross that off my 'ways to stay amused' list. Turning my blonde head to the side I gaze at the TV but the simple thought of all the ads and stupid shows make me avert my gaze to my laptop. I stare at the mechanical entertainment device for a few more seconds before deciding that, yes, it would indeed be a satisfactory way to spend the day. Sitting up I reach over to the coffee table and grab it and slide it onto my lap, opening the green lid I power it up and sigh again at how long it takes, seriously I'm bored for a reason.

Finally it's loaded and I open an internet browser, going straight to Facebook I sign in and scroll through the posts, snickering at the occasional funny picture. Just as I'm getting bored of the site an IM box pops up in the bottom corner of my screen, saying it's from my friend Tom. Opening it with interest I quickly scan over the message.

'Shizuo are you busy? If not can you come to my work, one of our models just did a rage quit and we need a temporary replacement.' - Tom

I frown at the request but after thinking it over I decide I don't have much else to do and reply accordingly.

'Sure, I'm bored as hell anyway. What time do you want me over?'- Shizuo

'Now?' – Tom

'Sure, just give me around an hour, I'll get ready and call a cab.' – Shizuo

'Thanks! See you soon.' – Tom

'Bye' –Shizuo

'Bye' – Tom

Quickly logging out and shutting my laptop down I place the device back on the table and walk into my room, once inside I grab some black jeans, a black shirt with a fluorescent green and purple guitar, a black jumper which I roll up the sleeves to my elbows, and my black, purple, and green DC's. Once I'm ready I grab my wallet and phone, do a quick once over in the mirror and straighten my hair, before leaving and heading downstairs to hail a cab.

When I'm inside the taxi and on my way to the great 'Dulahan Models' building I lean back in my seat and glance at the rain drops running down the side of the window. It brings back memories of when I was little and I used to pretend they were racing, such good times they were. Blinking I shake my head and realize we've arrived, paying the driver I hop out and rush into the building, I'm partially surprised to see Tom waiting for me but I don't let it show as I greet him happily.

"Hello Tom-san." I bow slightly and smile when he waves it off and starts walking to an elevator.

"Hello Shizuo-kun, how has life been?" He asks as he presses the button for the third floor, I watch as the doors close before directing my attention back at the brunette.

"Life has been dull, I quit my job a week ago, but I don't really need any money at the moment and haven't found the motivation to go job hunting." I reply, laughing a little at the end. He chuckles beside me and when the elevator arrives he leads me to a studio, where I'm instantly dragged off to the changing rooms.

I feel a little anxious as they force me into a bartender outfit. It consists of grey slacks, a white button-up dress shirt, a back vest, and a red bow tie. Then I'm pushed over to a chair in front of a mirror and am told to sit still as they start styling my hair and putting small amounts of make-up on my face. I sneeze when the brush goes over my nose and the makeup artist giggles I apologise but she brushes it off. Smiling she pushes me out and wishes me luck before closing the door. Sighing again I push down my nervousness and walk over to Tom.

"So, what do you want me to do?" I ask, causing him to look up from the file he was reading, he closes it and places it on the table next to him, smiling he places his left hand on my shoulder and leads me over to a fake bar and puts me behind it.

"You worked as a bartender a few years back didn't you?" He asks as he lets go and steps back to look at me. "Just act natural, smile, and pretend you're serving someone. Make a drink, things like that."

He instructs as he walks over to the camera man, I've done modelling once before and found it both fun and interesting, but despite the offers I got I had a job at the time and had to refuse them all. I shake my thoughts away as I throw on a smile as I grab some alcohol and pretend to serve someone. The camera flashes but I ignore it as I turn and start making a drink, I through in some cool moves, like throwing it over my head and catching it behind my back a few times. I start laughing as I keep pretending to 'work the bar' but Tom doesn't seem to mind, in fact, he's laughing along with me.

I lose track of time and how many photos are taken, but eventually Tom claps his hands and declares that we've got enough photos. I place the drink down on the counter and walk off, noticing with amusement how people walk over and grab some of the drinks I've made. Walking back into the changing room I change back into my original outfit and use the sink in the bathroom to wash the makeup off. I frown at how they made my hair and push it to the side, making my new fringe stand out, honestly, I haven't gotten a haircut for at least a year and a half now, maybe I should get it cut tomorrow.

Walking out of the bathroom I'm not surprised to see Tom waiting for me, he smiles but I can always tell when he has something on his mind, going through high-school together you tend to pick up things like that. I raise a brow at him as I lean against the wall, but my fingers twitch and I suddenly crave a cigarette, pushing off the wall I walk towards where I think the elevator is , Tom follows and when we're in the elevator he finally says something.

"So you said you were jobless before right?" He asks as he pushes the button for the roof, I raise my brow at both the question and the choice of destination but brush it off as I reply.

"Mhm"

"So since it takes such a long time to find new, good models, I was wondering if you wanted to make this a permanent arrangement?" I smile at his question and walk out of the elevator when the door opens, directly on the roof, the fresh air is refreshing as it blows past and I inhale it deeply before replying.

"Sure, why not, just fax me the forms and I'll bring them in tomorrow." As I say this I pull out my cigarette packet and pick one out, I light it as I lean against the railing. Looking down at the town I frown as I realize something. "Hey Tom-san, don't you need to talk to your boss about something like this?"

I hear his nervous laugh from behind me and turn around, for the first time I notice a raven sitting on top of where the elevator comes out, how did he get up there? I would look for a ladder but I can't seem to pull my gaze away from him as he stands and stretches before jumping off his perch. His raven hair and pale skin make him seem like he would be fragile but from his posture and the look in his strange burgundy coloured eyes, I can tell he's anything but. His outfit is a black suit with white stripes, underneath he wears a coal black dress shirt and a blood red tie hangs loosely around his neck.

I feel a strange sensation in my stomach, almost as if it's twisting in on itself, and as he walks closer, I notice he's the tinniest bit taller than me and my hand twitches as I get the sudden urge to touch him. Blinking suddenly when Tom starts to introduce him I quickly categorise the strange feelings into hate when the raven cuts him off and introduces himself, grabbing my hand as he does so.

"Good afternoon, my name is Orihara Izaya, and I am the proud owner of this fine business. You must be Shizuo-kun, am I correct?" His voice is polite but I can hear a hint of something else underneath, unable to put a name to it I nod in answer to his question and am shocked when he doesn't shake my hand like I expected him to, but rather he turns it over and kisses my wrist.

The simple action embarrasses me to no end and I tell myself despite the heat in my face that I am NOT blushing. Quickly pulling my hand out of his grasp, I repress the urge to punch him as I remember that it's up to him whether I get this job or not, usually the simple reminder wouldn't have been enough, but with Tom in the background making huge gestures for me to be nice I was able to calm down enough to speak politely, even though I stepped back to increase the distance between us.

"It's a pleasure to meet you I'm sure, were you waiting up here for us, or did Tom-san just know where to find you Orihara-san?" The raven smirks and takes a step forward, I'm already stepping backwards when I realise he's just walking to the railing, shaking my head I lean back and look down at my now finished cigarette, 'Tch'-ing I grab another and light it as I wait for my soon-to-be boss to reply.

"Mmm, just call my Izaya, Shizzy. And yes I was waiting, but not because Tom asked me to." I frown at the nickname but ignore it in favour of curiosity for his last words, but he says nothing to satisfy it, instead he hands me a piece of paper and a pen. "Sign this and you'll be a part of the crew~" He states happily, nodding I crouch down and skim across the contract before I give up and sign my name at the bottom, they never say anything important anyway. Standing I hand it back to him, he just grins wider as he folds it and places it into his jacket, feeling kind of creped out by his smile I flick my cigarette but over the railing and walk over to Tom, he seems to understand as he quickly says good bye and we both head over to the elevator.

Once the doors close I round on Tom "Your boss is such a creeper!" I exclaim as I rub my wrist furiously on my pant legs. Tom laughs next to me and I glare at him, but he doesn't seem affected by it as he replies happily.

"Well you're the first person I've seen him act like that around. I think he likes you" I look at him in shock as he laughs again, as the elevator opens on the ground floor I noticed that it must have stopped raining a while ago, I briefly wonder why I hadn't noticed on the roof but thoughts of Izaya pop up again. Pushing them away in anger I wave good-bye to Tom and get in a cab. I hate Izaya Orihara, hate him so very much.

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And there you go! The first chapter for my latest story! Hahaha, yea nah I think I need to finish my other ones buuut I just keep getting new ideas! Sorry! Any who, I'll hopefully see you all next chapter, bye bye~

Xx Yuki xX