Disclamier: I do not own Durarara! Or the characters, they are rightfully owned by Ryohgo Narita.

Warning: Might be a slight OOC from Izaya.

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It was ten forty-seven at night and the rain was pouring from the sky.

Residing in one of the apartments in Shinjuku was the informant Orihara Izaya, who was resting his eyes with one hand cupping his chin as he rested, because the word 'sleep' did not exist in Orihara Izaya's vocabulary.

And if you listen closely you could hear the sound of utter chaos with his mad as a hatter cackles as he napped.

- Izaya's Dream -

In the night sky shone a bright, blood red color with a wisp of black fading. The clouds were bleached with a light murky gray. And the moon, shone bright in the night sky becoming it's only source of light, had a light-silver tone seemed to match the sky perfectly in this horrific scene.

Smoke from a fire raised its ashes into the atmosphere becoming one with the sky. Following this intense moment was a cackling sound coming from one of the abandon buildings that was once a part of Ikebukuro, stood a silhouette of a man in an Eskimo jacket held binoculars. As he watched at what his wonderful world had become as he stood on the roof of a building buzzing with enjoyment like a kid on Christmas day.

Below of the building laid a few bodies from different members of the colored gangs bloodied, bruised, and dismembered. Along with some unnamed people who also got caught up in this unfortunate circumstance. Celty's head, which was never return to its body, still floated in its jar, with its eyes still shut closed, was a good thing because the site that was behold was not pretty.

To put a name to a few of those unnamed bodies they were from Ryugamine Mikado, Kida Masaomi, Sonohara Anri, and Heiwajima Kasuka.

As a way for Izaya being proud of the goal he achieved. He put the heads of Mikado, Kida, Anri, and Kasuka's head's into separate jars. The sound of rapid pounding steps marched their way up to said roof that Izaya resided on. And the only sound that could be heard from the stair rail was the sound of heavy breathing as they ran up to the roof.

As the last person took their last step of the stair rail, they slammed the door opened making contact with the wall, leaving a crack behind, and—

- End of Dream -

Izaya awoke from his dream that was interrupted from an unsuspecting knock coming from his front door. Izaya opened his eyes as he huffed and stood up from his desk chair as he made his way to the door, as he thought who it could be behind his door at this time of the night, and what they want.

He had a thought on why they came here, but he still didn't know who. Namie left earlier spending some quality time with her 'beloved' Seiji so could not be her. Celty was another person who it could not be because he did not have a job for her that he could recall. But, so help him if it was Shinra at the door, at this time of the night, coming to gossip about his new development on his relationship with his dear Celty. Izaya was going to stab him.

As Izaya reached the door he shouted out a response to whomever as he opened the door. Izaya was expecting to see someone standing there in front of his door, in the dead of night, for some kind of information they may or may not have, but when he opened the door no one was there.

Izaya glanced down the hallway expecting to get a glimpse on whoever it was but the hallway was completely deserted of a human presence. He shrugged and got ready to close the door, but before he could a whimper stopped him in mid movements.

Izaya opened the door wider, raising his eyebrows in confusion. When there was a whimper again and this time the whimper sounded desperate in gaining his attention.

He glanced down to the floor, and what he was not expecting was a baby, burrowed up in a crème colored blanket, inside a beige colored basket, at his front door no less. Izaya's eyebrows went from confusion to surprise in an instant, utter shock shown on his face. He recovered shortly and suddenly became annoyed with the situation that was about to happen and changing his life unexpectedly.