Shizuo was leaned against the wall with a cigarette lazily placed between his lips. Everything about him spoke of lanky, laziness, at least until a certain raven haired wannabe informant came about or the usual idiots came around. The type to make lame excuses or dare try to disrupt his peace by attacking him. All he really wanted was peace, but the damn temper of his won out more often than not. Suddenly a frustrated sigh escaped the giants mouth and he stormed off.

"Ouch."

He hadn't walked three steps before bumping into a small girl of about 5'2". Her shoulders and nose were scrunched as she gently rubbed her forehead. She wasn't tense, just confused, surprised. A black hood obscured her hair, but her bright emerald orbs caught the light as her head tilted back, greeting him with a wide grin.

"I'm so sorry mister, I didn't see where I was going." She bowed her head slightly.

"Izumi?" Shizuo inquired, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. He wasn't one to remember names but for some reason that was the one that came to mind.

Recognition passed over her, "Hewajima-san?" she smiled again.

Irritation rolled over his face, but disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Izumi studied his face.

"Wanna keep a secret for me?"

He paused, seeming to think a moment, then shrugged. Taking that as a yes she quickly grabbed his hand and tugged, leading him at a light jog. Confusion altered his face, but passed as soon as it came. The man behind Izumi was riddled with passing expressions, fleeting feelings. Each swallowed behind the lock of his mind.

The sun was setting behind the city, Ikebukuro was silent from this height. Wind whipped around Izumi as she stood at the edge of the building, overlooking the four story fall. Shizuo stood some feet behind her, hands in his pockets, and shoulders slouched. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes.

"Those will kill you ya' know..." Izumi turned and was now facing the tall blonde. He stared at her before slipping the pack back into his pocket.

The sun was warm as it sunk, both wore their Rira uniforms. Graduation was only a week away. Izumi had noticed that Shizuo started to smell of smoke each day he wandered into class. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I wanted you to hear it from me, but... Izaya is my twin brother. Please, before you speak or, or get angry." She held her hands up. "Listen, you're my friend Shizuo... well I hope you think of me as a friend... and I don't want to lose that because of the blood that runs in my veins..." She trailed off. Her gaze was now on the ground, her eye brows knitted, and her hands hanging limply by her sides. What was she doing, this was a thing she never spoke of to anyone. Why now of all times.

After a moment Izumi saw black shoes appear in her line of vision and looked up. He wasn't looking at her but at the last wisps of light as they slipped away.

"It's dark. I'll walk you home." he mumbled as he turned away and began walking. Izumi stared at his back a moment then ran to catch up.