Full summary: Orihara Izaya, a rather questionable high schooler, is a boy who loves the human race except two people – his father, and the beast of Ikebukuro, Heiwajima Shizuo. Concealing the bruises on his body and within his heart, Izaya lives to simply protect the remains of his life. However, when his limit is near, Izaya breaks off slowly and painfully. "Flea, what are you doing?" Running to Shizuo was the last thing he thought he would do… but before he could realize, Orihara Izaya had become completely dependent on the beast. Their twisted fate is to end with… Warning! Abuse, depression, yaoi.

A/N: So… this is my first Durarara! Fanfic, and to be honest, I didn't finish the anime, but I couldn't stop myself from writing this, after looking at the website's variety of stories (with me gaining inspiration to write this in the process). Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1 – Orihara Izaya

Rrrrrrriiiinnnggg!

"Hmn…" Stirring on the floor, Orihara Izaya's morning folded up in discomfort. When he opened his eyes, the whole room was dark. He was pretty sure he had slept on the bed (remarkably speaking) – so why did he end up on the floor? Placing his arms over the mattress, until he felt a small figure on the tip of his fingers. Quickly retaliating in slight surprise, Izaya stood up. Then, he eventually smiled as he caught sight of his two little sisters huddled next to one another on the single bed. No wonder he ended up falling on the floor.

Not bothering to open the curtains, Izaya silently changed into his uniform. Despite the fact that his sisters had their own room, they rarely ever slept there. They didn't like being alone in their rooms. A sense of vulnerability was to be felt, even when they were children, Izaya hypothetically assumed. They were still six years old, though – considerably young to comprehend anything.

The raven cautiously tiptoed down the staircase. He grabbed an apple on the counter, and saw the living room (that he just cleaned up yesterday) covered with pieces of clothing that definitely didn't belong to him or his siblings. Izaya came to a simple conclusion – his father brought in a new woman.

"Not my business." He grumbled, hurling his bag over his shoulder and exiting the apartment. Raira High school, the school Izaya was currently attending, was quite nearby. It wasn't like the raven particularly enjoyed attending school, but he liked observing people. People amused him, and lightened up his day.

Of course, that was with the exception of one special student.

"Hey, flea." A low growl tickled the back of Izaya's neck. He turned back as a wide smile spread across his face.

"Mornin' Shizu-chan!" Izaya quickly avoided a fist that headed towards his stomach. "Arara, why is my dear Shizu-chan so angry today? Woke up on the wrong side of your bed? Maybe suffered from diarrhea due to the medicine I put in your lunch yesterday? Haha, or maybe it's both?" He skillfully dodged another kick and ducked as he got close to Shizuo's face in an instant.

"You fucking –" The agitated blonde got hold of the nearest weapon possible – which just happened to be a desk – and threw it towards Izaya. Izaya laughed, entertained by the delicious reaction of the latter. As the desk crashed into the wall, several students scooted away from the two. It wasn't until a significant other interfered their fighting, and that was no one other than Kishitani Shinra.

"Hello, Shinra." Izaya chuckled. "It's a beautiful morning, don't you think?"

"I would've agreed, only if this classroom looked more… organized." Shinra shook his head, exasperated. "What do you think you're doing, irritating Shizuo in the morning?"

"Well, you see, all I did was say hi to him in the hallway, you know…" Izaya scratched his head. "And then Shizu-chan suddenly tried to smash my head into the wall. Out of self-defense, don't you think anyone would attempt to run away?"

"Yeah, thanks to you, I didn't get my fucking sleep." Shizuo growled, but Izaya just beamed.

"You think of me during your sleep? My, my, Shizu-chan, I never knew you loved me that much."

"Fuck this shit, Shinra. I'm gonna slaughter him."

"Hold it in, Shizuo."

This was Orihara Izaya's daily routine. Meeting a frustrated Heiwajima Shizuo who threw furniture at him, and then going back home to deal with a really long afternoon. His life had no mutual joy, but in it there was the minor things that made him live on – like his sisters… his sisters, and his sisters.

He heard the chalk tap on the board. "Orihara-kun, please focus." Izaya glanced at the teacher in a slightly defiant manner, but then just smirked and twisted his position and sat properly. Heiwajima Shizuo was snoring in the corner of the classroom, while Celty and Shinra chattered in hushed tones to one another.

During lunch, Izaya went up to the school's rooftop, as usual. He didn't like to eat, so he never did except when it was absolutely necessary. Of course, Izaya didn't favor having unhealthy diets, but it was to save up his weekly allowances. It wasn't much, but he got a portion – and it was also the only thing his father ever gave him.

He stared down at the students that were loitering around the field. Because they are in groups, they can go on. It's either that their friendship is an excuse to exclude themselves from the remainder of the student body, or true friendship… friendship is a form of love. But what can truly define love? Questions like that tended to invade Izaya's mind, and eventually time passed until it was the end of lunch. However, unlike usual, he got a text message in the middle of his trail of thoughts. Izaya frowned as he pulled out his cell.

From: Father

To: Me

Subject: Grades

Your math grade went down. Prepare yourself when you return home, ignore your curfew. You're grounded until your next test.

Izaya cursed. "Shit." He had his reasons – really, nobody would be in the right mind to study after being beaten for hours, a week straight, too. His father never aimed for the face though, just for the reason of the school never finding out. Izaya didn't bother to report it to the school either, because then nobody would be capable of covering the tuition fees for his sisters, or even his. Instead, the raven would always wear the school's blazer, whether it was winter or summer.

"Is something wrong?" Celty approached him with her PDA. The female always had the device with her – it was a birthday present from her boyfriend, Shinra. She was an urban legend of Raira high school, the headless rider. She always wore a helmet wherever she went.

Izaya chuckled. "Hello, Celty. And no, it's nothing."

The female quickly resumed to typing. "You never curse, though. And you definitely went pale."

The male smoothly made up an excuse at the spot. "I forgot that had to do the laundry yesterday, and thanks to that, my sister has nothing to wear. Man, she really wanted to go to that festival thingy. Oh well." Izaya could see the black, shadowy smoke twirling inside the helmet – and he got a feeling that Celty was dubious.

To his relief, the bell rang, and they were to return to class. The female never questioned him about the excuse again, and met up with Shinra in the hallway again. Izaya recalled what Celty had mentioned – that he went pale. I should be a little more aware of my surroundings next time. I can't manage to let someone know about my current situation. Lost in his own warnings, Izaya didn't realize that he bumped right into the one and only Heiwajima Shizuo.

"I ~za ~ya ~kun~?" The blonde in front of him grinned, a sense of evil hidden behind his delightful expression.

So much for being aware of surroundings. Great job, Izaya. The male thought to himself, as he quickly dodged a punch and jumped backward. "Shizu-chan, if you stand in the middle of nowhere, there is nothing I can do about bumping into you, you know?" The raven smiled, as Shizuo glanced at the other students that were walking back to class. He definitely didn't care about being late.

"Fuck you." He muttered under his breath, and plunged forward. Izaya then moved to the left, until he quickly hurled himself to a stop as he felt the nerves of his ankle pull as pain swept through his body. He had completely forgotten the fact that his ankle was badly twisted the other day, during his father's minor 'disciplinary' sessions. As a result he crashed into the wall behind him, and then fell to the ground. Shizuo blinked, not expecting the sudden accident.

"Geez, Shizu-chan…" Izaya rubbed the back of his neck. "I know you love me, but I don't think we're at the point to play bondage yet. How about later? I don't really want to be late to class, unlike you."

His small worries were quickly replaced with anger, as Shizuo stomped into the class and slammed the door close before Izaya could place his foot in the room. Izaya lowered his hand the handle again, and paused a little as the bell rang. He gritted his teeth as his lips curled upward. I really hate Shizu-chan.

Then he slipped into the classroom, as if nothing happened.

"I'm back."

As soon as Izaya opened the door, he saw red high heels of another woman. His sisters then poked their heads out from the nearby wall and rushed to him and hugged his legs. "Onii-chan, daddy is mad again." Mairu whispered, clutching his pants.

"Is that so?" Izaya sat down on the floor, ruffling both of their hair. "Well, that's not so good, isn't it? You two go up to your rooms, and I'll check up on both of you later. It's not good to be down here when daddy is mad, right?"

"But daddy doesn't like onii-chan." Kururi said bluntly. "He'll hit you until onii-chan can't walk for hours, like last week." It was easy to distinguish the twins based on their personalities, Izaya always thought.

"Well, that's not what you girls are going to worry about. Now go up to your rooms, and onii-chan will talk to daddy. Don't ever come down, understand?" He narrowed his eyes at them, making sure the last point was clear to both of them. The two girls nodded and tiptoed past the living room and went back upstairs.

In the living room there was his father, along with his girlfriend that was sitting on the couch. His father's smug smile made Izaya burn from the inside – and Izaya rarely responded to emotions. "You called, father?" He finally spoke up, interrupting the small, affectionate scene. Orihara Shirou was the name of the man. His nose crinkled in disgust as he heard the latter's voice.

"Darling, let's talk a little later, shall we? My… son is back. How about getting some fresh air for an hour outside? I have something to talk about with him, and I bet you don't need to see such an unsightly thing that is about to happen. Your eyes will rot away." The woman sneered at that. Izaya hated both of them. He didn't know who he loathed more – his father, who had casually gotten a new girlfriend and turned abusive after his mother's death, or this girlfriend that acted just like his father.

The woman gave Izaya's shoulder a teasing squeeze before exiting. Izaya looked down on the floor and just waited until she departed. In a sense, he had hoped that the woman wouldn't go out. Then he would be able to avoid his father's lashings, and go up to Mairu and Kururi and play with them, do homework, or at least something productive. Not being beaten up just because his math grade dropped from an A plus to an A.

"You see, Izaya…" Oh, here it comes. Izaya inwardly rolled his eyes. "When I was your age, I never failed to get straight 100s on my report card. Nor was I ever late to school… yes, I was the role model of every student, and the favorite of every teacher." The man paused, and at the most unexpected moment, he kicked down Izaya ruthlessly towards the floor. "And what did you display to me? Look, Izaya, who's paying for your school fees?" His foot came in contact with Izaya's stomach, and the boy just coughed. He hated that he was so powerless against his father. Why couldn't he fight back? Wait, of course – it was because he could never win against his father, with words, with mentality, or with physical strength.

Another kick flung towards Izaya, and the boy rolled back towards the wall. His whole body instinctively curled into a small ball, as his father simply held him by his neck and strangled him a little in the air. The raven gasped for breath, clawing against his father's frightening grasp. The burly man then pushed Izaya's whole body as it crashed against the corner of the wall. Izaya coughed a little blood, helplessly landing on his elbow as his head knocked into the beginning of the stairway.

"Ow…" He grumbled. Geez, all these Asian stereotypes are killing me. He panicked slightly when he found his eyesight going slightly white as he found it difficult to breathe. It was something that happened often, but Izaya really never got used to it. Nobody was capable of being used to pain.

Then suddenly, a scream ripped out from Izaya's throat as his father beat him down with the nearest material possible, which somehow turned out to be a picture frame. Those things seemed harmless, unless you were attacking someone's ribs with the corners of it. His father threw the frame on the ground, as the glass shattered, covered in blood. Some glass shards pierced right through Izaya's skin as it fell to the ground. His father didn't give him a second glance, as he proceeded to calling his girlfriend again.

Izaya grunted a little as he tried to exit the living room as quietly as possible. He was glad that his sisters' room was at the end of the corridor – he didn't want them to hear him come up, just yet. He walked to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, and realized that he looked like shit. He had glass shards on the left side of his body, and his skin was drained of life. He had a purplish-blue bruise forming around his neck, which Izaya had no idea how he was supposed to create a believable excuse for.

"Well, I can think about that later…" Izaya mumbled to himself, as he pulled out the glass shards slowly with his hands. Blood freely flowed out as soon as he removed all of them, and the stingy feeling of alcohol made the male hiss now and then. He bandaged everything up, and put his shirt back on. His whole torso was dotted with bruises that were just making an appearance, especially his back – man – it looked terrible. Due to his back crashing into that corner, he had a very long bruise going down all the way from the bottom of his neck to his lower torso, along with other bruises that surrounded it.

Izaya just sighed, and then finally moved to greet his sisters. The two girls looked scared out of their minds, just like every other day when they could hear Izaya being beaten up downstairs. The raven could really, just escape a place like this, and his father wouldn't care – but for the sake of his sisters, he couldn't manage to pull off something like that.

Mairu was the first one to speak up. "Onii-chan, your whole arm looks blue."

"Does it? Well, do I look like one of those monsters on television? You know, with blue skin and everything… the Avatar, maybe?" He suggested, but his sisters had a dissatisfactory expression plastered over their faces. Izaya finally dropped his smile and lowered his arms.

"Onii-chan?" Kururi's voice shook. "Will daddy hit us too?" Izaya stiffened, just at the thought of that. There was no way he was going to allow that to happen. But the fear in their eyes just looked so real, so heart wrenching to watch. The two girls were the only reason Izaya didn't give up on his own life. They were the only ones that he valued, and the only ones that he remained loving on the surface of Earth. Humans were definitely an entertainment, but that didn't give him a certain cause to continue living. Izaya pulled the two girls in an embrace.

"Let's go to sleep, girls. Daddy isn't going to hit you two, as long as I'm around. So let's go to sleep now, shall we?" Izaya whispered into their ears. It was still seven, but it didn't matter. He forgot to do his homework, but that didn't matter either.

Izaya wanted to rest.

The next school day, Izaya's whole body ached and trembled in discomfort. When he looked at his own body in the mirror, his face crunched into a grotesque expression. His arms were either the shade of black or dark purple, and some red and yellow. The bruise on his neck was more visible than ever, and it was too warm for anyone to wear a scarf. He guessed he had no choice but to say he slipped when he walking, landed on his neck, or got into a fight… yeah, that'd probably work.

Small bruises were still visible on his wrist, even after wearing the school's blazer. Izaya was too exhausted to even care, and just went out.

"Flea, it's a great morning, isn't it?"

Izaya almost glared viciously in agony, but managed to keep his poker face. Heiwajima Shizuo was the last person he wanted to see for the day. The blonde had his usual monster-like expression. "You went off yesterday before class, didn't you? Well, today I'm –" The blonde stopped midway during his sentence as he caught sight of the purple ring that was around Izaya's neck. It took his no more than a few seconds to realize that it was bruise – hand-shaped, too. "… What the fuck, Izaya?"

"Hey, Shizu-chan." Izaya heard his voice that day for the first time – and damn, he sounded terrible. His voice cracked between the syllables, and his vocal cords seemed to be vibrating through his whole neck, sending a sensation of pain throughout his whole throat. "Do you like my necklace?"

"Don't irritate me, flea." Shizuo grumbled, as he approached the latter. Izaya's heart skipped a few beats as he took a few steps backward defensively towards the wall, trying not to lose his calm. Hate swept over his body, but there was simply no way he'd let that show. "What are you doing during your free time?" The blonde growled, as he examined Izaya's whole body more carefully. Shizuo wondered why his body tingled with concern and anxiety, as he spotted more and more wounds on Izaya.

"And why does Shizu-chan need to know?" Izaya smirked, licking his bottom lip. "I have my own business to take care, now and then. Although, I am flattered about the fact that you are going as far to worry about me." Shinra and Celty just happened to be walking by the scene. Shinra blinked, and then his eyes widened as he witnessed the wound for himself.

"Izaya, your neck –"

"It's my new necklace. No big deal."

"You're great at spurting nonsensical lies, Izaya." Celty typed into her PDA. Izaya chuckled with joy.

"Lies? What are you talking about? I always speak of the truth." He replied, as Shinra sighed.

"Izaya, you need to go to infirmary and apply some medicine. Look, if you don't want to go, I can take you to my house right now, despite the fact that we're going to be late, and then come back, call up the teacher based on your condition, and –"

"Shinra." Izaya interrupted the male. "I'm fine."

Yes, I'm fine. Izaya convinced himself, as he walked away with peace and determination.

However, neither Heiwajima Shizuo nor Orihara Izaya knew – that the glass breaking wouldn't be so far away.

A/N: I don't know when the next update will be, but here it is. I hope all of you enjoyed it.