A/N: This is pretty much an AU of what would happen if Shizuo didn't gain his crazy and amazing strength until much later in life. If Shizuo's strength didn't come until to the current timeline in this story, it'd probably have a profound effect on his life.

This IS going to be an Izuo as in Izaya x Shizuo in that order; so if you don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara!, Izaya or Shizuo with all his lovely tsundere-ness. In fact own I don't own anything DRRR! related, which I think is kind of sad.

The extravagant lights dimmed down as platform Shizuo was standing on was being safely lowered to the ground underneath the stage. As he was being lowered, he could hear people roar out their enthusiasm about his newest performance, both girls and guys alike chanted his name, albeit it wasn't his true name, it was something he went by.

Even though he had been through this situation over a hundred times or some in the duration of his career, the fact that it was him that the audience was cheering about made a small amount of pride swell up in his chest. The remnants of his adrenaline rush from the show were slowly draining from his body, leaving him feel a bit empty though it also had a calming effect on him. He was starting to feel the strain of tonight's show, but nonetheless, it was worth it in the end.

When Shizuo finally reached the bottom level beneath the stage, he was greeted by various people from the stage crew, congratulating him on another great show. He grasp the hands that were extended towards him while his manager started to lead him to his dressing room. On the way, one of the back up dancers handed him an icy beverage, Shizuo pressed the cold can against his face to release the heat he was feeling at the moment.

Shizuo's manager smiled at him in approval of his singing tonight while at the same time conversing with someone on his cell phone before he pushed him through the door of his dressing room.

Kasuka, his brother, had been waiting for him in the low lighted room in one of the chairs in the corner. The somber brunet was flipping through a magazine when Shizuo entered the room. The only acknowledgement that the other man showed to his arrival was a slight glance in Shizuo's direction before looking back to an article in the latest issue of Tokyo Warrior.

He brushed off the rude greeting, he was used to the way his brother was wired. Shizuo vaguely remembered that Kasuka's new role involved the modern city of Ikebukuro, his lastest leading role having to do something along the lines of reincarnation or some other alternate reality.

It would just so happen that Tokyo Warrior was starting to reach out to that territory which the story line of Kasuka's new role was to take place for this month's edition. He remembered the same magazine had interviewed him for the new girls' section not so long ago, they were trying to coax in more female fans with apperances of popular celebrities.

He smiled slightly in Kasuka's direction despite the fact that he wasn't looking at him before settling down in the chair before the large vanity mirror that was placed on the counter onto the side of Shizuo's dressing room. The exhaustion from the performance was finally spreading throughout his muscles, making them feel heavier than usual.

Shizuo tugged at the high collar of his costume, his joints feeling stiff. There was a psychical load on his shoulders.

If only Shizuo could smoke a cigarette. As soon as that thought appeared in his mind, the brunet wiped that thought out of his mind. In his youth, he had smoked as a form of lame rebellion against his parents. That stage in his life was surprisingly short, but the consequences were still present.

The lasting effects made it so that Shizuo had become addicted to the taste of nicotine before he knew it. Although he had been trying to quit when he started his career as a music artist. Shizuo's selling point was his vocals, the important upkeep up his lungs was what paid for the bills and cigarettes blackened not only his lungs but also his clean public image.

The brunet had been getting used to not being able to smoke. While after all these years of going clean, Shizuo still felt the urge to unwind and smoke a pack after a stressful day. This was becoming an everyday urge with his packed schedule. He really needed a vacation.

But all in all, Shizuo had a good life if at least by his standards, though lately he had been feeling rather empty.

He wasn't sure what made him feel this way. Shizuo already had things that people could only dream of. Substantial amount of wealth, a good family, adoring fans, girls who practically threw themselves at his feet, and excitement, though sometimes it just wasn't enough. Something was definitely missing.

Shizuo started to pop open the cap of the soda out of the mini cooler in the back and took a refreshing sip before he idly made a comment on the concert's audience and growth to Kasuka. His brother made barely audible responses to let him know he was listening; eventually Shizuo's small talk wandered to Kasuka's new role.

"Soyou're studying up on Ikebukuro?"

Kasuka simply just nodded again.

From what Shizuo could remember of random gossip, Ikebukuro was a strange city full of strange things. At one point, the city was known as the main grounds for gang wars. Currently, the mysterious Dollars was now ruling the city through invisible hands without color. He grimaced at the thought of excessive violence. Though he had also heard of rumors of supernatural things going on also, for example, things like a headless rider that roamed with a motorcycle that made strange sounds.

Shizuo mauled over those thoughts, he also hadn't gone on outing with his brother for a while. Finally he spoke, "Maybe we should go visit there the next time we're free."

Kasuka finally spared him a glance from his magazine. If Shizuo hadn't been able to read his brother's expression so well he might have not noticed the slight smile that his brother sent him.

Ironically flipping through the same magazine as Kasuka, Orihara Izaya browsed through the articles of Tokyo Warrior on the off chance that they might have reported something he hadn't already known and the even more off chance that it would be something that ruined his future plans.

After all, all of his plans were made with tenderly love and care so the thought of something unknown going on in Japan without his knowledge was a strange occurrence. In fact, if it was counted percentage wise, it would most likely be less than one percent. It was also a well known fact to the universe that Orihara Izaya knew everything about the on comings and goings of Japan like the back of his hand. Though his hold on matters was slowly reaching to places out of the country.

For a moment, his burgundy eyes scanned over an article about another celebrity and his success. Izaya idly remembered that his sisters were fans of this man. Iwaki Takumi, another generic idol that had a holding place in the entertainment business, his real name being Heiwajima Shiuzo. Well whatever he went by, Shizuo or Takumi, the man had no true meaning as either pawn or actual entertainment value.

In other words, Heiwajima Shizuo was useless and uninteresting, although he had received Izaya's equal proportion of love for just being human. All humans received his love, though Izaya didn't favor others more than the idol or favor any others less because it simply wouldn't be fair. Not that the brunet still didn't still keep favorites after all.

Seeing that there was nothing interesting in the dull magazine, he tossed it a random direction before swiveling his chair to look over the landscape below his office.

Izaya watched as the said beloved humans milled around, unaware of what was to come. For these plain pedestrians, they continued their boring lives in repetition of their boring routines in a frail attempt to keep a semblance of normalcy while chasing after new highs. The brunet threaded his fingers together under chin while his elbows settled themselves on his folded knee.

Poor humans. Izaya would have to change that.

Oh yes, important people and important events to come, all in due time.

Thanks to those have read this far! This is just the prologue though I should be posting up the next chapter up soon. As you can see, things are a little different in this AU. Since Shizuo doesn't have his insane strength at the moment, it changes a lot of things.

For example, his job, since he doesn't have his strength, he probably wouldn't be Tom's bodyguard. I've read somewhere that Kasuka became an actor because he saved a talent agent that was nearly killed by Shizuo because he was trying to recruit him. If Shizuo didn't have his strength he'd probably be a celebrity. Since he's a celebrity, he probably won't use his real name, hence the name change.

He won't be so angry either because his strength directly connects to his fury or it is in my view so he's a bit of a pacifist for now at least until later. I'll explain more along the way.

So please excuse the OOC-ness

Review would be much appreciated.