Title: Faces of Ikebukuro

Rating: Fluctuates from chapter to chapter, but usually around K+ to T.

Summary: Just a place for me to post my less than 500 word things for Durarara! Subjects range from tragic, to comedic and everywhere in between.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara!, I never have and I never will.

Chapter One: Cigarette

"Aren't you going to pick that up?" Kasuka asks his brother. Shizuo grunts in response, no better than a caveman. "It's bad to leave cigarettes on the ground. It's not right. If you don't pick it up, someone else will have to. That's not fair to them, Shizuo."

"And how is that? The streets of America are littered with-"

"You've never been to America, Shizuo. You've only seen that in movies." Most people would laugh, but Kasuka remains emotionless, not even looking like he was lecturing his older brother. "Besides, we're Japanese, so it doesn't matter what they do in America."

Shizuo grunts again, but does not pick up the cigarette.

"Shizu-chan, listen to your brother~!" Every nerve in Shizuo's body goes on alert. His head turns slowly, deliberately, and he sees what he hates the most. Walking behind him and his brother is the rattiest piece of scum in a town that was filled with garbage. "You don't want to hurt the environment, Shizu-chan!"

"Friend of yours?" Kasuka asks, but Shizuo ignores him.

"What the hell are you doing here, Izaya-kun?"

Izaya laughs. "You know, it doesn't surprise me that you've taken up smoking during high school. You're quite the little hoodlum, Shizu-chan. You really should-"

Sometimes Shizuo couldn't help it. It had gotten better, it really had. Especially in the past few years. But still, when his blood boiled and his mind was taken over by pure fury, Shizuo could do nothing but become a mad whirlwind of destruction.

He grabs the nearest large, metal object he can find, which just so happens to be a mailbox, and holds it over his head. "Izaaaaaaaaaayaaaaaaaaaaa!" He screams, but right when he's about to throw, a brown head of hair gets into his field of vision.

"Come on, Shizuo. Let's go home." Kasuka says, grabbing Shizuo's sleeve as he begins to drag him away.

"Kasuka, stay out of-"

"Let's go, Shizuo."

Even Izaya admitted that, when he wanted to be, Shizuo's little brother could be scarier than the freak himself.

And that was the first, and last time that Izaya ever got away from Shizuo without a fight. Smiling like a nut and feeling happy and dandy, Izaya bends down and picks up the cigarette that Shizuo had dropped. In such a good mood that he was whistling, he went to the nearest garbage can and threw it out.

Fin