Weeelll, this is an RP fanfic, for those who don't know what that is (although I'm sure most do), it is when my RP buddy, controls one character, whilst I control the other – together we create a story by complete trial and error. RP fanfic is pretty much complete improv. It's a lot of fun!

In this particular RP, we only just recently began to develop a proper storyline, at first it will seem a bit edgy. However, later on, the actual purpose of it will be apparent. Guh – I'm seriously not sure what this should be rated! To be honest, I think with me being me (can not live without smutt in any RP) will want to do a smutt scene later on down the track, but the truth is it's completely up to my RP buddy whether that is done or not hhuhuhu. Anyway, enjoy, bare with the lameness of the start (at Izaya's part). Oh, one more thing, not that it really matters. My buddy RP's as Shizu-chan, whilst I RP as Izaya. There will be a '-' break in between each post, and for whoever cares to review, we get through maybe one or two posts a day each, so I think I'll fit perhaps four posts on a chapter at once, means I'll be updating ever four days – I won't waste time~!

Enjoy ^0^

Izaya walked through the streets of Ikebukuro, he muttered against the cool breeze of early afternoon that he was definitely only in that weird town for business. He compromised his thoughts outwardly, sticking his hands in his pockets, staring straight ahead with that smirk he always wore. In a way it acted like a total defense mechanism, this wall Izaya put up. In other ways, it was a daily activity, and only when he was in solitude would he drop his farce. However, as Izaya stopped as Izaya walked past Russian Sushi and engorged in the memories he'd had in this town, he stopped smirking for a moment, and ducked into a near-by alley. Why? That brute was there. Izaya made sure to grip onto the handle of his Flick-blade before his composed himself and stepped out of the alley, giving Shizuo a condescending smirk, as he waited for the blonde to notice him.

Shizuo sighed as he took a drag from his cigarette. Currently, he was standing outside of Russia Sushi, watching Simon trying to persuade the people that walked pasted and didn't really notice him there. Even though the man towered over them like it was nothing. He doubted that they could actually understand him well since his Japanese was broken as well. Today was a slow day it seemed, and truthfully, Shizuo was starting to get really bored of watching people pass by. Needless to say, he really needed something to do. He was actually considering going to see what Shinra and Celty were doing since they always seemed to be doing something that caught his interest, if not a little. He stopped smoking and glanced out of the corner of his eye, seeing something vaguely familiar. His eyes darkened when they came across the one person that had made his life a living hell. "Izzaaayyaaa-kkuuunnn. Didn't I tell you to stay out of Ikebukuro!" A growl left his lips as he looked around for something to throw at him. Finding a stop sign, he ripped it out of the ground and launching it in Izaya's direction.

Izaya mused at Shizuo's predictable behavior. You see, Izaya would be lying if he said he didn't keep coming back to Ikebukuro repeatedly for anything but this, it made him feel energized surprisingly after ruining people's lives all day. The brunette stopped walking and 'tched', sending a shrug in Shizuo's direction before easily dodging the sign lofted towards him, he whipped out his Flick-blade from his pocket and sprung forward, already going into a full-frontal attack. However, today, Izaya realized himself the competition would be harder. Not for any reason other than: Izaya was growing tired of his life. Day in and day out, he did the same things, talked to the same people. Of course, people never bored him. Izaya would never say a word against his lovely humans, however, lately; a lot of them had been pretty stupid. A lot of them had changed. So, to speed up the pace, Izaya came to challenge Shizuo as always, Shizuo never came to him. He was glad at least one thing hadn't changed, so to speak, fighting with Shizuo was slowly becoming the only thing that Izaya looked forward to.

Shizuo hated how smug Izaya looked about everything. How it seemed so easy for him to dodge the stop sign that was hurling at him at full speed. Why did it have to be someone so clever and sly that became his enemy, when it could have been someone dumb and boring? They he could easily dispose of them and move on with his life, never being annoyed by them again. Then again, the more he thought about it, the more he came to not wanting to really do it. Whenever he was bored Izaya was there, and it helped him vent things out. A lot more than others would. The 'normal' ones would just run in fear as soon as he turns the corner. Shizuo dropped his cigarette and threw it to the ground, stomping on it in the process of grabbing another sign and blocking Izaya's attempt to cut him. Then there was Izaya, the abnormal one that always came looking for a fight. Even though Shizuo hated violence, he didn't mind taking any anger out on the flea. It actually has helped him a lot.

There you have it ! ^u^. I'll try to update depending on who wants it. But it seems like a big waste of time otherwise. But the storyline and main plot will come later, as in the summary. Have a nice day~!