Heyo! ^^" Sorry, but I had to give up on my other (first) Durarara fanfiction... :( All of the chapters mysteriously disappeared, and so I was too disappointed to continue it, but I made a new one! ^^ I will be working on 3 different Durarara Fanfics at once, so I'm simultaneously depressed, happy, and confused all at the same time! xD I hope you enjoy .3.

And so, there he stood, at the edge of the building so many people had jumped, unaffected by the world… and the world unaffected by him. Surely, he thought to himself, nobody would miss me. And of course, he believed it. He was simply a shadow representing everything wrong with the world. Of course no one would miss him. Who would?

So why couldn't he jump?

His entire body was hesitant, unmoving as thoughts kept coursing through his mind. He hated being wrong. He hated being defeated. He knew that… But if he jumped, he wouldn't lose. In fact, he wouldn't win, either. Though he was the great Izaya Orihara, nobody would care about his death. He would only be nonexistent in a world of change.

But something about it didn't seem right.

He didn't have anything he wanted to do before death. At least, not anymore. And every night, he would go up to the building, look over the edge, and wonder why he couldn't jump. Then, he would go home, and every morning, have the same routine.

Shinra invited him over for lunch every day, along with Shizuo and Celty. And every day, he'd get a little quieter. A little more unresponsive. And with each passing second, he'd get a little less himself.

"Y'know, flea, keep acting so calm and all like you are now, and I might actually end up liking you," Shizuo smiled- actually smiled- at him.

Izaya nodded. "Okay," he replied, almost inaudibly.

[That's actually been worrying me for a bit now… Is there something wrong, Izaya?] Celty flashed her PDA right in front of his face.

"… No," Izaya looked away. "Just tired."

"Yeah, I've actually been thinking about it, too. There's no way you're just tired every single day, Izaya. Maybe you're sick or something," Shinra said calmly.

"I'm just tired, Shinra," Izaya repeated.

"Just let me diagnose you, at least! C'mon, Iza-san!" Shinra pleaded. Izaya sighed.

"Fine," he whispered. If he was going to jump, he at least wanted to be a little bit… kinder.

And yet, Shizuo only watched. "You should be tired more often, Izaya." He chuckled.

[Shizuo, don't say that… It's rude.] Celty sighed. Izaya closed his eyes, curling up in the chair. In fact, the only part of his face you could see was his eyes, the rest of his face hidden behind his knees. Shizuo stood up, leaving the room for a moment.

"Eh? Shi-san, where are you-" Shinra waved his hand when Shizuo came back into the room. "Oh. Whoops, sorry. Never mind."

Shizuo walked over to Izaya and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders, sitting back down.

[Sh, you two. He's asleep.] Celty stood up. [Well, I'm going to go ahead and take a shower.]

"Celty, if you want, I could give you a coupon for conditioner. My brother ordered something for his girlfriend, and now we get hair product coupons all the time…" Shizuo looked up at her.

[T-That's so insensitive! Why would you say something like that!?]

"Oh! Right! Sorry, Celty, I didn't mean it like that!" Shizuo exclaimed. He noticed that Celty was shaking. "I'm really sorry. I just…"

[No, I… understand.] Celty calmed down and seemed to sigh.

"I guess I forgot, what with you being so human," Shizuo smiled at her.

Celty stared at him for a moment, before leaving and walking into the bathroom.

"So, are we going to take Izaya home?" Shinra asked Shizuo, tapping his fingers against the side of the couch.

"I'm not sure where he keeps his keys," Shizuo shrugged, looking over at the peaceful, sleeping, raven-haired man.

"Then check!" Shinra exclaimed.

"Sh!" Shizuo hushed him, but it was too late. Izaya opened his eyes slowly. He quickly stood up, brushing the blanket off of him.

"I… I have to go," Izaya said quietly, leaving immediately. Shizuo and Shinra only watched.

And that night, once again, Izaya stood at the edge of the building, looking over. He thought about what Shizuo said. He doesn't actually like me… He was just being stupid and unpredictable, as always. And so then, he decided it. He was going to jump. He took a deep breath, leaning over just enough to-

"Izaya?"

He heard Shizuo's voice, immediately taking a step back, balancing himself once again. He turned around to look at Shizuo, feeling tears swell in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Shizuo asked, walking over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. Izaya shook his head, hugging Shizuo tightly. Shizuo sat against the fence, letting his lower legs hang over the edge as Izaya sobbed into his chest. "It's alright…"

Izaya took a few minutes to get all his tears out, then looked up at Shizuo in realization. "You weren't about to… Were you?"

"I…" Shizuo sighed. "I don't know. I wondered whether or not it would actually work. After all… I did survive being run over by a truck."

Izaya smiled sadly. "Yeah… I guess so…"

"But you wouldn't survive the fall. Izaya… What reason would you possibly have?" Shizuo asked.

Izaya's smile disappeared. "Honestly..? I don't know," Izaya cuddled up to Shizuo.

"Well, then I guess we finally have something in common."

- The Next Day -

"Yep, he's suffering from random depression!" Shinra announced, eating his strawberry-filled donut. He smiled in satisfaction.

Celty 'sighed' and put a hand on Izaya's shoulder. [You alright?] She asked him.

"Ne… I could be better," Izaya shrugged, hugging his knees to his chest once again.

"Can you… fix him?" Shizuo asked.

"Well, I could probably describe him to anti-depression medication, but one of the side effects is suicidal thoughts, so… It wouldn't really help, anyways. Oh, and… by the way, keep any sharp objects away from him. Especially his knife," Shinra replied, finishing his sweet delicacy.

"Err… How will I do that?" Shizuo asked.

Shinra chuckled. "Yeah… Well, it kind of involves you letting Izaya stay at your house for a bit, or vice-versa."

Both Shizuo and Izaya froze, shooting Shinra a glare.

"Hehehe… Yeah, I thought you two would react like that," Shinra chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "Anyways, try to do fun things, okay? H-Happy thoughts, happy thoughts! Well, see ya!" Shinra grabbed Celty's hand and ran out the door.

[Shinra!] Celty pulled free, realizing that she was out in public without her helmet. She quickly grabbed one of the flower vases on the windowsill and emptied it out, placed it on top of her neck where her head would have been. [… I hate you, so extremely much.]

- Meanwhile -

"So…" Shizuo gulped. "Your house or mine?"

Izaya shuddered. He wasn't extremely happy with allowing Shizuo into his home, but he didn't want to be trapped at Shizuo's place either. "You choose," he decided.

"Alright, fine. Yours," Shizuo said. Izaya sighed, somehow knowing Shizuo would say that.

"Ahn…" Izaya shook his head. "Okay, whatever…"

Hi again! :D Sorry it was so short, I can't help but write such a short chapter, just as an introduction! Welp, anyways, I really hope you enjoyed it.

R&R!

Thank you, my dear Alpaca friends! Goodbye 3