Demon Eyes

Chapter One: Dreams

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara or any of it's characters.

"Izaya, you have such beautiful eyes. So mesmerizing like the color of blood"

A voice that he vaguely remembers, a face he couldn't picture, and a name he couldn't place at all.

"Just like I thought, red suits you the best"

Roses, fire, and blood flashed before his eyes accompanied by a laughter that sent chills down his spine. His body trembled, what was this feeling again, something so foreign to the soon to be god. Fear?

"I must leave you now but don't worry, I'll come back for you when I'm grown. It's a promise Izaya."

"Izaya!"

Snapping to attention he sent an irritated glare towards the woman who rudely disturbed his thoughts before sliding a smirk onto his face. "So impatient, I didn't realize you missed my attention that much Namie" A loud huff escaped the woman as she crossed her arms across her chest obviously irritated, "Who would miss a jerk like you, I just don't appreciate you daydreaming while I do all the work around here" Izaya let his smile widen before replying her in his sing song voice that he knew she hated. "Namie my dear, I am your boss so of course all the excruciating work I do takes a toll" Izaya turned his head away feigning the act of an overworked house wife. A chuckle escaped his lips at the sight of disgust plastered on his secretary's face. She eventually stormed back to her desk muttering something about how she hopes he catches some disease and dies.

Letting a couple more chuckles escape his lips, his attention eventually reverted back to his computer as work began to call for him. Teasing Namie was definitely a favorite pastime of his, it was right up there with riling up his favorite blonde monster. Their reactions were just far too interesting for him to leave them alone, it was there own fault for being so amusing. Back to work though, flexing his fingers slightly he began typing at a steady pace, stopping every once in a while as his eyes scanned the windows he had open on his computer. Information didn't just fall from the sky; people didn't realize that being an informant was a lot of work. Not that Izaya minded in the least, he actually enjoyed it, he made him feel more in control of his life but also his precious humans. They were truly lucky creatures, no one else could love them as much as he did but their own foolishness kept them from realizing how truly blessed they were.

"Izaya you have such beautiful eyes, so mesmerizing like the color of blood"

Izaya ran a hand through his hair with a soft sigh as he turned his gaze towards the window that let him overlook his humans. He had replayed that saying many times today, the strange let familiar voice from his dream. A dream he had been having frequently as of late, it disturbed him because the meaning of the dream was lost to him. That was something that was not supposed to happen to Orihara Izaya. Clicking his tongue he leaned back in his chair letting his thoughts take over once more. Why couldn't he remember who the eerie voice belong too, he couldn't picture or come up with a name for the person. It was absurd, with his great memory how he could forget someone that his mind would trigger him to dream about. Judging by how the boy in his dream was just a child then it could only mean it was someone he knew when he was smaller. Before he became to most feared person in Ikebukuro, before he met the blonde monster, the headless rider, and the love struck underground doctor. Izaya preferred not to think of things that went that far back; he didn't have many good memories when he was small. Much to what he was sure his foolish humans believed, Orihara Izaya was not born an asshole.

Standing up and throwing his coat own Izaya headed for the door to take a well deserved break in his opinion, it's not like he could concentrate right now anyways. "Where are you going!" He turned his head with a smirk at Namie as he stopped with his hand on the door knob, "Don't distress Namie, I just thought I would get some fresh air and if I'm lucky some light exercise" Without waiting for her reply he exited whistling some random song that popped in his head. Namie stared at the spot where he boss had been earlier before shaking her head with a sigh. "How does running from Heiwajima Shizuo count as light as exercise. With another grunt Namie went back to her work letting a few curses escape her lips which involved a certain raven haired informant.

Hello All! It's been years since the last time I've written a story and this is my first Durarara fic. I'm quite taken with Shizuo and Izaya's relationship; they make me laugh and reading other peoples fics about them inspired me to write again. Reviews I would love! Ideas, comments, and criticism are all welcome.