I haven't written an emotionally intense fan-fic in a while so I've decided to write one, using one of my OTPs: Shizaya from DuRaRaRa! I've written a lot of smut lately so…yea I need a real fic haha :p Hope you enjoy this first chapter! I don't own anything except my words!

Another day in Ikebukuro began with me watching, with my flashing crimson eyes, a vending machine go crashing into the already crappy, split concrete next to me. "IIIIZZZZAAAAYYYYYAAAA!" I heard my enemy's voice yelling through the smoking side-walk as people fled in terror. Go ahead and run! Make more room for Shizu-chan and I's destruction! Though Shizu-chan was doing most of the damage, I was just trying to provoke him. It was quite fun.

"IZAYA!" He stepped through the smoke carrying a large metal fence post, sweating angrily. I loved it.

"Oh Shizu-chan~" I mewled mockingly. "Already tired from our playtime today?" That ought to boil his blood.

He started roaring, coming at me as fast as he could with the large object, and I smiled. You're the one I hate most in the world. I stepped aside as he threw it into the wall behind me. He missed again; he always did with me. He always tried to kill me, but never succeeded. Why was that? It was the same for me, but I never really felt like really killing him, the chase was too much fun.

"Will your aim ever improve?" I taunted him mercilessly and threw my sharp blade straight at his stupid face. It missed but grazed the side of his cheek quite nicely. It will leave a beautiful scar, reminding him of me…perfect. "Looks like mine has."

"Not by much, damn flea." He wiped the bloody cut with his sleeve smearing a red streak across the rest of his cheek. He quickly reacted by plucking a street lamp pole from the ground like some weed and swung it my way. "TAKE THAT!"

It struck me against the side of my head…crap, and sent me flying into the open garage across the street. I think I landed in a bunch of cardboard boxes surrounded by confused mechanics and Gang-guro girls, but my head was throbbing too much to care. "Oh my god! It's Shizuo Hewijema! He did this!" Some chick screeched and her friends giggled, taking pictures of me in the pile. Wait, what? I felt a breeze on my chest. I guess in my landing my shirt had flown up over my head, well at least I wasn't blind. The girls began to giggle further as I sat up slowly, but I felt a rough hand grab my shirt and pull me up, shaking me into consciousness. "Oh Shizu-chan, you have to try harder than that to kill me!" I laughed, but the truth was I was in A LOT of pain. I would be in more if I admitted that to Shizu-chan.

"You frickin bastard! Why don't you just die?" He swung me back and threw me into the garage wall, finally causing the girls and mechanics to run away, but I took that chance to stand up and pull out another knife.

"Ahhh-rahhhh!" He came at me with his thick fist, but I was able to, luckily, dodge away and cut him in the back, leaving another personalization of mine to his skin as he had done to mine with bruises and bumps. Which of us will die today? "Argh," Shizuo fell a bit, so I ran from the cramped garage. We two players need a bigger stage anyway.

"Come and get me protozoan!" I laughed and ran down a familiar alley into a crowded street. We'll put on a show. Shizuo emerged from the alley carrying a "No-parking: 3-10" sign in his hands and he swung it right at me. Woah! This time I had to hump to avoid this crushing blow, and a few poor, innocent humans were brushed by his swinging anger. Ooops, I smirked. Humans and Shizu-chan are fun. I threw a pair of blades from my pocket at him and he caught one in his teeth, in a strangely sexy way, but kept coming at me, dragging his sign, ripping up more concrete.

"YOU'RE DEAD!" He jumped up, over the screaming tourists, and began to bring down the sign as hard as he could on my head. I fell backwards, avoiding most of the blow and landed in a mess of a broken glass window. Nnghh! My whole body was being cut up through my clothing, I felt small beads of blood joining together to form long streams trickling down my legs and arms. Shizu-chan was fast approaching, and I couldn't reveal my weakness. I was strong, I had none. "Give up yet?" He gripped at my throat, but I took his moment of shock and happiness he had, to grab his own throat and turn him around into the smashed glass.

"Not yet!" I crushed the side of his face into the crunching glass and he growled in pain. "Do you like that?"

"Grrr! Get OFF me!" He used all his force to kick me in the legs and send me flying onto my back in the middle of the tourist crowd. That wasn't fun at all. He ripped off his destroyed vest and snapped bow-tie walking towards me in his blood-stained white shirt.

"Oh my, Shizu-chan is sooo mean~~" I giggled sitting up. The way he looked so mad, the way I had such an effect on him. That was what was fun about this. "You're stronger," I wiped the blood off my chin and took that moment to lunge at him with my knife. "But not faster than me!" I had him in a choke hold, standing behind him, my knife at his throat. He was in utter shock and I in joy! "Any last words?" I whispered into his ear as I pressed the knife harder on his throat.

"I—" He began to shout, but suddenly, his eyes went dimmer and his mouth fell open as if he had been punched in the face. It was strange…he wasn't fighting me back. His head slumped to the side a bit, his eyes began to flutter open and shut, and a string of blood dripped from his nose. What the hell? A gurgling noise came up in his throat so I let go of him, I wasn't choking him that hard! He fell onto his side and rolled over onto his back, his fingers moving feebly at the ground as if he was trying to grip onto something. Something was terribly wrong.

"I'm calling 911!" "You didn't think of that before when they were trying to kill each other?" A husband and wife barked fiercely at each other. My eyes were as blank as Shizuo's. What could I do? What could I say?

He kept making that strange gurgling sound and moaning as if he was in pain. The crowd that watched us fight started dispersing, calling for help, and even screaming. What was going on? "C'mon, Shizu-chan, quit playing around!" I nudged him with my foot. Nothing. "C'mon get up!" I kicked him and he just blinked once. He couldn't be dying; he couldn't be just a minute from death. He was Shizuo Hewijema, the strongest man in Ikebukuro, my worst enemy. He couldn't just die randomly; he couldn't die when it wasn't me killing him. His eyes began to shut more slowly and what light breathing of his was there was slowing to a stop. "Get up!" I shouted. No response. "You bastard, get up and call me a name!" I began to shake and fell onto my knees beside him. "Call me a flea, call me Izaya! Tell me to stop calling you Shizu-chan!" I grabbed onto his shirt and shook him around, but he was slipping further away. "NO! Don't do this! I'm the one who's supposed to kill you!"

I heard a woman whispering behind me about a seizure or something like that and I knew it was too late as I heard sirens down the street. "No! NO! NOO!" I slammed my face onto his chest in anger and for no reason; I felt tears dripping from my eyes. You're the one I hate most in the world, why am I crying? I tried to wipe the tears away, but they kept falling onto his bloody white shirt nonstop, and I was blubbering like an idiot. He moved a little and I heard a strange sound; the so-called "death rattle" people talked about when humans died. Then Shizuo grabbed my hand and spoke with his last words: "Izaya, I—"then nothing. "You idiot, you can't just die? You can't! YOU CAN'T!" I screamed through tears, but nothing worked and Shizuo, my worst enemy, the man I always wanted to die at my hands, died from some mysterious circumstance. Not by my hands, but in my arms.